World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

NINETEEN

NOVEMBER 21, 2013 [?]

Nikki threw the door open, not giving Ricky a chance to say anything before grabbing his arm and pulling him out the door.

Ricky had only left twice in the past few weeks of being there. Nikki had only shown him around once, so he was still a little weary on where to go and where to not go.

The only 'friend' Ricky had made, was Nikki. He hadn't even seen anyone else, but from what head heard, they weren't the best people to befriend.

Nikki stopped just as they exited the building, pointing up to the red, almost blood red sky.

"Hasn't it always been this colour?" Ricky asked, then Nikki sighed, pointing again.

Ricky looked back up, his eyebrows scrunching when he saw what Nikki meant.

Ricky's eyes had landed on the Suns. Instead of there being one, there was three, the first two being a dark red, the last being black.

"How is that even possible?" Ricky gasped, turning back to Nikki.

Nikki let out another sigh, making his way down the street, "Last time we had this, there was a massive war. I fought, but was close to passin. This looks worse, though. So, we need to find a way out. Luckily I know someone who might be able to help with that."

Ricky was confused, yet excited.

His time down below had impacted him more than ever. All he had was Nikki, so they knew everything about each other. There were no secrets between them, no lies, nothing. So, you can say friends is the right word to describe them.

As Ricky was being pulled down the street, the heat started to get to him, causing small beads of sweat to drop down his forehead.

Nikki, sensing that Ricky was getting over heated, spoke over his shoulder, "Don't worry, it's cooler where we're going."

Not a minute later, Ricky was dragged into a house, the temperature dropping by far.

He let out a small puff of air, glad he wouldn't die from dehydration.

"Dallon?" Nikki called out, a man with all black clothing stepping into view.

Ricky could tell by Dallon's eyesight that he wasn't capable of seeing.

"Dallon, we need your help." Nikki said, walking to Dallon to guide him to the couch.

"I know where my furniture is." Dallon mumbled, slightly mad at Nikki for baby-ing him, "What do you need help with?"

"Three Suns. Red and black. Tell me it doesn't mean what I think it does."

Dallon's breath hitched, his memories from the last war flashing back.

After a minute or so, he spoke up, his voice small and cracked.

"Do you have anyone that can come in contact with someone in the real world? Someone that can contact a witch?"

Nikki nodded his head, stepping forward, "I can."

Dallon turn to where Nikki was standing, though he couldn't see him, "Do you have something that belongs to that person?"

Nikki hesitated before shaking his head, taking that step back.

"I-I do." Ricky mumbled, loud enough for Dallon to hear.

He didn't know what Dallon was going to do, but if it could get them out of that place, he'd gladly do it. Especially if it meant he could see his family again.