The Spirit Within

A Blast to the Past (Hey! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!)

When we entered, I rushed over to Jacinda, with my friends in tow. I looked over to my father, and he looked like Ortayu was giving him... some type of news. His face was a mixture of shock and excitement. He started heading my way after hearing whatever Ortayu had told him. 

"Hey guys, I'll be right back. My father looks like he wants to speak with me." I walked over to my father. "Donovan, your biological father is possibly still out there. You have to go to Sica, the village you were born at. There's been reports that someone is roaming around the ruins, and they look very similar to you." I stared at him, mouth gaping open. 

"What?! My biological father is still out there? Wow. Way to be persistent." He chuckled. 

"Honestly, yeah. But, real quick, follow me. The ruins here hold a secret you can uncover. Don't you ever think about how you are the only one around here with blue eyes?" I nod. 

In the whole village, I am the only person with blue eyes. The color of your spirit matches the color of your eye. Luckily, we found a way to make colored contacts using some metal or plastic baby arm or some other way. I don't really know. I just know that my eyes are different, so I use red contacts, like my father's. Spirits can be genetic, so families tend to have the same color, just different hues. 

"Well, you'll learn about it whenever we are safe to leave, because honestly I don't know if it can or will happen in front of more than two people." I nodded. So my biological father is still alive. I'll be needing to go to Sica. Okay... 

"Hey, Father? Going to Sica, can I take along my friends?" He looked startled, probably not expecting me to think about that so soon. 

"Sure, if they're allowed to." 

"Thanks!" I walked over to my friends, and immediately told them the news, and asked if they wanted to go. They said yes immediately, while they're parents were more reluctant. But they said yes too, after being reassured we will stay safe.

After a few hours, a guard poked his head out, and said the coast was clear, so people started filing out of the cave, so they can salvage whatever they can. My father and I went to the back of the cave. 

On it were engravings and drawings. The drawings showed animals and people walking side-by-side, like the animals were pets, but somehow they were faded. The engravings were each of the animals, but larger, and with engravings. One seemed to be an outcast, and it was in the shadows, so I couldn't make it out. 

"This wall has some miraculous stories within the stone. Some are shown, and some have faded into the history of time, long-forgotten by our people. Once every other year, we get someone who comes by to seek out this cave. Most of the village's people can't see the stories that have been lost, but I think you may be a different case." I looked at him curiously. 

"Why's that? Because of my eyes?" He nodded. 

"Okay, now, close your eyes, and try to listen to what stories time has to tell. Open your mind up, and accept the stories. Don't fight time, that's a waste of energy." I did as he said, and felt a current rush below me. 

I was about to open my eyes to look, but my father said, "Don't open your eyes. Let it guide you."

I let the current pull me to a soft ground. Father had been quiet for some time, so I called out to him, but no response. I opened my eyes to look for him, but I wasn't in the cave. I was in a grassy field, the river just behind me. In front of me, a storm was brewing, and it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen. My clothes were almost a parachute, and my hair was rustled after just a few seconds of the heavy wind. In just a few moments, a tornado had formed, and started tearing through the plains.