Counting Stars- A Team Crafted Fanfic

Chapter 9

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling blankly. It's completely dark, and everything is quiet. The window in the corner of the room is open slightly, and the light whispering of the wind finds its way into my room. I glance over at the alarm clock that sits on my bedside table and groan. It read 4:27 AM, and I haven't slept for even a second tonight, and it's killing me. My glasses are off, and the light emitted from my eyes is dim due to my lack of energy. I fling back my sheets and turn over feeling uncomfortable from the humid weather. I stare at the wall, my mind pretty much completely blank. Insomnia, I really f*cking hate you.

I throw off my sheets and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet hitting the ground without a sound. I slowly creep over to the window and look outside at the empty streets. The only light comes from the faint glow of the street lamps and the moon. I push up the window until there's a block of space in between the top and bottom. Then, for what seems like the hundredth time, I bend down and crawl through. There's several little fissures between the painted brick, worn out by years of me coming up here. I put my hand in the first, and then push quickly with my hand, jumping a short way up the side of the building. I scale the wall and grab the edge of the roof, swinging my leg over the side and rolling onto the flat surface.

I lie on my back, panting slightly and grinning. It's always exhilarating climbing things, especially when it's against the rules. I look up at the sky, it's varying shades of blueish-black and purple. And the glinting light of stars speckle the sky, some in clusters and other spaced far apart from each other. I begin to count each of them, starting with the brighter ones. It's an old habit of mine, it seems to sooth my nerves. I come up here whenever I can't fall asleep, either because something important is happening or just too many accumulated thoughts. It's something I just do automatically at this point.

I look down at my arm where there had been an incision only hours ago. I rub the skin uncomfortably and lay back down, staring up at the stars again. I wonder what they put in there anyways. It could be anything; tracking device, mind-control device, something to kill us slowly. I shudder at the thought. But no. They have no reason to kill us. Well, then again, after this, you never know what might happen.

Suddenly the street lights go out one by one, until the City is pitched into darkness, illuminated only by the dim lighting of the moon. I sigh as I let the darkness consume my vision, wrap itself around me. Sometimes it's nice to have time to relax. Then, after a while, I begin to murmur under my breath;

Jeh acleh farhan seunca

Kasente qento palisiva

Caleza xemphi baroga

Einse varache genaph

Light flashes in front of my vision, and I know my eyes are glowing brighter than before. It's an old incantation of night-vision that an old sorcerer taught me before he passed away. He was a cow hybrid, but it wasn't that apparent. He had kind eyes, small horns that stuck out of his white hair, patchy-colored skin, and a white beard, along with his robe, which was brown, the traditional color of cow hybrids. He was my caretaker when I was little, watching me after school, tutoring me, and playing with me. I smile at the old memories. Those were good years, before I left school and started just living here, walking around aimlessly, memorizing the location of every shop of every street of the entire city. Many times I'd find myself sitting in my room with a pencil in hand, doodling on old pieces of paper. I had bought a notebook at one point and filled it with drawings due to boredom. It was like that for four years until now.

Having no one to talk to, nothing to do all those years, was hard. Everyday, all I had to look forward to was an experiment. I must have gone into every single store in the City at least once, and still I was always sick with boredom. I started coming up to this spot to entertain myself, testing my powers, but still, I wasn't content. Those years, my thoughts would all eventually lead to thinking about Aaron, as that was his name. He used to make little butterflies or make-believe landscapes of forests inside the hybrid house. It used to make me so happy, and so excited when he did come around. Then he died, and I was left alone again.

Thinking about my old caretaker suddenly makes me think about Seto. They have the same cloak, same belt, same symbol of a creeper-face across the front. Even their personalities are the same. Kind, caring, myserious, wise, and the feeling they have a huge weight on their shoulders. They're identical other than color. I sit up suddenly as something clicks in my head. It's been so long since this has happened, because they're so rare. But the similarities can't be ignored. Seto must be a sorcerer.

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Important chapter, just been too lazy to write. XD

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