Blondes Battle

Part 2

Before the blonde could manage to get hold of the long awaited treasure, someone snatched it away right in front of his minuscule but bright eyes. A mesmerising boy with fair hair put up into a ponytail, due to its length still managing to meander around his shoulders. A Gaze like no other, as if the entire ocean was held hostage within them. A slim but well built figure and a smile that effortlessly could surpass the fires luminosity.

Thoughts trailing off but never letting go of the sauce in mind. It seemed so reachable. Seconds earlier it had only been centimetres away from his hands. Now it was time to focus. The ultimate goal shall never be replaced by an impulsive flow of thought.

Oh, but what he'd give to resemble the other and not himself.

Focus, he reminded himself again.

„Greetings traveller, you seem to posses one of my belongings. Care to give it back?"

„ngh"

What was the meaning of this gibberish? Is this the language of the pretty, or why have I never heard of such sayings. Nonsense! Ignore his mesmerising appearance, jealousy isn't a good look on you. But nothing seems to be.

„Say traveller, have you considered returning what was once mine?" Fingers directed at the wanted object.

The young man hesitated. Slowly but surely he reached for it and put it into nothingness.

Where did it go? A thought more spoken than imagined.

Unexpectedly he received a message. No vocals left the young boys mouth but he knew what the other wanted to convey.

His dream was still in reach, he just had to follow.

Mountains, rivers, fields, valleys and so many more remarkable places came and went away. Time followed their lead.
At first the restless travels seemed hard and stressful but with a fading sense of reality every step taken made the exhaustion their normal. Pausing had become an unnatural, redundant and shameful activity

Suddenly something caught the young boys attention. His old eyes couldn't get a hold of what it was. All his vision was able to picture were small, blurred red dots. Coming closer to it made the man realise that the object of desire were flowers whose fruit seemed to burn. Their bottom glowed in scarlet while the top was soaked in gold. Time for admiration was limited as the boy made them his in a heartbeat only leaving behind their greenish stems.

What were his intentions?