𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ║𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑║

Four

It was only but a simple dream. One where the world decided to take him in, make him wander, make him wonder, that there was such a place called home. Him and he, both more similar than a simple coin, flipped and landed only to play the fool. Now here he wonders lost to the world around him, flipping only to a coin, listening to the broken beat someone like him lost so long ago.

Feet like stone, clicking to the beat as the dead wandered his place, to heaven to grace both now dead. Stone eyes looked at each other, stone eyes wandered with each other, both of them were with each other, under their grace, and under their stones.

No one questioned it, no one looked at them, so what was there to judge but simpletons?

A heart was drawn on the skin, dark and red, beating slowly to the beeping chirps, dull eyes were looking at the sky. Dull eyes remained shut. Breathing in so slowly that as his last breath, screams woke him up. Sweat fell, breaking into a thousands, eyes brighter than jewels looked at him in worry, nothing but a bump, bump, bump, seemed to make the person, in mind, realize that yes, he was alive, yes, he was still alive on Earth and not heaven, nor hell.

Shining jewels spoke words that only the humble could answer, a simple nod was all it took for them to leave, but only with the hesitation of a parent. Their eyes remained glued to the person till no one was there anymore. The fake shine wisped away, bouncing on wood as the sweat left, as the dream, the nightmare went away, forgotten and buried to the dead.

A beating joy showed his hunger, his deprivation of his deeds, little by little, only the Gods knew the favorites, and he, the foolish sinner, was not the one God chose favoritism. He was only, but a servant. He alone was the Atlas of his world, no one, no one else was allowed entry, no one was allowed to even be near him. He was the servant, not the people.

Dull eyes watched the younglings, the youth walk around, free and airy.

Death no where near them. How idiotic was this all. E/C looked at the teenages next to him, no one but them could see him, and no matter how much he wanted to dismiss that... It was the truth, his truth.

In a field, a quiet and lovely field the past meshed the present, old and new, one again, a smile dawned when the figure showing upon him, rose a hand, but even a servant knew how to end that. The next step he took, so did the phantom.

There was no one else, no one else but he and himself, alone in a world of sorcery, 'These kids will get themselves killed, they will, just like him, just like them.' A line of disbelief and truth marked their prayers, the Gods had no favorites, and if they did, they weren't the list. Not by a single smudge. Dull eyes watched the world wonder, watched it crumble, years, and years of self-hatred grew on him, grew on it. The past and present weren't the same and he alone was the unwanted ant.

Ready to be squashed.

Ready to be killed.

Ready to departure.

Across a heavenly grace, the youths wouldn't understand this grace, no one would've used it for good in the end, yet what was their definition of good nowadays? 'Whatever it was, it wasn't worth the effort.' His figure stopped, eyeing young kids holding their guardian's hand, talking or chatting as their brains couldn't comprehend the definition of reality.

Youth was youth, and nothing could stop that, not even someone, something like him could do. A flashed appeared and someone stood in place of the two, one so young, and one so dead, their features unknown, blurred into oblivion. However, a sense of longing between the two turned into the pieces he held close. A blue flame covered the figure, the youth in front of him, walking towards it with no sense of regardless.

And whatever happened next, not even the almighty could see through the intent.

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Maybe the delusion of life was getting to him, maybe to them, little by little their body dropped dead, eyes sealing shut, whatever happened next, was nothing but a blur to someone else's eyes.

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A harsh thump, a loud bump, nothing came to aline his next life, perhaps he was too in the wrong, perhaps he, alone, was meant to be a servant in the end. Now a little to no youth watched the past come to the present, old was old, and new was new, simple, yet it was never simple to begin with.

A soft hum opened his eyes, and the next thing they knew, a garden with a perfect, unreal view covered the empty hollow. Fireflies wisping, the darkest of night, beautiful as dawn, rivers and ponds clear as day, and the loveliest sounds of dawn marked his own displeasure.

'It isn't real.' It was never real. To him, to us, nothing but a jewel was a hidden real, nothing but a jewel, hid his realest dreams to once ago buried in the deep end.