Galia: Tale Of The End

Chapter 12- Sunset

Dong. A bell tolled as people scurried across the village of Flos. Birds cawed and flapped their wings away from the noise. Dong. Young children held their parents hands and pointed at flock of birds. Dong. Suddenly the amazement of the world faded away and reality set back in. The children are pulled by their arms and continued in their first direction.

In the center of town, near the clock tower, the shadow of a cross was cast across the parallel building. It's dirty windows were lined in rows that stacked on top of other panes of glass. The building loomed over passerbyers who looked at it unnervingly.

Inside, the odd boy walked up to the reception desk. The women glared up at him over her magazine. She folded the page and set it down. "For the last time Lyon, your friend has not woken up." The lady informed him in annoyance. For the past two weeks Dandy Lyon had been going to the hospital to check up on Bellis.

He moved his eyes down in disappointment. "Oh. Okay. If he wakes up, tell him I was asking about him." Dandy slunk out of the hospital as the receptionist huffed in relief. She brought the magazine back up to her face and lost herself in the words.

Her name was Martha. Martha Pierre. As a magnolia she had bleached blonde hair with a yellow patch on top. The petal like strands just reached her neck. She worked as the mayor of Flos's secretary. Whatever job she was given, she did it. Mediocrely. Martha was the only flower that was "brave" enough to accept the mayor's request. The mayor was truly a force to be weary of.

While Martha was distracted, Lyon snuck past the desk and found himself in a long grey hallway. He turned and read the numbers on the door. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven." He stopped when he realized that the hallway was much longer and had many more numbers than he wanted to count. "Three hundred." He told himself. Dandy walked to the end of the hall where a metal staircase led up to the next floor. The numbers stopped at one hundred.

He looked at the crude plaque. "Oui. I have to go up two flights." As he ran up the stairs, flakes of rust fell from the railing. The rickety stairs shook and groaned at his weight. After he reached the third floor he scanned the labels on the door. This floor was considerably nicer than the previous floors. The ground was clean and made of white marble that was speckled with black and brown dots. It reflected the ornate lights and matched with the swirls and designs on the wall. This was the floor for the richer patients, which was slightly amusing considering Bellis was a foreigner.

The door marked 300 was plain white with a shiny golden knob. Not a speck of dirt or grime could be found on its surface. Dandy reached out and turned the knob. He pushed the door in and found a figure staring out the window. The thick black curtains were pulled back with their hands as they leaned on the sill. He turned. His now messy blue hair shone in the afternoon light and the odd curl bounced to the side.

"Bronze sword guy?" Bellis asked, slightly confused. Dandy smiled gleefully, seeming to ignore the fact that he was unknown. "You're awake! I'm glad that you're okay!"

"Who are you. The last time I saw you, you kidnapped my sister." He glared and clutched something in his hands.

"She was the key! It was her power and I wanted her to unlock it." He smiled.

"She went with you and came back crazy." He moved back against the window.

"Yea. I wasn't expecting that to happen at all. I'm slightly glad I wasn't the key if that's what it does." He started rambling on before Bellis stopped him.

"Can you please stay away from me?" Bellis hissed. Dandy pulled his arms back to clutch his chest. "I'm sorry." He crept back into the doorway. Bellis sighed and rubbed his temple and looked up at Dandy's glistening eyes. In a gesture of friendliness he put out his hand. "My name is Bellis. I guessing you already knew that."