The Dark Path: Stygian Days

The Dawn Of Stygian Days

[Archer’s POV]

Several weeks passed since we began living in Enzo’s place. It was on top of a mountain which never seemed to face a shortage of snow. I never liked cold temperature to begin with and all the snow obviously wasn’t making my mood any better.

The day we first arrived at his place, Enzo wanted to have a private conversation with me alone. He asked me a few question like ‘How long have I realised my powers?’ and ‘Does anyone follow me and the others?’

I remembered the fact that there were people who kept attacking us. Those mysterious men who never stated what they want explicitly. I don’t know what it is about me, but I can’t bring myself to trust Enzo. Despite the fact that he seems to be an honest person, something seems to hold me back.

Maybe nothing is wrong with him. Maybe it’s me. The weeks that passed have slowly changed me. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle piece that doesn’t seem to go anywhere. I have my own room in Enzo’s place. Whatever is happened to me, it’s not good. I feel the need to distance from my friends. Sometimes, I sit in my room in the dark as I watch the snow lightly fall as the sun sets.

My friends are very well aware of my change. Miles noticed it first. Our conversations aren’t as lengthy or engaging as they used to be. I find it hard to have fun anymore. Sierra worries about me just as much. She sometimes visits me in my room and asks if everything is alright. I just…push her concern to the side.

The nights I had were spent thinking what my true purpose is. I’m not a genius but I know for sure that nobody gets the ability to control forces of nature without having a reason behind it. Then, I began to think. Why me? I’m not the bravest person. I barely made it through school with any friends. I should be grateful that Miles ended up in the same place with me. It also helped that Tyson was one of the better ones of the popular clique. I think it weren’t for him, I would have spent most of my school life with my head in the toilet or being stuck in a locker.

Where was Tyson? His sister, Sylvia, too. I just don’t understand why they just vanished like that. No obvious reason, no note, nothing.

I thought about my parents. I never what came over my father. It was all too sudden. Even now, the emptiness in my heart still feels fresh. My mother worried me more. I shouldn’t have left her. However, I couldn’t stay either. She would have killed me. But all that wasn’t her fault. All the blame should be on me. I left her. My selfishness at being unable to accept the loss of the one girl who I ever felt complete me…

Alexis…I remember her sweet smile, her dark luscious hair, her smooth skin, the times we had. I looked forward to me seeing every time I could. There was one day that’s still in my mind, clear as yesterday. There was nothing really different about that day compared to the other days I spent with her. We had a picnic, nothing special. While I was sitting by a tree, she took out a camera from inside the picnic basket. It was one of those camera which could print out the picture. I remember her smile as she looked at the picture. It was as though nothing else was more important to her than that picture.

“I love this picture so much. We’ve never taken a picture together before, so this is a first! Here, look!” Alexis said as she handed me the picture.

I took from her. I looked at the picture and found myself smiling at the picture of us, by the tree.

“Wait, here. Let me do something.” Alexis said as she took the picture from me. Suddenly, she began tearing the picture in two. She handed me half of the picture which had only her image in it.

“What did you just do?” I asked her.

“Tear it in half, obviously. These pictures represents our hearts. When we’re close, we have the pictures close. That would make our hearts close.” She said with a grin.