Time

Eight

Third person's view

An audible "oof!" resonated around the empty street, mist covering the surrounding air and making everything more blurry and eerie than it already was. 

Karl groaned and sat up,  seeing that he was transported to another time once more, it being night time.  The chilling air nipped at his skin as he stood up,  shivering at the cold wind.  He sneezed and sniffed,  not expecting the drastic temperate drop since the ballroom he was on earlier was a great contrast to the snowy atmosphere here.

It was night when he arrived.  What can he do in the night? He was also transported in the middle of an empty street with no warning.

"What the honk...?" it nerved Karl as he looks around,  only the streetlights lighting up the few areas were seen in the mist.

The mist wasn't that hard to see through,  but with the constant barring of the wind,  it definitely took his focus away from the scene and to the air,  cursing under neath his breath.  It was strange that he was so affected by the wind since he had a thick jacket on,  his trademark one.  It helped with the cold and hot areas, him and the jacket being able to adapt easily in seconds.

Alas,  right now wasn't the same thing as the cold kept seeping in through his jacket. He let out a sigh, a puff of smoke appearing in front of him from the heat going outside his mouth.

His arms wrapped around himself as he walks around a bit,  looking at the few houses that still had light creeping out under the crack of their doorsteps or through the window.

Snow was gracefully falling down on the pavement and some even landed on tufts of brown hair,  one managing to make himself known by landing on the time traveller's nose.

The time traveller flinched at little as the sudden cold touched his nose, his head snapping up as he sees the snow falling slowly. It just started snowing,  no wonder why it's cold.  The time traveller asked himself how he didn't notice that before, but realized he had a bit more of a problem.

It seems like the snow was getting harsher as every minute passed, some piling up in little small banks that may stop the door from opening. That was annoying to get rid of, Karl sympathized with the people who was going to be desperately banging on their door tomorrow so they can leave.

He kept on walking, some snow gathering on his hair which he ruffled off with a hand, huffing as he watches it fall down on the other snow that laid on the ground.

It was satisfying to look at,  sure,  but he was still annoyed with it since it was slowing him down.  He needed to find a place to stay in until the morning rises.

He was confused, however.  Never has he been transported into another time so suddenly and making him appear out of nowhere.  He always found his friends in a matter of seconds when he time travelled, so what was new here? Was it a malfunction?  He doubted it. Or maybe he shouldn't.  A new figure appeared out of nowhere after all,  one he knew very well from his present.  He also knew the name of the time traveller,  which nerved him to no end. Something changed and he didn't know if he liked the change.

Speaking of the masked god, he was currently walking as well, both hands hidden underneath his cloak that helped warm him up from the everlasting snow that fell on him,  some even decorated his hair that was continuously being swept back by the the constant gust of the wind that came with the winter months.

The god trudged through the snow with no problem, using his wings to hover over it if ever he felt tired with walking.  He was transported far away from where he needed to be and he had to be there before morning strikes.

The man he was looking for this time was an early bird,  always coming in at godforsaken hours of the day which sometimes irritated the God.  He didn't even have a schedule, just popping in an early morning for absolutely no reason.  The god had no idea when to expect the man which really didn't help since he kept on flinching when he arrives so suddenly,  spooking him.

He was a source of weakness, more many than one may think.

However, the god could care less about his own problems and focuses on trudging through, some house's lights being turned off as he passed by, making the crunch of snow beneath his feet the only sound that accompanied him in his journey.

It was deadly silent,  but that's how the God wanted it. He needed a break from the events that just happened earlier, meeting a time traveller from the present and breaking his love's heart once again.

He could never get over that even how many times he tried. The memory clung onto the darkest pits of his mind,  refusing to let the iron grip on it go. It mentally pained the God,  even so much as draining his energy for it.

His emotions was clearly seen when he faces him,  debunking the rumors about him being heartless and numb. He knew when to show emotions and who deserves it,  finding the man from before the only one worthy of it.

He knew he shouldn't say stuff like that and not let himself bottle all his emotions,  but he's dealt with himself alone for so long that he just genuinely didn't like other people knowing who he truly is.

He liked it when he was alone,  always hearing his own thoughts that spiraled down every second, him getting hit by it and sometimes emotionally scarring him forever. It helped with the process of growing strong,  so why should he bother about it?  It wasn't hurting him that much so he could care less.

And so, He kept on walking through the snow, the sun rising and lighting up every single street as he reached the very place he had to be in.