"U-UnReality?" Io stuttered, the words foreign, but somehow flowing, on his tongue. It was bizarre. Something he had never heard, but seemed familiar, yet foreign, all at once. "I belong here... not in... that place."
He motioned behind him to the woods, that lead up the mountain, to the little cabin he shared with his world.
The plaid man chuckled.
"No, Io. You don't seem to understand. You are causing a row in the human world, and for that reason, you will not be allowed here again. Your powers are too great for your own self control, as you can see." He motioned to the night sky.
Io looked up.
There was nothing strange about it, at all. There were stars, and sleet, and the multi colored cosmic clouds peeking through the terrestrial ones.
He didn't understand.
"What do you mean?" Io murmured, eyebrows drawing, as he looked to plaid man again. A chill swept through his chest, and he bit his lip. "Everything is... normal, tonight. I can feel it."
Plaid man's face fell, and he frowned, then shook his head. He ran both hands over his face with a groan, then turned to the girl.
"Mel, please show me the time."
Io's gaze shifted to 'Mel', who was reaching into the pocket on the front of her frilly pastel pink hoodie. She pulled out a little black device, which Io thought looked like that little 'phone' Amory was always carrying around.
She turned it on, making the display glow. Then she turned it toward him.
'3:25 Pm'
Io's mind went blank.
It was.... afternoon...
He looked up at the stars again, then the moon... then these 'messengers' of the 'Host.'
"...I'm doing this?" He almost whimpered, placing a palm on his chest, feeling his heart wanting to jump out of it.
"Yes, Io." Mel said in a sing-song voice that made him feel sick. "You are doing this. The humans think it's the end of the world as they know it. And it could be, if you do not learn to control yourself."
"I- I am not strong enough to end their world!" Io shook his head, reflective eyes wide. "What is all of this?! I have no ability to do any of this! You must have the wrong person!"
"Enough, take him." Plaid man snarled, motioning to Io. The owl hooted, as the man turned and headed back toward what Io noticed for the first time, seemed to be a door made of swirling black tar. "We have no time for this."
The girl yawned, then waved her hand through the air.
The other man, a young one who had smooth skin and sandy blonde hair that was bleached at the tips, smirking and started toward him.
"Let's not make this difficult. I have a party to go to."
Io felt the effects of the girl's strength not a second later. He suddenly felt all his strength leave his bones, and fell to his knees, with a grunt.
His head felt heavy. His eyelids drooped.
No... no, not like this... I wanted to find myself on my own... not... not be taken away before I can understand myself...
Io felt like crying. But he tried to stand again. He tried his hardest... but to no avail.
Yet... a thought crossed his mind, as the blonde well-dressed one grabbed him by his hair and jerked him forward.
Amory has always told him, in times of trouble, feel the moon with your heart.
But what did that mean?
But Io tried. He looked up to the moon through blurred eyes, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest.
Everything went black. He heard a howling. He felt his body hit the ground.
Then, soft cushion. So much soft cushion under him, like he was floating.
He let his consciousness drift away from exhaustion, as the last screams of the two messengers rang faintly in the back of his head.
"Stop him! He mustn't go to Pan!"
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The God and His Moon
Spiritual"Is the journey a difficult one?" Amory whispered, his voice a dull ghost in Io's soft, snowy hair. The breath that brushed over his skin made goosebumps rise on his neck. "That is yet to be seen." Io replied, reluctant with his words. His head lay...
