Chasing the Wisp in the Land of the Lost

Chapter 9

Solomon's P.O.V.

      "Well fuck it, let's go!"

       "Great! Let's start now, after all there's no harm done starting early! Right?" Nathanyel was already walking, looking back with a bright smile at him, and dear God, it was blinding! What did he use for toothpaste? The sun?

        Even with the slight change in his train of thought, the words echoed through his head. After all, no harm will come from it right? Yet the thought still made him feel the churning dread at the bottom of his stomach. He still followed the other though, just with a bit of distance. Just in case another creature attacked, Nathanyel would fight it or be eaten first.

         "Oh wait, before I forget, we'll have company later on during the tour... Okay?" Solomon just hummed in agreement. More people? If Nathanyel knows them, it might be okay... that is if they knew how to fight, after all there was no such thing as to much protection... Unless it was one those stingy old elders, or was it that guy? Just the thought of the brute made Solomon shudder...

          "-lomon, Solomon! You with me? Did you even hear anything I said? Why are you shuddering? It's not even cold out! Are you even-" Nathanyel ranting with his hands in front of Solomon's face, brought him back to reality.

           "I hear you loud and clear Nathanyel..." A quiet response cut through the other's rant and made the other look worriedly at him.

           "Come on... We're already near the first stop." The man said, ushering him further down the long worn down path, both emerging at last to what looked like a scrap yard. Hundreds upon hundreds of random junk, in various conditions, where piled on top of each other, with at times more randomly popping out from the sky.

            "Welcome to the Lost Treasure Trove, home to the things people lost with time and most likely forgotten." Nathanyel announced in front of him.

             "Can I come closer? There could things that I can use..." The previously quiet teen spoke.

              "Sure. Just make sure the items you take, actually want to be taken..."

               "Okay... Whatever that meant..." Solomon muttered the last part though.

             The place still looks and feels like a dump. Moving closer, the other man trailing behind him silently, he sees most of the junk were once well loved, the memories that fill these items hovering in the air as he runs his fingers across them.

              There were so many waiting for another, to be notice, to make more memories, to belong.

               A baseball bat with cracks on it's painted exterior was once the pride of it's owner before the man died in an accident, his bat thrown away. It just wanted to play another game with it's owner but he couldn't grant that.

               A charred faded Doll house given to the youngest daughter of Tsar before said family died in the fire and the little toy house was all but forgotten. It outright refuses to be picked.

               A small ragged stuffed bear where its familiar black haired, yellow eyed child owner dropped while it was raining and was swept into the drain. The little boy, in the memory, crying and screaming, trying to reach but always came up short.

                It just wanted to be loved again, to be found and it is now. He picked it up and hugging it with his arms, promising it that it will taken cared of once more, that he would never lose him again, before moving away from the piles.

                  Emerging from the ever growing piles, he found Nathanyel talking to the one person he didn't want to see again.

                   "Well look who it is! Shortie! Nice to see ya! What ya need a teddy for?" The unnamed man called out, and Solomon could feel that his eye was twitching. God damnit!

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to come out. I wasn't feeling well, also add in the fact I had a small case of writer's block. So here we go! Hope you have a nice day!  =D

Date: June 2, 2020