Walking With Giants (Completed)

Chapter 7

Cobalt was still not sure who to trust.

He knew he could trust Herin. To some extent. He could not trust Eon - not yet. His back still ached and looked as if he was stabbed in the back, yet still alive. He would have killed Eon right now if Herin hadn't trusted him. Right... now. Now Now. Maybe now.

Maybe it was the fact that Eon would've killed Cobalt if it wasn't for Herin that irritated him. Maybe it was that he was weak.

Weak? Really?

He hated the suggestion - or even the thought - that he was weak. Weakness was a major flaw, a fatal one, that lead to failure.

And I am not a failure.

Cobalt was self-centered - very self-centered - so much that his pride became a weakness. It got him into serious trouble a lot. Sometimes he would wake up and almost praise himself for being so... awesome. Everybody used to hate him for it. He would walk down the streets with a sort of swagger eminence coming off of him. He would not state this; he would not preach his narcisust thoughts to the world. But everyone knew he thought he was greater and higher than everyone else. He tried not to notice this.

So that made Cobalt weak. Plain and simple.

Herin cut through the stillness of the crackling flames and the dust mural across the sky. "We should all go to sleep now. We have a long day ahead of us."

Coablt spoke. "What kind of long." He did not ask; instead he decided to demand.

Eon opened one eye and then closed it.

"The 'journey' type of long," Herin answered. "Sleep, eat, and drink. We'll need all the energy we can get."

Cobalt folded his arms and leaned back onto the warm evening sand, gazing at the glittering galaxies above him. It was not in admiration, but more of a challenging glance, as if to say I am better than all you balls of gases laying lazily in the sky like trapped fireflies. I am stronger than the wind on a hot Summer day, whipping through the desert. I could bring you down with my tounge if I wanted to. I could eat you in one big bite.

Cobalt chomped his jaw directly in the air, perplexing Herin, and settled into a deep sleep.

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Nightmares plagued him.

He awoke to hear screaming.

A bloody body dragged across the sand.

A knife buried in the folds of his stomach.

An infinite terrror in the atmosphere.

It was all on him. He was dead.

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"Cobalt! Wake up now or I'll slug you so hard you'll lose daylight in your eyes."

"Stop it, Eon. Even if you are mad at him, you can't beat him for it."

"I can if I want to!"

Cobalt opened his tear-crusted eyes to see two figures standing over him - Eon, face red with anger, and Herin, plagued with worry on his expression.

"Where is it?" It was Eon, pissed off so much it looked like he was a bull in a bad mood.

"Hold on," Cobalt said, still waking up from a dream about a pretty girl in a fountain. "Where is what?"

"My staff, asshole. Where is it?"

Cobalt held his hands up. "Hold it, Dissociative man. If you're talking about the pretty little stick you bashed me with on the back, I didn't do anything to it. Even though I should have since my back still feels like a piece of sandstone."