Fan Fiction ❯ Journey of Hope ❯ Journey part 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: VegetandAru 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2004 | Updated On: 12.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.04.2004 | Updated On: 12.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 147 | Status: Completed
Journey of Hope
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.
This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.
Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)
<o0@0o>
'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)
Written by VegetandAru (lord of the underworld)
Everything is my own, Please be nice as far as criticism goes, however if you do have something about it that you don't like then don't flame, just tell me about it if you would.
This was written quite a few years ago now, but I just stumbled across it on my hard drive and I've began to patch it up, it's still not finished but I'm working on it.
Yours VegetandAru (vegetandaru@yahoo.com)
<o0@0o>
'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)
<o0@0o>
They walked for some time in awkward silence, neither one knew quite what to say to each other. The air felt hot and clammy as they walked on towards the little city of Gibin. Zak rubbed his hands together and pointed towards a collection of grey buildings sitting in the distance.
"That's Gibin we should be there in about two minutes." They ran the rest of the way eager to get in doors. The coarse grass crunched under their boots and the wind made Zak's cloak billow out behind him. As they approached the city then it became obvious to Trayant that he was not going to be made welcome here. The streets were filled with sour faced people moping about the city, not talking or laughing, just ignoring one another. Occasionally then two of the people would bump into each other and one of them would yell an arrogant curse at the other.
The city seemed to lack colour too. The houses were grey, the streets were grey and the personalities of the cities sour faced residence were indeed also grey. A broken sign above the door of an inn banged noisily against the inn wall and chipped off the grey paint.
"Horrible here isn't it."
"Yeah." Trayant looked around, shocked that anywhere could be so dull.
"We can eat here then i'll give you a map and you can carry on to Barrack, that's the capital city of Tovasan and it's really nice. I've been there before so I know. It's much friendlier than it is here." Trayant smiled it was a comforting thought to know that not all places were this bad. Then he blinked in sudden realisation.
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"What!"
"Well I kind of thought that you were going to stay with me. We are friends right." Yes they were Zak had been hoping that Trayant would want him as a friend but he couldn't have been sure before.
"I didn't think that you would want a little kid with you but I will come if you want me to."
"You aren't exactly a little kid are you, I mean you can't be more than a year younger than me and you're about two inches taller. Besides I'd quite like your company, you seem like a nice guy."
"Well that's something no one's ever said to me before. Obnoxious and arrogant yes but not nice, never nice." Trayant laughed, he was suddenly the center of everyone's attention the dull people standing in the street were staring at them. The hollow eyes set back deep in their sockets had swiveled to focus on the two boys.
"What's wrong with them all Zak?"
"I don't know, it looks to me like they're not used to hearing laughter." Their legs trembled underneath them, this was something else. They felt their faces drain of colour and they slowly stepped back as the grim looking people began to close in around them.
There was a rush of sudden unbearable heat that tore through the two boys, almost bringing them to their knees as it seared through both bronzed and creamy skin. Trayant felt like he was going to scream with the pain as frozen flames seemed to burn themselves in to his head. Wrapping around his mind and squeezing so tight it felt like his very emotions were being slaughtered until all that was left was fear, rage and the most torturous pain either young man had ever felt.
A physical pain soon joined the mental one. Seizing control of Trayant's slender body and coiling around it so tight it made him feel as if he was going to burst. It was clutching at his chest. He couldn't breath. Raging fire roared through the air deprived lungs and oxygen starved muscles, stars began to dance before his eyes as the world began to fade and blur uncontrollably. He choked and gagged, trying to pull in air for all he was worth. The invisible bindings around his chest seemed to loosen for the briefest of moments, just long enough for for him to tug air into his lungs and regain the smallest amount of control over his unresponding body
Trayant felt his legs turn him around and without consulting his brain he pushed passed the grey faced people of Gibin. Knocking them out of the way he flung himself around the corner.
