HYACINTH

chapter 11

[ boys and a goodbye]

Author pov

the sun rising up, as the darkness fading away. the twilight of the day was dimly light by the magnificent colors with no soul. In that deep forest the sacred people trying to regroup. Last night's events were hectic. It will definitely give them traumas for life. As planned prior to the events... the main group have made up the worst-case scenario, if it takes place everyone was told to follow the river or the sound of water. As it's the only thing they knew which will spread across the island. Though their worst-case situation didn't really match up with what happened. Everyone decided to follow it since there isn't really any other way.

Near the water fall four people lies unconscious on the bank. Two grown-ups and two children's. each one of them carrying wounds. Though the little boy has scratch marks of a wild animal here and there, but he doesn't seem like he is dead yet. After a while, both males became conscious as they take in the surroundings.

"Thank god... we are alive!"

"Are we alive? where are others?"

"Seems like we are... I don't know, we all went separate ways..."

"Hey Zeke, am I dreaming or is that a boy... two to be exact." Kreois murmured as he stood up.

"What-!!!" with a deep huff he also stood up.

Following behind the younger as the two boys became closer and closer with each step they took. Surely enough they both are bleeding badly and is more wounded than both of them combined. They need to act fast, or the boys might die.

With the help of their hidden abilities, they managed to assist the serious looking wounds of both boys. They considered themselves lucky that they had some medical stuffs in their bags.

"Will they wake up?" Kreois asked eagerly trying to warm up the small boy lying right next to another one.

Both boys looks similar to each other. Its only logical to say that they both are siblings, taking into their age. They both had pretty pale skin and bad scratches which made both grownups wonder if these two have had to face those nightmares too.

"They have to... they are alive and breathing so, yeah?" Zeke himself was sounding like he was trying to assure him that.

"But how long??"

"Can you both shut up for a minute."

The three idiots of the group Asher, Dylan and Armin is currently aimlessly going forward for like ages and yet they aren't anywhere near their destination. The three of them had stumbled into each other after a short while ago. All of them seems to be fine and not fine at the same time. They don't contain any wounds or anything... only God knows how they managed to do to stay alive much less be unwounded after being followed by a group of those creatures each.

"I am sure we are going in circles..." Dylan shouted in anger as he kicked the tree branch under his footstep.

"Who told you guys to keep me as a in charge." Asher huffed as he got done of the bickering the other two as been doing since well when they grouped up.

"I think we are lost in here." Armin mumbled as he crouched down to give his legs some kind of a break from all these walking.

Last night was restless for all three of them. Even though coincidentally they have all managed to climb a tree high enough to escape from all those chaos, they are deprived of sleep. Afraid that one of those might climb up to the trees. If that happens, it will be the end of them. The branches and leaves from other trees have kept them from completely drenching in the rain but the cold atmosphere did make them shiver. Clinging onto the bag pack for slightest amount of heat they spend the night same as each other. Praying that they will meet the others alive and well.

With the bickering they have again started the journey to find the river. This time the youngest of them leading the group forward. To kill the dead drop silence and to lighten up the mood, younger decided to do something.

"What do you guys think, do authors cry when they kill the best character or do they smile, laugh and have a cup of tea with Satan?"

"What in the frak-" Asher chocked on air as Armin finished the question.

"But that's a good question though... what really goes in your mind" Dylan asked as he poked Armins head.

"It depends right... I mean if the author also loves the character, they might cry..." Asher said deep in his thoughts.

"Heck no! they will laugh and eat cake with devil..." Dylan argued back. "Get it through, if the author loves the characters so much why do they kill it off."

"You have a point, but it's for the plot." Armin said joining the other two.

"But why does some random characters live and the characters they claim they like die?" Asher asked.

"True... almost every book does that... guess they are the direct descendent of the devil himself." Dylan said as he huffed.

With the interesting talks ongoing the three of them kept going forward. The morning sun heating up as they took each step forward. Calm breezes caressing their bodies as it cools down the temperature. Whipping away the sweat beads on their faces as the boys kept going closer to the waterfall. Joy visible in their faces as they noticed the faint sounds of waterfalls.

The excitement got the best of all as they ran through the forest. forgetting about the possible danger, laughing, and putting on competitive bets as they ran forward to the waterfall. Armin and Dylan on the lead overtaking each other couples of times as Asher followed them a little far behind. Having soon to be expired young blood is the one to blame according to him. Either way he isn't complaining. How could he, after all that chaos at least for some time they are enjoying on this island.

Or they got too involved in the happy moment that they didn't notice the grim reaper following behind them. Well except one...

"DON'T STOP RUNN!! JUST RUN!!" Asher shouted as he looked at the two Infront of him.

Tears formed in his eyes as he knew this is his last moment. His mind playing all those happy memories he has spent with the boys and Lavinia. how they bicker and prank each other. A lone tear escaped from his left eye as he shouted again.

"DON'T LOOK BACK, I WILL BE RIGHT BEHIND."

He is more than grateful that his friends listened to him and kept running. He is grate full that as the oldest one he saved the youngers from danger for now. Even if it costed him his life. He is happy. His runs became slow as he looked up the sky. Looking at one last time if he isn't lucky enough. Tears streaming down on his cheeks as he closed his eyes... one last time giving his legs all he has left running off into a completely different path... away from their destination.

"God... please save them-..."

Snap. In a millisecond Ashers body and head became two. As his body is getting devoured by the creatures, with his left consciousness he once again looked at the now empty path. A smile crept on his lips as he got lost in the dark abyss of nothingness.

Is death always that peaceful? Who knows...

End of chapter eleven