Some Time In The Near Distant Future

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Tantibus

            Frey landed softly on the ground, there was bunch of snow falling from the sky and the castle was beautiful. It was a black castle with rainbow stain glass windows, with towers peeking through the sky within the mountains. Snow fell from the top but melted when it hit the ground, you were amazed by this place but the look on Lysander’s face was even more astonishing.

            He stood there his eyes actually soft and looking out through the fog up at the castle, standing there the wind swaying him, his hair lost in the wind. What made him this way? What was this place that made Lysander so… different? That was the moment the 18 year old boy walked out of the great doors of the castle.

            He stood there with such a defiance of power oozing from his face and his body language; he looked like a noble crossed with an angelic god model. His hair was a greenish blue hair that was tinted a lime green color in the sun. His blue ocean eyes that were a deep color looked at you without a sound, he was wearing a tank top that was white and blue striped and on the center of it was an iridescent biohazard symbol. He had some bluish black leather pants that wear jean like in a way with rips in them at the knees and upper thighs, cut in the way as if he was in a battle with a blade master. He had a silver belt on with a bluish green gray chain like belt thing hanging out of his front pocket that attached to his back pocket. He had a metal band attached to his right wrist with a matching red lined metal band around his neck like a dog color but it had a red string attached to the band around his neck that connected down to his belt. He had psychedelic tattoo marks on his right shoulder that rolled down his back and onto his chest with a matching colors and marks on his wrist under the metal band on his wrist.

            He was breath taking gorgeous and the way he walked up to you made you gasp silently, he glanced down at you and smiled a bit hearing you gasp. He was rather amused by you, you glanced down at your feet embarrassed and then you noticed he was only wearing white socks and you then looked back up at him confused.

            “I don’t need shoes.” He explained, obviously he got that a lot. You looked at him confused wondering what would make him not need shoes, didn’t he ever go outside? Yes he was pale but his pupils weren’t small and he had so much color in his eyes. He couldn’t possible could not have any possible sunlight with eyes like those.

            “Virus, this is Stéphen Xavier. Stéphen, this is Virus Snow.” Lysander said introducing the two and you quickly bowed to the angelic man before you. He chuckled and touched your shoulder; you slowly rose up looking at him even more embarrassed.

            “There’s no reason to bow to me.” He said with a smile. You look at him blushing rather idiotically.

            “Thank you.” You say, he chuckles again, Lysander then gave Stéphen a look and then he stopped laughing. Frey looked at you and then the others and he yawned a bit.

            “Frey, you were cursed again? I apologize for that.” The boy says touching the dragon’s shoulder. He then turned to you and then smiled. “I welcome you to my castle.” He said nodding, as a way of telling you to go on. He glanced at Lysander, “It’s great to see you again.” He said softly.

            You timidly took the lead the three boys following you into the castle. The main entrance as amazing, a red crimson carpet under your feet leading you straight to a stairs and on the right was a huge mess room. On your left was a ball room; past the stairs on the right was a large kitchen with a dining room attached to it. On the left was a living room with a major television set up. Everything was vintage and amazing in a rich boy taste. Well you were in a barking castle for crying out loud. “You can each have your own rooms upstairs, Frey… you might have to stay down stairs… I don’t know if you can fit upstairs.” Stéphen says chuckling softly. “You can sleep either in the ballroom or the living room, I don’t mind.” He said.