Parable of Arcastia: Journey between the dual world

(2) A Usual Day

Getting dressed in the morning all the boy could think about was the dream, that had occurred moments ago. He has been having dreams such as this, constantly for weeks. Every time he goes to sleep. Every time he shuts his eyes, He will have one of many dreams all relating to each other; either with the man and his wife, the creatures, or the female voice. With the redundancy of his dreams, he always tries to fight the urge to go to sleep at twilight, for in Aquouir night never falls onto the land. No one in the land of Aquouir has seen night because the sun will only set as far as twilight, then several hours later the sun will rise again for a bright and shining day.

Everyone speaks about how the world used to have a brief period of darkness every day. These thoughts have been passed down through generations and are believed to originate from the people of the old world who lived centuries ago. This is what some say; however, many do not believe that there was ever a period of darkness in the world. Those who spread the rumor of how light and dark coexisted in the world; don't even know as to why such a sudden change could have possibly happened, yet they still believe in these tales nevertheless.

The boy doesn't believe in such things. He was raised to only believe in what he could see with his own two eyes like the majority of the citizens in Aquouir. He has no time to think about such a thing right now, however, as is the only thing on his mind is the dream that he had. He walks over to the clock hanging on his wall. The clock protrudes a hologram its circular face to show the boy the time.

"Another ten minutes..." he lays himself on top of his bed sheets, thinking about the dream one more time, and trying to piece it all together as for it has defiantly baffled him this morning.

Why am I still having these dream? It's... been almost a year now, and I'm still having these same dreams over and over again.

He looks over at the clock, seeing that time has barely passed he lets out a large sigh, not wanting to think about his reoccurring dream any more than he already had—yet he feels as though he has to.

This time was a lot more different than the other times. This time, there was more than one island...But there are no more islands in the world, ours is the only one, and has been since the beginning of time—right?

The very moment he finished that thought the clock on his wall started to sound off, alerting him in case he was still asleep. "huh? Guess it's time." The boy sits up on his bed and looks at the window straight ahead of him. He smiles trying to deter his mind to something else it could focus on. He goes over to his window and opens the two transparent crescent shaped doors, and peeps his head out.

He smells the fresh scent of the morning air, all of his previous thoughts are quickly clouded by the first sight of day. He takes in all of the relaxing pleasant moment. The smell of the ocean and pine cones, mix in the air. Seeing the sunlight glisten across the city's crystal structures get him excited for the day ahead. He is so excited, he dresses and rushes out of his room and dashes down the stairs. He takes a pair of goggles, and a bag, off of its hook on the wall. He opens the crystal door and goes out into the world.

"Oh, Hey there Zaidan." Said the elderly owner of the house and Zaidan's caretaker. He is not his biological father because Zaidan isn't like all the other people on the island. He has no recorded birth. No one knows anything about his parents, let alone any other relatives. No one in all of the Aquouir wanted to take Zaidan in. They all saw him as unnatural. A baby that appeared out of nowhere, with no story as to why he was there.

Some people were even thinking about placing the baby on a ship and letting him set sail. 'The baby did appear on the beach, after all, its home could have been the ocean.' they said. Many started questioning the unusual existence of the baby. The baby couldn't have come from the ocean because there was no another life out there. They pondered and ponder, and when the sum of those agreeing to the idea grew more by every passing minute, one of the citizens stepped in and said that he would be the boy's caretaker.