cobalt

cobalt :: 6

It felt as though every organ residing in my chest burnt up; as though the fear made me feel as though my insides were being eaten up.

Slowly, cautiously, I began to turn my head to the origin of the voice. Which happened to be directly behind me.

Hazel eyes met icy blue ones.

Hair the color of a deep night sky. Skin similar to the shade of milk. Loose, blue plaid being worn upon his being; a black t-shirt making itself seen due to the few buttons that were undone. Black skinny jeans and worn out, black high tops decorating the portion where the madras ended. A smile that seemed to slightly warm up his frozen aura.

This is what made the teenage boy, who is now in front of me, appear as though he just stepped out of a book composed of mysteries or mythologies.

For some reason still unknown to me, I reached out to touch his stomach.

The smile left his face in a confused wave, his eyes targeted on my hand.

"Wha--" He began, but I quickly interrupted him.

"Weren't... Weren't you killed? Shouldn't there be a sword through your chest? Where is your wound...? Wait, why are you here? Where did you come from?! My brain is hurting from all of this pure strangeness happening to me!"

I took a deep breath, finally letting out every word that filled my skull in an aggravated manner.

"Okay so, first of all; yes. I was killed. But, you see, I traveled back in time to come see you. Bery is completely overwhelmed and I am expecting death sometime soon. I knew you could help prevent the mass collapse of the World Unknown."

I felt my jaw drop, the sensation of blood instantaneously flooding from the my delicate cheeks.

"Wh- who's 'Bery?' And... what exactly is the 'World Unknown?'"

My curiosity only became stronger as I remained in his presence; it felt as though he had been a constellation, ripped from the depths of mystic blue and bold purple.

"Oh, Bery? That's another story for another day. Let's just say his blood is much higher on the toxicity chart than mine. We're heading to the World Unknown very soon, so you'll know what that is later."

He was searching desperately for something in his pocket as he said these words.

I nodded gingerly, taking a rather large swallow.

"Is he evil? Is he the other one in my dream?" I muttered out. My hands were trembling, and I was trying my best to not make it evident.

A light chuckle was heard, as he looked into my eyes after finding what he was looking for in his pockets.

"You don't have to worry about Beryllium. He's on our side."

"What... Side are we on, exactly?"

His face turned suddenly serious, determination like flames in those pale eyes; a string of soft words leaving his lips.

"Oi opadoí ton asterión."

My eyes widened, shocked.

"What does that mean?"

He waited a few minutes, looking at the unknown object in his hand.

"Followers of the Stars."

The colors of a vast galaxy consumed my room and did away with anything in its path. It swallowed me up in a single, daunting wave of coldness.

His eyes seemed to glow with all the secrets in the universe.