Hues of Blue

Prologue

I look up towards the mirror and take in the illusive reflection. It was one of dark and light, dull and drab, scarily unassuming hues. But then again, in all my life I haven't glanced upon different ones. My eyes slowly drag their vision across my looming visage, taking in my features. My features again, in shades of murk and nothingness for I know not what colour is. Colours, I must correct myself, for I know one and one alone. Blue. Blue is my only respite from constantly viewing the world in what you would probably call black and white vision. The only medium of vividity and brightness in my colourless days.

Our world is a strange world, you see, simultaneously insipid and radiant. All of us know shades of one colour alone, be it of what they call green, yellow, red or the ones I am most accustomed to, the hues of blue. There are those who talk of the redness of the roses and their lovers' lips, some who describe the green familiarity of the trees and the gentle grass, those who talk of the yellow, vast stretches of fields and the canaries. I find them hard to believe for the things they talk of to me are of the same indistinct variations of black and white. However I can, to great lengths talk of the comforting blue of the boundless sky, the slightly intimidating blue of the vast seas, the colour of the gentle flow of the lakes and the rivers, the hue of the faithful ink that puts down my thoughts.... I could go on and on. You must bear with me, for it is my only refuge,

I now look up to my eyes, a shocking hue of blue, the only shade of my favourite, known colour that I can find on my person. I gaze at them at wonder if the future will ever be painted with other colours that I ache to know.

In the world I live in, there is one way alone to colour our lives. We must find our soul mate, be it a lover, a friend, a brother or a confidante whose known colour matches with the one of my armlet. The colour which shall determine my future, the way the world shall show itself to me. I gaze at the unassuming band, wishing I knew what colour it was. It doesn't answer my query and seems to glare at me in defiance with its infuriatingly grey appearance. I look back at the mirror and glance at the reflection of band and I see a shimmer. A shimmer of colour, a colour I had never in my life seen before. It vanished in a second appearing to be a figment of my imagination.

But a deep voice within me assured me it was not. I haven't a clue as to what colour it was but its image seems to etch itself upon my mind forever. It is time to go on a quest to find that someone who would colour my life, paint upon the canvas of my heart and bring vividity brightness into my world. All my life I, Noah Williams had been a painter standing in front of a canvas. I had ached to be me a picturesque muse myself. And now, I had a sign that I would soon be. I would be both a canvas and a muse to that someone who would change my very existence into a scintillating landscape.

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