Fishing Net

The rain fell heavily today in a torrential downpour. Usually when a gloomy time came, it would last for a good amount of hours. To go outside without an umbrella would cause one to get drenched and shiver from the frosty feeling in the air. The sound of raindrops lived on when hitting against an open, freezing lake. No one would dare to go out in a time like this, but then was the young man who wandered. Wandered past over the damned slope of an abyssal dark forest. Stress affected these distorted, already unnatural trees as the footing of this male's dark brown boots grew heavier with each step. In the path that they took settled down filthy uncanny slabs of stone. They were soaked from how surreal the drops of water hit him. It would be clear the male had not come out with an umbrella and took in the sad atmosphere casting down on the boy. The man's blonde colored hair felt nothing other than wet, however, the green decayed leaves managed to block most of it out to not make it unbearable. 

 The ominous man dressed in blue who walked down this treacherous path of the unknown was holding something. The left hand held a fishing rod with a box of worms that fish take as bait.  The right was in a resting position. 

 Furthermore the man moved whilst the path behind him had grown darker and darker with every foot stepping on another grey surface. Uneasy anxiety stumbled its merry way down the blonde's spine this was the second time that they've pondered down this path. Darkness always made him question if anyone was there. With no effort whatsoever would've been able to remind something in the man's already aching spirit covered in shadows. The distant past whereas one day the man nearly had fallen to the abyss, which was foggy. Not able to comprehend what happened way before all of that with the only moments remembered were. 

 

 "Agony spreads through your veins, the fear of not knowing who will win crawls down your spine. The will of iron ever since……. Death has come to fade one day, you may now take your rest, Dante"

 Those were the cold, dying words this said man recalled from the fog of memories calling into their head to make him submit to the pitch blackness. Unclear and confusion always consumed the man's reluctant calm mind as to how he survived. Nor was the complete and fulfilled knowledge if it's lucky or unlucky having a look around now. People losing their minds and becoming somewhat like him, because the world owned no love for the dusted ones. Yet there was something inside this very male… Dante was his name, Dante had something within their vessel that granted them more humanity than the vast majority of people in this realm. However, no clear line of sight, or understanding was shown to what this had meant, only them and thoughts to ponder more about it. Weary, powerful was a want to remember even the most horrid of memories grabbed Dan by the throat. 

 Yet knew that remembering anything will never come 

 "It's fine, it's fine, right?" 

The slight raspiness, but silk in that voice spoke his thoughts surrounded in confusion aloud into the sinister, depressing atmosphere. Once longed in this mind, concern of not knowing had already drifted away towards a different mark. Managing to regain composure with a thought to think about something else, Dante had always forced a new thought when one got too negative and sank the negativity into his own voice, and the way they spoke. After all it was the only coping mechanism available and another one would've been to kill something to suppress the stress by just the flash of his swordsmanship. Not a normal form of dealing with surreal pain and emotions, however, the only ways possible without getting killed. There were other ways, yet it was currently too late to go back and wanted to enjoy themselves with some pass time of fishing. The man continued down this ominous path with the intensity of those deathly silent thoughts overtime grew numb by a degree. Only the echoes of the horrid weather tuned in the mind of this golden-haired individual and with that eased the reverbs as to what brought many questions vanished alone momentarily.