Fan Fiction ❯ Journey of Hope ❯ Journey part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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)

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'To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world'
(anonymous)

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Before Zak got time to answer then Saria came back into the room, this time she used one of the many large opal doors. There was somebody with her. A man. I can not tell you what he looked like for it was hard to focus on him and the second you thought that you could see him properly then he changed into something else, still a man but younger or older than before. Zak squinted desperately trying to focus on the strange newcomer. His eyes started to water after a few moments, reluctantly, he gave up. Trayant saw this failed attempt to look directly at the man and immediately averted his eyes from the hazy face.

"This is Parron the lord of Gibin. I think you should talk to him." This suggestion became an order when it passed through Saria's lips.

"Thank you dear, now you may go. I wish to talk to them in private." Saria nodded and left the room via the door they had come in through. Parron waited until they could no longer hear her footsteps then he began to speak. "So, I hear that you two were saved by my precious Saria."

"Your precious Saria?"

"Oh I adopted her some of years back. She was quite a cute little child back then, but she has grown good and strong. Just as well really when you live in a place like this."

"But why is this place like this, I don't get it. When I came with my mum when I was six then Gibin was supposed to have taken a turn for the worst but it wasn't like this at all." Zak sighed trying to piece everything together, he had never been a particularly smart child, not dumb by any means but certainly not smart enough to piece things together, to him everything seemed like a jigsaw puzzle.

"That is not a topic that I would wish to discuss with such young boys if you please."

"I have a name you know. It's Trayant and since we can't tell whether I am older or younger than you then I would prefer it if you called me by my name, thank you very much." Zak shot a surprised look at his friend and then an apologetic one inn the direction of their host, surprised at the brunettes disrespectful words

Parron did not seem to mind in the least as a smile cracked across his blurred features in a seconds space and he burst out laughing, even the laugh changed, one a young girls giggle, then a throaty rasp, followed up with a deep, hearty rumbling laugh, like a hunter in his prime.

"Cocky little lad aren't you Trayant! Maybe you will be feeling a little better towards me in the morning," Parron stood elegantly, one ever changing hand resting lightly on the table the other hanging loosely by his side, "Goodnight gentlemen, I will have a servant take you to your rooms, sleep well."

He left the room quickly, Trayant watching his back the whole time, Zak looking down at the table with a blank face, blank until the door's shut that is; then he turned on the brunette.

"What is wrong with you, this guy practically saves our hides and sets us up here for the night and you- you- you just freak!"

"I don't like him Zak, not one bit. There's something strange going on here and I'm not going to let it overcome me, I'll find out what it is." This time it was Trayant's turn to look down at the table's intricate surface, dark eyes emotionless and voice quiet.

"So what? Is this a game to you Trayant, I could have been killed back then," Zak jumped up suddenly, chair knocked back and clattering to the floor, he glared, eyes flashing with barley restrained fury, down at the older boy.

A maid came through the door, pausing at the scene as Zak carried on with his rant, voice raising in volume until he was screaming at Trayant and cracking slightly with all the emotions.

"And where were you Trayant, you weren't anywhere, you said you were my friend but you weren't anywhere. You ran away and left me Trayant. It hurt." His voice dropped to a quiet whisper and he looked away from his friend, but Trayant could still see him shaking.

"I- I'm sorry, Zak! I didn't- I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well you did."

The maid, who until that moment had been standing in the doorway unnoticed decided that this was the time to speak up.

"Excuse me sirs, If you wouldn't mind following me, I'll show you to your rooms." She turned and quickly left the room. Zak stayed eyes locked with his seriously hurt looking friend, wondering vaguely if he should apologise for his harsh wording, but the memory of that pain finally tore him from his place and he swiftly swung round on the balls of his feet and stalked out after the maid, not looking back even as his felt Trayant's worried gaze, burning a hole in his back.

It took the mahogany eyed boy a further few moments, until with a quiet barely audible sigh, he pushed himself up and swiftly left the room.