He looked around and realised that Zak had not had time to follow before the gap in the ring of people had closed up again. He looked at his hands. They were shaking and his skin felt painful where it had touched waxy grey flesh, as if it had been burnt yet no mark scared the copper tone skin. He pushed the fear out of his head and looked around the corner. He wanted to go back and help Zak, but his feet would not allow him movement. He could not face that pain again. He didn't know what it was or how it had enslaved every inch of his body and captured his emotions but to force himself to feel it again was madness. He understood now that their was more than meets the eye, to the sour faced people of Gibin.
They walked for some time in awkward silence, neither one knew quite what to say to each other. The air felt hot and clammy as they walked on towards the little city of Gibin. Zak rubbed his hands together and pointed towards a collection of grey buildings sitting in the distance.
"That's Gibin we should be there in about two minutes." They ran the rest of the way eager to get in doors. The coarse grass crunched under their boots and the wind made Zak's cloak billow out behind him. As they approached the city then it became obvious to Trayant that he was not going to be made welcome here. The streets were filled with sour faced people moping about the city, not talking or laughing, just ignoring one another. Occasionally then two of the people would bump into each other and one of them would yell an arrogant curse at the other.
The city seemed to lack colour too. The houses were grey, the streets were grey and the personalities of the cities sour faced residence were indeed also grey. A broken sign above the door of an inn banged noisily against the inn wall and chipped off the grey paint.
"Horrible here isn't it."
"Yeah." Trayant looked around, shocked that anywhere could be so dull.
"We can eat here then i'll give you a map and you can carry on to Barrack, that's the capital city of Tovasan and it's really nice. I've been there before so I know. It's much friendlier than it is here." Trayant smiled it was a comforting thought to know that not all places were this bad. Then he blinked in sudden realisation.
"Aren't you coming with me?"
"What!"
"Well I kind of thought that you were going to stay with me. We are friends right." Yes they were Zak had been hoping that Trayant would want him as a friend but he couldn't have been sure before.
"I didn't think that you would want a little kid with you but I will come if you want me to."
"You aren't exactly a little kid are you, I mean you can't be more than a year younger than me and you're about two inches taller. Besides I'd quite like your company, you seem like a nice guy."
"Well that's something no one's ever said to me before. Obnoxious and arrogant yes but not nice, never nice." Trayant laughed, he was suddenly the center of everyone's attention the dull people standing in the street were staring at them. The hollow eyes set back deep in their sockets had swiveled to focus on the two boys.
"What's wrong with them all Zak?"
"I don't know, it looks to me like they're not used to hearing laughter." Their legs trembled underneath them, this was something else. They felt their faces drain of colour and they slowly stepped back as the grim looking people began to close in around them.
There was a rush of sudden unbearable heat that tore through the two boys, almost bringing them to their knees as it seared through both bronzed and creamy skin. Trayant felt like he was going to scream with the pain as frozen flames seemed to burn themselves in to his head. Wrapping around his mind and squeezing so tight it felt like his very emotions were being slaughtered until all that was left was fear, rage and the most torturous pain either young man had ever felt.
A physical pain soon joined the mental one. Seizing control of Trayant's slender body and coiling around it so tight it made him feel as if he was going to burst. It was clutching at his chest. He couldn't breath. Raging fire roared through the air deprived lungs and oxygen starved muscles, stars began to dance before his eyes as the world began to fade and blur uncontrollably. He choked and gagged, trying to pull in air for all he was worth. The invisible bindings around his chest seemed to loosen for the briefest of moments, just long enough for for him to tug air into his lungs and regain the smallest amount of control over his unresponding body
Trayant felt his legs turn him around and without consulting his brain he pushed passed the grey faced people of Gibin. Knocking them out of the way he flung himself around the corner.
He looked around and realised that Zak had not had time to follow before the gap in the ring of people had closed up again. He looked at his hands. They were shaking and his skin felt painful where it had touched waxy grey flesh, as if it had been burnt yet no mark scared the copper tone skin. He pushed the fear out of his head and looked around the corner. He wanted to go back and help Zak, but his feet would not allow him movement. He could not face that pain again. He didn't know what it was or how it had enslaved every inch of his body and captured his emotions but to force himself to feel it again was madness. He understood now that their was more than meets the eye, to the sour faced people of Gibin.