Awoken

Himm and Thy Keeper

   I did not breathe while I was within Himm. I did not move, nor did I dare to attempt to escape. Humid, and clammy, I hovered in Himm, swallowed and imprisoned, I waited for eons to be released from captivity.
I stay still, then shut my eyes slowly, realizing my fate. I am going to die. I will die within Himm, and no one shall ever know.
I don't even know how it's moving with me in Himm. "Please," I thought silently, "let me free." And I was given life as I was lain down onto crackled pavement, a road.
I gasp for air which at that point wasn't needed much at all. Himm stood over me, watching, silently and cold. I look up to the.. The manifestation of the fear of the dark? What was it?
"What are you?" I ask Himm. Himm looks down upon me, unwavering, then it begins to feed the answer through my head. I hear Himm's voice echoing in my skull,
"I am Himm. For you will never know something on earth more powerful than so. If you feel as though I am a negative energy, then do so. I am what you think I am."
I stare at Himm, "So if I give you a proper form, you'll take that?"
"Precisely. As of now, I embody fear. Go on, shut your eyes, and give me a body." The dark, towering mass says into me.
I look at Himm, then shut my eyes, "I don't know if this will work."
"It did.." I hear a male voice, actually speaking to me.
I open my eyes to an old face, someone unfamiliar yet lovely and heartbreakingly what I needed to see. "..brother..?" I hear the words stumble across my lips.
"No, I am Himm, but I do so look as your brother. Where is he?" Himm asks, cocking his head like Shawn, my brother, used to do when he was confused.
I stare at Himm. "He's dead." My stare doesn't differ. I stand completely still, mourning a face that I shouldn't've seen. "It's been 3 years." I clear my throat, rubbing the back of my neck, "He was, uh.. Shot. In the right eye. It was an instant death, an accident really, but yeah.." I look into the eyes of a whole face that had been diminished by stories and ripped apart by made up memories to repair time cut short. "Do you have his memories?"
Himm stops for a second, "Yes. All that you have with him, I do. For I can read into your thoughts and memories." Himm smiles as if the original were too cheap.
"You're smiling?" I ask, nearly in tears, stepping closer to Himm.
"Yeah, I guess so. Might there be something wrong with it?" His eyes flake into worry, and my heart falls with them.
I am brought to my knees and begin to weep, "I have missed you, yet you aren't you. You are nearly a mirage of an attic ghost. Please come back to me, brother, because I love you and I miss you so much." Then something peculiar happens; Himm walks over to me, sits on his knees, looks me in the eyes, and wraps his arms around my shoulders as if he had lost someone too, and I were embodying them.
I stand still, feeling his warmth for a moment, before grasping Himm, pulling Himm tighter, my tears slipping into his shoulder. "Please don't leave, Shawn. Never, not again, please." I beg.
"I'm not Shawn; I am Himm, but I must take you somewhere now so that you may begin training. So we may begin training." He says.
And with my face buried into the shoulder of a dream, I think this to myself, 'Who was Himm missing to want to fulfill the role of someone else's loss?'