The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》

The epilogue

Author's POV

Once upon a time, there were two boys; one was at the peak of death while the other was a seer.

One was looking death unknowingly into the eys, while the other pierced straight through the eyes of death.

Xiao Zhan was the one at the peak of death, unknown that death was only a step behind him, hidden in the shadows.

Wang Yibo was the seer, only a year or eleven at the time it happened; after all, he saw numbers. Dates, to be exact, the day people were going to die, but not how.

The world back then, and even now, consisted of two populations, one growing, the other shrinking under the other.

One group were the 'humans', those who are just like us, and the other group who had grown smaller over time look like us, talk like us, act like us, and yet aren't the same as us.

They had a kind of power flowing through their blood; one was able to see predictions of the future, another one was able to find lost things, or there another person was able to see the lives someone lived in their former life, and so on.

It was a small group, yet they got feared for the powers that could not get predicted, so the humans created a place, a forest somewhere in the middle of nowhere for them, only if they committed a crime, but to what extent is a crime. . . ?

I believed only time could tell, and so it did; the years passed, and at first, it seemed a fitting punishment because many of those people locked away in the forest, sealed with their powers, they harmed the world.

Yet the years that kept flying by, the humans made more and more rules, suffocating the other community that was only a handful of left, most of them hid in fear, and some rebelled.

It was a chilly autumn morning when it happened.

Xiao Zhan was only a year or six by then, he went out, all alone, running to meet the warm sun that fell on the road as Xiao Zhan danced around in the open street, a smile dazzling on his lips.

Wang Yibo was only standing thirteen feet away from Xiao Zhan when he saw him dancing in the middle of the road, his eyes closed as he breathed in deeply, and that was when Wang Yibo saw the headlights.

His breath was stuck mid-way, and although the car was still far, Yibo felt his heart beating; unable to breathe any longer, he let out a scream.

Xiao Zhan's eyes shot open and looked towards Yibo, and Yibo saw the numbers as a shiver ran down his eyes, and he shook his head.

Their eyes interlocked, and the seconds passed before Yibo got shaken out of his thoughts, the car was speeding up, and before Yibo knew what happened, his legs moved, and he tackled Xiao Zhan; at the time, still unknown of his name.

They rolled to the side of the street, both their knees scraping against the ground, but only one of the two boys was really wounded, but they would only find that out way later when they think back about this event.

Xiao Zhan was visibly shaking with fear as Wang Yibo saw the car speeding by, way faster than was allowed as he thought so; he slowly stood up.

Not even feeling the pain in his bleeding knee, Yibo tried to help Zhan up, who only sat on the ground, eyes closed with a single tear trickling down his cheek.

Yibo slowly crouched down to Zhan's level, slightly moaning of the pain, but deciding Xiao Zhan was more important at the moment.

Yibo placed his somewhat bigger hands over Xiao Zhan's and waited for him. And after a few seconds, Xiao Zhan's whimpers fluttered before he opened his eyes, looking right into Yibo's as Yibo stumbled backwards.