Human

The Encounter

Third person P.O.V-

The silence in the alley was heavy and sinister, threatening to strangle smallest sound that could undermine the absolute stronghold it built up between the two dark moist brick walls.

Only one man seemed to be respected by the silence, as his unwavering eyes observed unknowing bypassers from the shadows in the alley.

He seeked a being that was not of this world, but thought of itself as one of the mere human kind.

The man had been awaiting a particular moment for The Lost One to appear in his sight, but his effort had not yet been successful, meaning his long wait had been fruitless.

With a content exhale, the man decided destiny had been taking too long to bring him and The Lost One together, and pronounced inaudibly that he, The Guardian of all Lost ones would now take fate in his own hands. Those two hands of his then collided, palm to palm, and the man dematerialized with the sound of a fire crackling, and a gust of wind that stirred the dust on the ground.

He reappeared on a place he'd never seen before, which was not that much of a surprise since this entire city was new to the Guardian. The building his gaze now fell upon was damaged, and seemed to be in great need of reparation, but in some way it appeared complete anyways.

The outsides were covered in bright signs and letters that had been spray painted on top of the grey building, covering up the entire surface, along with bright neon signs that mostly showed some kind of dancing ladies made of led lights, which the Guardian found very fascinating.

Not until he finished studying the bright lights, he tuned towards what appeared to be the entrance, where unsteady bunches of people poured out, and back in again with a surprisingly smooth flow, despite the fact that many of the humans could barely stand up straight.

From the opening came also loud, odd music, with noise that could not have been created by simple human instruments, and the Guardian furrowed his eyebrows.

Why people chose to willingly deny themselves, balance, stability and normal brain functions by drinking liquid, and flung their limbs around to this sort of noise, was out of his reach to even comprehend. Alas, he knew The Lost One would be inside this vivid structure of lights and sounds, so he did not addle with thoughts concerning his audible health for very long, until walking inside, easily blending in amongst the crowd in his dark clothing.

It did not take very long until he recognised the one whom did not belong amongst humans, but they were currently out of physical or audible reach, as the rowdy crowd and the loud sounds blocked the Guardians path. He could not speak to her, or reach out to her, but he could see her, sitting on a stool beside a long table, beside a young man who was currently leaning close to her with a mischievous smirk, pouring honey into her ear as the laughed, nervously.

Without a millisecond of doubt, the Guardian stormed up to the two, and in a swift motion the younger man was pushed away like the wind itself wanted to separate the two young teens.

The female on the other hand looked relieved, and observed the welcomed intruder with friendly, but also sharp and curious eyes. Dissatisfied with his treatment from the cloaked one, the young man hopped off his stool and plumed himself up, trying to frighten the unwelcomed male.

"Oi, get away from my girl or I'll smash you into little pieces" He slurred, clearly affected by the liquid as well, as he made a faint attempt to threaten the Guardian. Although the newly arrived male seemed mostly surprised, but not because of the threat, no, simply because he found it funny that such a puny human dared to speak up to someone like the Guardian at a time like this.

Then the female, who'd earlier been sitting in silence, waiting for something to happen, now piped up, and she seemed rather frustrated. "I am not your girl, like I tried to tell you about hundred times already!" she decided, and the Guardian nodded, although he couldn't seem to comprehend that she'd been spending enough time with this peasant to reject him a hundred times.

"You shut up!" the other male retorted, and made an attempt to get around the gloomily dressed man, who'd currently been standing in between the two. Although the younger male seeme strong, even in his drunken state, he had quite some trouble reaching out towards the female, since the cloaked man was blocking him.

The stranger that seemed so harmless just a second ago, now shone with a intimidating aura as he locked eyes with the younger male.

"Young man" He said in a low voice, that sent shivers down both of the teens spines, "You are on the precipice of annihilation, and I suggest you go home before you get severely injured"

If there was any brain cells still conscious behind the thick cranium of the male teen, they we're clever enough to avoid an argument, and he sullenly walked away with his tail between his legs, muttering something about his head feeling oddly numb before he amalgamated with the rest of the crowd, immersing himself in people and music.

The girl let out a sigh of relief, wiping imaginary sweat from her forehead, and putting a lock of her short brown hair behind her ear in the process. "Thanks a bunch man" she said, grinning "He was getting more and more annoying, and even denser the more he drank. Some people just can't take a no"

The girl sighed, and not until she finished speaking, she noticed that the cloaked man's stern grey eyes had been non stop observing her, although it sounded creepy, he made it seem like he was just curious.

"What may your name be young one?" The older male asked, without letting his facial expression falter even once.

"Minou" She replied "Alex Minou, at your service" Alex said, offering an outstretched hand towards her rescuer.

"Alex" The stranger replied with a short nod "You may call me The Guardian of Lost Ones" The Guardian of Lost Ones said.

"Okay..." Alex mumbled "You just said that as if that's not a completely weird thing to call yourself but whatever I guess?" She said, unsure if this male was drunk, high, or just a tad bit insane.

The Guardian didn't seem phased by her suspicions, and if he noticed her sarcasm, he didn't point it out. "Alex" He suddenly said "I need you to come with me