One Final Gloomy Day

Chapter 2: A Dyvorian Boy's Favourite Leisure

My room was dimly lit by a lamp on the wooden desk beside me. Awake at four in the morning, I sat on my bed as I watched the lighting-lit rain outside constantly tap and patter on my bedroom window. I was wrapped in my blanket while I hugged my pillow tightly to retain the heat. Grey won't like a wet picnic on a beach, or anyone at all. At times like this, the deep purple fog of the dead-looking Mahirokan forest would stain the rain or even roll over to the beach. The same kind of weather when I was born. It has always been like that ever since I've lived. People say the weather has become erratic ever since I've been alive, they say I'm somehow cursed but it's always been something else. With no more energy left to think, I went to sleep and let the rain pass over.

Deep in sleep where everyone thinks anything means nothing, strange dreams occur. I dreamt that somewhere in Dyvoria, a strange boy swept a glass-walled tower's floor. He had- brown eyes, long hair as dark as dirt, and wore what I thought was a cherry-colored shirt and forest green shorts that reached his knees, beside him was a tall man who wore a purple hooded robe lined with gold, he held a long magic staff, and most of all he had wings- large black wings.

Then, the boy in the cherry-colored shirt spoke: "Edy," his voice was soft yet clear, he stopped sweeping the floor and walked over to the man named Edy.

Edy was facing backward so he turned around to face the mysterious boy, "Hm?" Edy seemingly hummed. I saw the boy smile at Edy before he spoke again.

"What do you think of the man we saw in the forest?" he laughed. I suddenly felt uneasy for no reason.

"He's like a weird uncle," Edy said. The boy went up close to Edy in the blink of an eye, jumped, and took off his hood. His eyes were like Lisa's, pretty and looked like the night sky. His hair was similar to Grey's and he had an attitude, especially when Grey was all alone when Mom died. In all particular ways, he looked like one of us, a Fantumo.

"Mark!" Edy screamed.

"Grey?!" I shouted as the dream began falling apart like shattering glass. A strange powerful wind began to blow in my dream as stars fell in between the cracks in the dreams. The strange boy looked straight in my direction with a curious face before the dream completely stopped.

I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked at the clock on the desk beside me- seven fifty-five. I panicked and rushed to fix my bed and get my towel before I ran out of my room to head to the bathroom downstairs. While I rushed downstairs, I fixed and swept my long grey hair backward. Suddenly, without a care, I bumped into Lisa.

"Sorry, Chori!.." she whispered.

"It's fine! By the way, where's Grey?" I softly said.

"He's been waiting for fifteen minutes but he knows well you don't sleep that well so he didn't change his clothes yet." Lisa smiled and then patted my back. I responded with a hum.

"Well, go now! The weather should be better at the beach right now," Lisa picked up the towel which I didn't notice I had dropped, "Sunny days appear because of you, Chori." Then she walked away to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Grey! Get ready!" Lisa shouted from afar, then Grey responded: "On it!" in a deep lazy voice.

I entered the bathroom door, washed myself, and then went to my room to change. I still didn't have anything on my mind about what I should wear outside so I quickly grabbed a loose pair of oak-brown pants and a simple sky-blue polo shirt. Then I wore a thin dust-colored green jacket. After that, I went downstairs where I saw Grey dressed like he was going to the city to model. A thin blue and white checkered flannel polo with sleeves was rolled up and layered on top of a dark gray shirt. He also wore grayish-brown pants. I saw that his hair wasn't brushed up like yesterday, instead, he let his ear-length gray hair down which curtained his forehead. Grey was already holding the picnic basket.