Mirror Soul

Chapter Thirty One: Fractured

A young boy broke through a thick mound of sand. He was sure the sand was in his mouth and eyes, yet he felt no discomfort. As he watched the fine earth slide through his fingers he noticed that the sand was blue. He stood to his feet and surveyed the area. It was blue for as far as the eye could see. Blue sand, blue dunes, blue cacti, all different shades, even the sun was blue. It was a blue desert.

"W-what is this?" He asked out loud.

W-who am I?

The boy began to walk, thinking he'd find no answers here. He walked for what could have been hours... or days. The stretch of blue sand and skies seemed endless. He knew the blazing sun above him should have been cooking him alive, that the uneven sand and hours of walking should leave his feet injured and body exhausted.

How long do I have to walk?

Suddenly, the sun, that had constantly been directly above the nameless boy, flew off into the distance . The boy, caught off guard, chased after the setting blue sun. He ran full speed after the celestial body, but was quickly losing it.

"Wait! Please!"

I need to go faster!

Thinking of nothing but more speed the boy felt a swell of power emerge in his body. He began to accelerate, running faster than ever before, until he caught up to the sun. The blue star was now obscured by a large figure in a cloak, levitating a few feet off of the ground. The boy stopped in front of the huge, floating garment. The cloak was cobalt blue with black lining, easily over fifty feet tall. He looked upward, hoping to see if there was a face visible beneath the hood. He was met with nothing but darkness. The nameless one could not ignore the fear swelling inside of him, but he, somehow, knew this... thing had the answers he seeked. With all the courage he could muster, the boy inched towards the floating cloak and slid a finger down the smooth material.

Memories of his life flooded into the boy's mind. A mother, a sister, friends, souls, mystics, the Horizion Core , and seventeen years of life returned to him.

I-i remember this!

The boy- Bruce, recalled.

This is that dream! The one I always forget.

He looked around himself, noting his surroundings . "Damn, someone has a color preference." He said aloud. Bruce returned his gaze up at the large cloak. It hadn't moved at all, the fabric just billowed in the desert's breeze.

"Hey!" Bruce yelled at the thing. "I bet finding clothes in your size must suck!" The cloak's hood looked down at him. As if just realizing he was there. Bruce gulped.

Either I'm eating too much spicey food before dinner or this is mystic related. What would Layva do in this situation?

Bruce activated his soul and manifested a sword. He raised it high above his head before swinging it down, with all his reinforced strength, on to the cloak. The blade struck the fabric and was stopped. The vibrations reverbrated through his hands, making them numb.

"Okay." Bruce said to himself after his hands stopped shaking. "That didn't work." He grabbed the end of the article of clothing and began to pull. The material didn't budge.

"Ugh! This isn't working! What would Kai do?" Bruce began to think of his best friend. He thought of how his companion would most likely be coming up with puns for the situation, or wondering if the sun's color was due to it being younger and hotter than most, or just aesthetic.

His friend always had the most bizarre interest, always so curious and knowledgeable. Kai had never taken shame in his interest and always wore them on his sleeve. His intelligence was always higher than his common sense. This discrepancy in smarts and naivete had been the first thing to draw him to the boy.