Kissed by Chaos

Kissed by Chaos (6) - Request

A/N: Yiruma's music is absolutely beautiful, and I picked it for this chapter because I think it goes really well with the peaceful atmosphere of Raafi's field/river. So, if you can, listen to it while you read that section. Also, the photo on the right is not my own but found on DeviantArt. Copyright Julia Starr.

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Kissed by Chaos

Chapter 6 -  Request

A field was spread out before him like a gift, shining with splendour and beauty. It was abundant with colourful flowers bending in the wind, as if in submission to a greater power. The knee-length, lush grash was blackened by the darkness of the night. Raafi reached out to touch him to find that the texture was as smooth as silk against his fingers. However, the edges were as sharp as blades, and he sucked at the blood that welled in the tiny cut on his index finger.

He gazed searchingly into the distance and found that beyond the field, somewhere far away he could see the unmistakable glint of the moon against water. From here, the river looked black, matching the colour of the night sky spread out protectively above him like a canopy. Dotted with more stars than he had ever seen in his life, he realized that this was one of the most beautiful places he had ever been.

Raafi was momentarily distracted, however, when he glimpsed a silhouette by the shimmering distant river. He wondered how on earth the person had found this place before him - he had assumed from the deserted, untainted appearance of the field that he was the first person to have found it. Now he realized that there had been others before him who had been captured by its tranquil beauty.

"Who are you?" he called out to the figure by the river. When the person did not respond even in the slightest to his call, he tried again, only to realize that either they could not hear or did not wish to listen to him. Frustrated, Raafi decided to make his way over there and see how the person could not answer to him.

He had not counted on how hard it would be to wade through the grass. It seemed to push against him with a great opposing force as he tried again and again to penetrate the seemingly solid wall of grass that blocked him. Curiosity his driving force, he tried harder and harder to get through, only in vain.

"Let me through!" he cried with irritation. Surprisingly, the grass parted before him to give way to a straight, dirt path. Raafi stared at the path in confusion and hesitated. Finally deciding that he did not want the path to somehow close up before he got to the other side, he took a tentative step and began walking down the dirt road.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of him, no obstacles on the dirt road, Raafi paid no heed to where he was going and let the road itself guide him to the river and to the illusive figure that stood by it. Instead, he dedicated his attention to the blades of grass brushing against each other in the wind. The rustling sound gave him the impression that the grass was whispering secrets to each other. He quickly dismissed the thought however, and laughed at his foolishness. He had long forgotten the sound of his laughter and for a moment was in awe of the deep rumbling sound that grew forth from him and then echoed in the silence around him.

The path seemed to be going on forever. Looking ahead of him though, he realized that the distance between him and the river was indeed getting less and less, however slowly that was. The curiosity in him was now a raging, untamed fire that could not be doused until he reached the river and found out who the figure was. This whole situation seemed surreal to him - how had he gotten here again?

He had been walking and walking for an eternity and so was surprised when he no longer saw acres and acres of grass on either side of him, but yellow, wet sand. The river caressed the shore, lapping onto the sand then pulling back almost teasingly. For a moment, he was dumbstruck by the incredible magnificence spread out before him. The black water rippled ever so gently and he felt himself being lulled into a sense of security. Nothing could go wrong here - this was the place where he belonged, where no blood would ever stain the sand on which he stood. He felt a smile spread across his face, and did not bother to hold it back.