Dessert not Desert

The beginning

A new child was born. What is special with this child is it rained on his birth. For centuries there is hope. He must be protected for if not our hope is gone. Error a child of strength had been assigned to protect our hope.

Error was a perfect choice for his family have a special ability. Although he was a child of many complaints he had a pure heart. For years he was trained. While the child, Cross was learning of his heritage and capabilities. When they first met Error didn't take a liking to Cross.

Cross was far to happy, and energetic as a child. As Error was serious, and cold. Cross would follow him around completely mesmerized by him. Error would intentionally go into dangerous areas to get rid of Cross, and with a little luck kill him.

Error always wanted to live a happy childhood of catching scorpions or snakes, stealing sweets from shops, and all the other things other boys would do. He absolutely Hated his ability. his destiny. And he hated Cross most of all...

Error had one day gone far into the wastelands. In search of an answer of a question he always asked himself. How will I get rid of my ability?
He had made sure to get every necessity that was important to his journey. There was a tale of a wich who lived where the sun never shines and the stars and moon avoid. A place that was so over run with darkness that if you stay there for to long you will never see color again.

Error had traviled for many days and nights but alas he had found it. The trees where twisted and dead. The ground was ghastly gray. The abondaned houses groaned with every sway of wind. The water was solid black and oozed like oil into the cracks in the dirt. An occasional caw of a crow will be heard, but the main inhabitants was vultures.

Their beady eyes peirced Error to his core like spears. But Error was far to proud to backdown now. He slowly walked into the area scanning every little thing that moved. Nearing the center of the town he had found a large tree. It had a door way and a small window.

Error knocked on the door harshly wanting to leave as soon as possible. The door creeked open. His eyelights fell upon an old woman. Her eyes where gentle and her smile was warm. " Come child, you must be tired and hungry for your journey was long. " she croked.

Error felt hesitant but was taught not to be rude. Plus he didn't know what the wich would do if he was to anger her. He stepped inside and looked around. It wad like any other cottage. It had lamps, a few chairs, fire place, oven, small table, a few cabinets, and a small bed.

Her hair was snow white, she was short, her eyes where mismatch colored, and her clothes were patched with different types of cloth. Her appearnce was of that of an innocent grandmother. Error took a seat on the chair. The witch walked over and sat beside him. Error took his chance to ask her the question that he desperately wanted answered.

" Can you take my ability. " his voice was shaky. She looked into his eyelights. "Child is this what you truly want?" She asked. "Yes." Error had total confedence. This was what he always wanted.

She rested her hand on his head. "Child close your eyes. If you still have the confedence after you see what I will show I will take your ability." Error closed his eyes. The witch muttered under her breath as a slight glow emitted from her hand. Suddenly Error opened his eyes.

His eyelights where gone. Beads of sweat dripped from his head. His breathing quickened. His heart rate sped up. Suddenly he screamed.

The witch released her hand. He looked around in panic. Slowly he calmed down. He looked the witch. She was smiling. "I will keep my ability." said Error. Error got up and walked out of the tree house.

He walked. He didnt say a word. His mind was clouded with questions. He didn't know what that witch had done to him. He changed.

He started to hear voices. Cries. Screams. Yelling. He spun around looking for the scource. He gripped his skull. They where getting louder. He started to run. Some voices would stand out more than others. Those voices where of those of his parents, friends, and even Cross. " Stop..stop...stop...STOP!!!" he screamed.

The closer he got to the edge of the darkness the louder the voices got. Tears started to stream down his eyes. His vision got darker. His heart rate quickened with his breathing. He gripped his bag. His legs began to hurt. The pain throbbed. He reached out for the light. Suddenly he fell to the ground. The voices where so loud now.

"Stop.....please.....just....stop..." His cries were in vain. He couldn't take it. He hated it. No. He will not die in this way. He was determined. He got up and started to crawl. Blood speckled the ground from his hands. His body shaked. Everything hurt like fire.

His tears fell to the ground. Everything was blurry. His finger tips touched the very edge. The voices suddenly stopped. He began to cry tears of joy. He quickly crawled as fast as he could over the edge. Once he was over he sat there. He took a deep breath.

I looked around to see the color of the world but something wasn't right. He saw a mix of color and shades of grey and black. Figures was seen where there was no one. He closed his right eye. Sand, rocks and a dead tree. He closed his left and opened his right. Black figures, gray sand, dark gray rocks, very dark gray tree.

He paused. Was this a trick? Was he dreaming? This couldn't be. He closed his eyes. Maybe this is just some trick and it will be gone after I wake up. Error tried to sleep but couldn't. He sighed and got up. As agonising as it is he must get back. Maybe the elders will have a cure to this.

He started to walk back to the village. After some time he makes it back. Everyone gathers around him and cheers for his return. There was a feast as celebration for he showed how strong he can be. But Error didnt take part of the celebration. He went home and went to bed instead.

He closed his eyes. Soon he slipped into unconsciousness. Everything was black. A figure stood far away. Error walked towards it. The closer he got the more it looked similiar.

It was black and white. It was Cross but older. Error then noticed he too was older. He looked around. No one. He looked back at Cross. Cross was muttering something. Error tried to listen but couldn't. Suddenly a flash of light and a wave of voices. Error then suddenly woke up in a cold sweat screaming.

"CROSS NO!!!"

End