Dýnami

chapter |three|

There's a place in the dark where shadows go to die. The end of forever is approaching, the silence is setting, there will be no where to hide. You can run but you won't get away, for the demons never sleep, and you, sweetheart, will be dead before you wake. You, lost child, are at the end of your days, so cross your T's, dot your I's, say your prayers, and close your eyes.
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Genevieve offered Joel a warm bed for the next week until he was able to make arrangements to get home. It wasn't a total lie when he claimed he didn't have a way, he just needed Dýnami to guide him to it.

There was a lot of trust in the oblivious King, he knew that, but the prophecy has yet to lead his people astray and it was because of this that he would remain faithful to it.

He remembered the stories told through hunting trips, retold over feedings and bed time tales. The story of the King, their king. All powerful, all knowing, undefeatable. Destined to reign over every living and once living thing. Limitless. He just didn't expect that he would be such an important person in the legend and the King's assent to the crown. If he were honest with himself, he didn't think he would matter in the journey at all.

His mother however, had other plans, and maybe it was the stars whispering secrets of the future into her ears at night, maybe it was intuition. Regardless, she was the one who sent him out of the pride that day three months ago with the ever so clever words of letting the stars guide his way around and back home. He didn't know what to think or believe and because of that, he spent the first month upset. He did nothing productive, simply lived in his natural form, hunting in the forest that still remained after the humans extreme act of deforestation, destroying almost all available land. He slept in trees and did not communicate with the pride.

But during that month, it was as though the stars would talk to him, too. For the first time in his life, the stars spoke to him personally. They seemed to shine brighter in a trail to the west and one day, he followed. Why? He didn't know. One night he was sat and the next he had his nose pressed to the soft soil sniffing out a scent he didn't know, and eyes, casted to the top of his head to follow the trail. The bread crumbs in the sky.

It took him two months to find Dýnami, someone he didn't even know he was looking for but knew who he found the minute his eyes came in contact with his. There was a war between the prominent silver and the flecks of gold, as if he were fighting himself and he didn't even know it. Joel could feel the power radiating off of the boy, could smell it, he had to fight the instinct to bow before him as soon as the door opened because he knew from one glance that Dýnami had no knowledge of himself.

He sighed as he rested in the bed Genevieve provided. He has come such a long way from home all because of those lights in the sky. He would let them take the wheel in whatever happened next.

Meanwhile, two doors down and one across, Dýnami laid awake. Sleep abandoning him for another countless time during his short life and he had the fleeting wonder of when he would stop relying on it, however little that reliance was.

He gave up trying to go back to sleep three minutes latter, dragging himself to the shower instead. He decided that if he couldn't sleep, he minus well be fully awake for whatever the next few hours would bring.

The bathroom itself was spacious and dated, just as the rest of the house. Just as Dýnami was familiar with.

The tub at which he sat was oyster white with golden claw feet and three and a half feet deep. The shower head nearly touched the ceiling, creating a waterfall like effect when on and the curtain itself, a plastic like white material, barely swept the floor.