Lost Affinity

Chapter 2

(A/N:) well if you are reading, please tell us how it is!! Cuz we just started out, and we wanna write a good story, so we'd really appreciate your opinions, especially if it's bad, but please tell us!!

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Unknown's POV

It's the same dream again. I've been having these dreams for awhile now, almost 6 months.... But it's not like I'm tired of it. Infact, I look forword to it, because I get to see her. Her gentle countenace, her crystal eyes, pulling me closer to her with an unseen force..... Her smile, a lighthouse in the middle of a dark ocean.

Being with her fills me with with warmth, a feeling I don't feel out there... I do not know who she is, yet though she is a perfect stranger, it feels like I've known her forever. She, strange as it is, makes me whole. I want to stay here forever, in calm and silence, beside her in the garden surrounding us. I want this moment, this perfect moment to last forever, but I know that it won't, for soon reality would hit me like a meteorite, and I won't remember her........

Dupree's POV

*a few hours earlier*

"Next stop, Nexia. Next stop, Nexia." the lady on the speaker announces, meaning approx half an hour more till my stop. I sigh, staring outside the train at the same old boring sights I see everyday: towers which stretch out towards the vast sky, offices, apartments and all sorts of other buildings scattered everywhere, suffocating the life out of the lands, millions of people going about their mundane lives, without acknowledging anyone else's presence, selfishly living in their own worlds. Same boring stuff.

But who am I to judge? My life is pretty much everyone one else's. Every morning is the same, I wake up feeling empty, depressed and tired, simply put I feel like sh#t. Why? 2 reasons: I have to separate from the love of my life, my bed. I can't tell you how much I look forward to sleeping, as it is one of the 2 things i look forward to everyday.

The second, being my job, as it is mentally and physically exhausting. And the 1 hour train ride on the way there doesn't make things any better.

The speaker crackles, and a calm voice announces "Next stop, Citron. Next stop, Citron". Sighing again, I walk towards the exit in a desultorious manner with my suitcase dangling beside me, and mentally prepare to again exhaust myself for the day.

I alight on the stop of Citron, and start my 15 min walk to my work place, a factory. I work under a pharmaceutical company called Accurall. As i complained earlier, my job is literally draining my energy. Allow me to explain: Being an elf, I specialize in healing magic. So me and a huge bunch of other elves are in charge of channeling our energy into tiny crystals, turning it into pills for specific ailments. These pills are used by other races like werebeasts, fairies, sirens, i.e those who don't specialize in healing. Different diseases require dfferent combinations of healing energy, and doing this requires intense concentration and your own energy input. Simply put, I abuse myself for everybody else's sake, which is kinda ironic.

I drag myself to my station, where a set of instructions for the day await me, and I immediately plunged into working on blue tiny crystals.

At sharp 2 p.m, the bell rings, signalling lunch break. I heave a thankful sigh, grab a sandwich from the cafeteria and head to my favourite place in the entire world: The flower field. The flower garden is the 2nd thing I look forward to everyday. It is a 10 minuet walk from my factory, and due to my lack of socialising skill(and hence no friends there), I always eat my lunch there, alone (not that I regret it...).

By the time I reach, I find a few other elves there, with their lunches, softly chatting away, as I nibble my sandwich. In a few minutes everyone dissipate leaving the garden empty, telling me my lunch break is almost over. As I too turn around to leave, I feel a gush of wind push me towards the field, and then abrubtly stops. I'm not sure how to explain what I felt, but the wind was definitly strange.....(how can wind be strange???) Well, it may be strange, but not enough to make me stay. As i (again) turn around to leave, the wind picks up again, but this time, it starts growing stonger and stronger by the second pulling in fog from the surrounding areas, as if a vaccum formed in the middle of the field. The wind starts getting fierce, and pretty soon I'm holding on to the bench for dear life. As if finally done with it's tantrums, the tempestuous wind comes to a sudden stop, leaving the once beautiful flower garden, a spooky mess.

Although I just witnessed nature's freak show, and although I know it's dangerous, every fibre in my being aches to check out the area of dense fog in the middle of the field. Why? Because for the first time in forever (A/N: don't sing it) , outside my absolutely insanely boring life, something extraordinary has happened!!! It felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity, and no way in hell would I miss this. I take bold steps forward, getting this deep gut feeling that what I was going witness would make an impact in my life, however tiny or large, possibly changing the course of my life! With each step i felt more and more excited.

As i trodded deeper into the fog, the soft scrunch of my shoes upon grass was replaced by a slightly noisier crunch, almost as if I stepped on raw crystals. The thickness of the fog rendered me almost blind, and soon I could see nothing in front of me. I started walking towards something large, and my heartbeat quickened. Nearing it, i stood 1 foot away from a somewhat semicircular piece of metal, and just a few feet away, another similiar object. I began keenly inspecting what this thing could be, when i tripped and fell on somthing...... more like someone...