I N F I N I T E S

Who I'm Meant To Be

    Brite continued his walk along the road after helping the wagon along it's way. He wondered to himself what the wagon's destination was. He knew he was going where the wagon intended to go, but what he didn't know was where this path actually ended. He saw many things on the wagon, but he didn't actually know what any of them were used for.
    He put his arms behind his back and his hands with fingers together on the back of his head. The sun shown down brightly today and the heat was intense, but he didn't seem to care much.
    Clouds drifted in the sky and birds would fly beside them as if they were friends. Brite liked the idea of friends. He didn't really know what the word friend was. He didn't know what it meant to be popular, because of this he had an unspoiled view of friendship. He saw the world around him with an eye of optimism. He didn't know greed nor wrath, and hatred didn't seem to be part of his personality.
    He looked down at the ground. What he saw was all kinds of tiny bugs with homes made from dirt. The steps he took were careful so that he wouldn't step on a single one.
    He was contemplating what he actually was, as he didn't know. When a baby is born they at least have parents who serve as some familiar form of kinship. He however didn't have any reference as to what he was. He remembered back to when he was in the forest and met the deer. He ruled out that the two of them looked nothing alike. He then thought about the woman and short man he met earlier. Touching his hands across his face he realized he had no mouth, and that his eye was nothing like hers.
    They were all living creatures, but he didn't know what he belonged to. For the moment he decided that being alive was enough.
    He had been looking at the ground for an awfully long while now, but he then began to hear voices ahead. They were voices like the ones from the people with the wagon. His head darted up and looked straight forward. He saw a door less gateway and inside were people, and lots of them. His face brightened with excitement at the chance to meet more friends.
    He dashed forwards with a happy pip in his step. As he got closer to the gate he noticed some symbols arranged in a fancy font that was burned into the top of the gate. Had he been able to read he would've known it said, "Round Market."
    He passed through the gate and what he saw amazed him. Dozens of wagons loaded with goods of all kinds shiny and edible alike.
    They were all going to try to move forward down a gray brick paved street. Traders grumbled along with hats turned down over their eyes. Children chased each other all around all while giggling happily.
    One of the boy in brown overalls stopped in his tracks and looked to Brite with wide eyes.
    "Look, adventurer!"
    The boy said with joy.
    All of the other children stopped playing to look at what he was excited about. They all cheered and jumped in happiness, and they ran over and surrounded Brite.
    "Woah are you really an adventurer?"
    "Where's your sword?"
    "Aren't you supposed to be wearing more armor?"
    "What kinda monsters have you fought?"
    The children showered him with an onslaught of questions from all sides. He didn't understand a single one of them, but he liked the good feelings that they exuded. Their wide grins were enough for him.
    One of the merchants noticed the children around him and ruffled up his mustache.
    "Hey, you kids better not be scaring off customers! Get!"
    The children scrambled out of the way, and ran off in different directions. The old man then went back about taking inventory of vegetables.
    Brite was eager to explore the rest of this new place he had found. As he strolled more down the road he noticed buildings and shops on both sides of the roads. There was an armor shop, a jeweler, a weapons smith, and many more. There was noise all around him. It was a cacophony to most, but to Brite it was the noise of life. The fires of food stands, the clatter of a black smith's hammer on steel, a spice trader barking out and advertising his special ingredients.
     All of it was the sound of lives being lived. Brite spun around in a circle with his arms in the air. To all the vendors he was just a strange new traveler in a weird mask.
     He stopped turning just in time to set sights on the town center. It was a beautiful open area with a fountain at the center. Spurring out from the town center were many more rows of shops and traders.
    There were barely any people in the center of town. They were all just here to trade, so the center of town was left open.
    Brite looked at the fountain. It had a spire of stone flowers spitting out water into the pool below. At the top of the fountain was a carving of a woman with wings and long flowing hair. Her hands were pointed to the sky and almost looked as if she was trying to hug the clouds. Brite stood there and admired the features of the fountain.
    He stepped closer to the pool at the base of the stone flower spire and placed a hand into the fountain. The water was cool and it reflected the sun along its gentle waves. He traced his fingers over the water. That's when he noticed something. He could just about see himself in the water. His reflection wasn't so clear but he could make out what his face looked like.
     He then looked about the market at all the people there. He thought he would look at least a little more like them. He closed his eye. He focused on the mental image of himself. Then he thought of something. Nobody told him what he was. He wasn't given a name or a family. He could be what he wanted to be.
    He went deep into thought remembering his own body and reshaping it into what he believed it could be. He imagined his face and what he wanted it to be. It would have a big smile, happy and white. He wanted to have golden eyes. He wanted them to shine like the yellow stars he saw in the sky. His eyes would be wide and full of optimism. His hair would be light blonde, and go over his round ears and stop at the base of his neck behind his head. He would have two crossing strands of hair in the front that went over each other on his forehead.
He still wanted to keep something resembling his current eye so he would have a silver V shaped mark going across his face. He had seen barefoot tradesmen, and he wanted feet like theirs. He wanted them to be gentle but also strong with a sort of grace about them.
His body and neck would be thin yet muscular. He wanted to be the same height as he was now. He was perfectly content with being shorter than other people. His hands would be warm and clean with good structure. His skin would be just so ever sun touched. Overall he wanted to look friendly so more people would approach him. No that was not it, he didn't need many friends. He just wanted one or two that would stay by his side.
He took a deep breath in and opened his eyes. He calmly turned his head down but what he saw surprised him. Feet at the ends of some kind of shiny black skin suit with polygonal patterning in patches over his legs. He looked at his hands. They weren't pure white anymore. They looked like human hands.
He then spent the next couple minutes realizing that his body was covered in this black skin suit, except for his hands, feet, and shoulder fins that remained there white as ever. He touched his hands to his face and his heart raced. He ran over to the fountain to look in the water. What he saw was the face that he thought desired.
He looked up to the sky turning to afternoon and he smiled a wide white grin. His eyes sparkled with golden light. Jumping up he made a V with his fingers.
It was with this that he thought something to himself as he got ready to explore more of the market. This is who I'm meant to be.