Dýnami

chapter |five|

****unedited****

The hardest part of a story is the beginning. It's easier to retell the gore of the action, the magic of the middle, but the start of the journey is always skimmed over. Never given much detail except in story books where there is little choice, else the story feels incomplete.

Put simply -- Joel was bored.

He felt the effects of the beginning of an epic seep in. He knew that they were off to seek great possibilities. He knew it. But the start was such an absolute drag, he wasn't sure if he could handle the lack of drama, something he didn't even know he enjoyed until it was taken out of his life all together.

And, just to add insult to injury, they were in the middle of no where.

After the two boys closed a literal door on Dýnami's past and we're prepared to open a new one, it finally set in that they had no destination.

It's interesting how the most important parts of something can be overlooked and put off until it simply can't. Until the only thing left is to deal with it.

They walked, side by side, in the direction of tress that stood in the distance, wavering like they were only a figment of their imaginations. It was humid and smelled like it would rain, Dýnami took notice as he tracked through the uncut blades of grass and weeds that seemed to only grow in size and numbers the closer they drew to the tree line.

Joel, on the other hand, paid little attention. He was anxious to get into the forest. Wanted to change forms. Wanted something to happen. A sign that they were doing the right thing or, at the very least, headed in the right direction. He wanted action.

But he contained the angst as best he could, following Dýnami through the thicket of overgrown wildflowers and greenery. They had been walking for three hours in the direction of East and still were twenty minutes away from the first tree.

Dýnami was starting to think he had underestimated the expedition. Hadn't given it full credit. He had downplayed it, 'leaving home,' is what he had called it but three hours in and he was ready to put aside his dislike of human interactions, find a main road and hitchhike his way back home.

"Do you think there are people out here?" It was the first thing said between them since he woke up on Dýnami's shoulder that morning. The silence had begun to eat away at his mind, the sound of feet meeting dirt repetitively resonating and resounding throughout.

"No." But of course, the blue haired boy was fine with the lack of noise. Found comfort in nature's music alone and nothing else.

"Have you ever seen a jaguar in person?" For he was not ready to let the conversation die. Not ready to except that it may have been dead in the first place.

"No."

"Do you want to?"

Dýnami stops walking. Did he want to? He just went along with that part of the story. Excepted it. Did he want proof? Proof that he wasn't crazy? That this wasn't crazy? That this was real and not some slow paced fantasy book he would have put down by now?

Did he want to see Joel's jaguar?

"Yes."

He didn't need to be told twice. An unspoken agreement was made between the two when he put himself a distance behind Dýnami, out of reach and sight. He undressed to his back, throwing his clothes in the general direction of in front of him before letting the change take over.

It starts with a mental command. A demand to switch. Slowly, letting the other half take over. Letting the once dominant side fall into submission.