Lost my Way

Watch me Burn

It was amazing how quickly happiness could be ripped from the souls of the innocent.

Yoosung lived in a world where magic and mythical beasts were much more than just fairytales. Human beings lived peacefully along side fae and the fair folk. Every inch of the land was coated with wonders that seemed to come from the imagination of a child. The oceans were filled with merpeople bearing shimmering tails while deeper down lurked the monstrosities that even the bravest would quiver before. In the skies played the airborne creatures, birds of every colour imaginable gliding along with the wind. The fae could be found throughout the world but preferred to dwell within the lush forests. Medeis was truely a land of the impossible.

Magic, of course, was not out of the ordinary among the humans. More than half their population possessed some kind of ability that came from supernatural origins. Yoosung and his best friend, Saeyoung, were no exceptions. From a young age, Yoosung had discovered that he had a connection to nature and it's beautiful plants and animals. During his childhood he found that he could vaguely understand the different calls of various animals and reply back if he wished. Over the years, his skills had developed into being able to have fluent conversations. Yoosung could also manipulate plants to his will. Compared to others, his power was fairly weak and had only been able to score him a job as a gardener for a wealthy couple in the area.

Saeyoung though...oh, he was amazing to say the least. He had shown up one day out of the blue with no word on where he came from or his past. Despite the teasing and practical jokes, Yoosung had taken an immediate liking to the red head. It seemed he felt the same, as the two became fast friends. A few months after the start of their friendship, Yoosung had questioned Saeyoung about the power he possessed. He had taken the blonde headed boy to a clearing far from any human life forms, saying it was necessary if he were to show off his ability. With a snap of his fingers, he had set the entire thing alight. Yoosung's eyes had gone wide with awe, shock and anger at him for having destroyed the beautiful plant life. He had forgiven him soon after, realising that were indeed only plants.

The two of them spent the next few years making memories of happiness and hilarity. Yoosung had introduced the redhead to his forest friends as time passed, hoping he wouldn't be weirded out at the fact that most of the gardener's friends were small forest animals. To his relief, he had taken the introductions seriously and to Yoosung's amusement, even tried to have a conversation with them. Yoosung was convinced that he would get to live happily ever after with Saeyoung and his fur-covered companions.

But of course, happiness could only last so long before despair was due for a visit.

It had all started around six months ago. Saeyoung had begun to experience sudden hot flashes, even on the coldest of days. Over time, his condition had only worsened. It had gotten to the point where he could no longer stand for a few minutes without breaking out into a sweat. In the past week, he been bedridden, barely able to find the strength to walk to the bathroom. Whenever he visited, he'd find Saeyoung covered in sweat, panting for breath in his bed. He had explained to Yoosung that this was all being caused by his fire based power. He'd lost his grip and his magic was slowly eating away at him. Ice or a cold shower did nothing to cool him down. The ice would melt as soon as it touched his skin and the water would burst into a cloud of steam.

Yesterday, when he'd actually begun to see burn marks on golden eyed boy's skin, was when he had been convinced that his friend would never recover. Tears spilled from his violet eyes at the thought of losing the person he cared for more than anyone. If given the chance, Yoosung wouldn't have hesitated to sacrifice his life for Saeyoung's. Unlike him, Saeyoung actually had a place in this world. He had a power that many would kill to have and could be used to benefit countless people. In addition to that, he was the most selfless, caring and friendly person Yoosung had ever met.

Today, Yoosung sat once again beside Saeyoung's bed. Usually, he was able to hold back his sobs as to not worry the dying man any further, but today he couldn't help the tears that slid down his pale cheeks.

"Please don't die, Saeyoung," he begged between his cries. The older male slowly open his clenched golden eyes and shifted his gaze to him.

"Awww, you're worried about me. How sweet of you, Yoosungie," he rasped out, doing his best to lighten the mood.

Yoosung shook his head, wanting desperately to hug his friend and never let him go, his burning skin the only thing stopping him. "This isn't the time to be joking around, Saeyoung. You're going to die. You're going to die and leave me all alone," he choked out. He didn't even get the blessing of passing peacefully, no, he was going to be burnt alive.

Saeyoung forced a shaky smile though the pain that threatened to tear him apart from the inside. If he were alone, he'd be screaming at the agony he was experiencing but he'd put on a fake smile for Yoosung's sake. "Even if I'm gone, I'll still be with you. I'll be your guardian angel. You remember what my blood name is right?"

Everyone had a blood name, even those with about supernatural abilities. It acted as somewhat of a formal title to refer to yourself as. By the age of eighteen, you were required to have your blood name tattooed onto the back of your neck. Yoosung had chosen 'Whisperer of Roses' because it incorporated his ability to communicate with animals along with his connection to nature into one name.

The black ink of Saeyoung's tattoo peeked out from where his head lay on the pillow. 'Angel of Flame' he knew it read.  In a way, he really was an angel. Appearing during Yoosung's darkest time, he had shown him a new light and proved that the world could be a happy place.

He didn't know the reasoning behind his choice of name and had never pushed for him to tell him. If he wanted to he would. "I'll do anything to keep you alive. Please...is there anyway?" he asked with hope in his purple eyes.

Saeyoung's gold eyes seemed to glow like a flickering fire. He was silent for a few moments, his shallow breaths the only sound. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it momentarily, then said, "There is a way but...it would never work. Just forget about it and let me die."

Yoosung's face formed a frown. There was no way in hell that Yoosung would give up if there was still a chance. "I won't give up on you! Whatever it is, I'll do it. You will not die on my watch," he said confidently.

With a sigh, Saeyoung's eyes fluttered close. "Fine, whatever. There's someone who can cool down my flames. But..." he began, "I haven't seen them for years. We're on bad terms to say the least. He'd be happy to see me die so there's no point in going to find him."

Yoosung's lips pressed into a thin line. He would find the man he spoke of and persuade him to heal his friend, no matter the cost. Yoosung had a way with people that allowed him to make them see the more positive side of things. "I don't care if it's pointless. If there's a chance that it could save your life then I'll do it. Yoosung Kim would never back down from a challenge," he stated, folding his arms across his chest. "Just tell me where to find them and I'll get right to it."

"I've been tracking their movements my whole life. If I remember correctly, they're hiding out by the lake east of here. You know the one? Once you find them though, I want you to keep up your guard. From the information I've been able to collect, they aren't the most friendly person," Saeyoung said with a nervous laugh.

With a nod, Yoosung stood up and looked down at his friend with determination glinting in his amethyst eyes. "I'll be back soon, Saeyoung. I promise," Yoosung said without a hint of doubt. With a small smile he turned from the room and returned home.

He began to pack a leather satchel full of things he predicted he might need. The lake was only a half a days walk from his home so he decided to travel lightly. Throwing his dark blue cloak around his shoulders, he stepped outside. It was about noon now so he'd be able to get there before midnight if he hurried.

Quickly adjusting the flower crown he always wore atop his blonde locks, Yoosung set off on his journey.

'I'll save you, Saeyoung. I swear it on my own life.'