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Chapter Five~ Walking in the Land of Gods |
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I blush slightly as I accept his hand, my hand seems so small next to him, but then again he is quite tall. I'd have to lean up to kiss him.
Oh! Did I just think that!?
I feel the pink blush turn three shades darker. I retract my hand to bring my hands up, trying to cover the sanguine flurry speading across my face.
"Have you sustained another injuty?" He asked, taking away my hands from my face.
"Oh! No, no! I haven't!" I state quickly, waving him away as I turn my head to hide my embarassment.
Calm yourself, Rhyns, this guy isn't a god, he just looks like one. I inhale deeply and turn back to him, to see him already across the street.
"Hey! Wait for me!" I half whin, half shout at him.
He pauses briefly but ultimately continues on before I got an opportunity to cross.
I hurried across anyways, much to the disdain of the driver traveling by. I easily skirted around the car and yelled back curses as I sprinted down the sidewalk.
I stopped to catch my breath and looked around for my guest. As I panted and heaved myself upright I noticed him circling the base of the statue.
He plced a hand tenderly on the placard, his gaze staring up at the scepter being extended towards the sky.
The beautiful gem glinted, the light seeming to shine directly on him. I knew there once was a story behind the statue, the artist was believed to be scizophrenic.
Suddenly I noticed the black figure start to accend the statue. He carefully picked his way up the folds in the robes until he got to the extended arm. He stood stadily on the statue's shoulder. He scanned the statue again and shifted to match its pose.
"Get down from there!" I whisper harshly at him, glancing back at the street to see some gwackers already spoting him.
He appeared to be ignoring me. I groaned inwardly and moved within the fenced off area.
"From the shadows of the moon you have falled, from the blackest of nights you were born, by the purity of heart you have come." He quoted, throwing his hand skyward.
The sky flashed brightly and he brought down his hand, a small stone had begun to emmite a brillent light, looking similar to orb held by the statue.
Shouts and shrieks carried from the roads, foolowed closely by the thunder of marching feet. I turned to see the crowd fester around us, their eyes looked on the weird man.
He brought the stone to his lips and then threw into the sky. The stoen errupted, showing colourful sparks and streaking trails of energy ushing skyward.
He dropped his arm, it snapping around as if it was dead. He didn't even to seem to notice his eyes locked on the firey explosion.
I gasped as he jumpped to the ground, scooping me up and vanishing into the shadows and away from the captivated crowd.
He quickly set me down as he looked back to see the dimming glow fade back behind the building now cutting off it's view. He turned to me, seeming to gaze right through me.
I felt my knees give out as I stared at him. He was not human!
"You call it pyrotechnical engerineering, do you not?" He asked, observing me.
"That was not fireworks." I stated, my lungs seeming to fill with lead.
Calm down, he has yet to show himself to be hostile. Even so he scares me now.
He extends his hand, his hand reaching down towards. I squeak and shrink away. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for him to make his move.
But after a minute I eased open my eyes to find the place deserted. No sound to tell of his arrival, so why would it tell of his departure.
I stand, suddenly feeling so stupid.
"How xenophobic of me." I laugh bitterly as I look up at my apartment complex.
"It would seem I'm the only one lost."
 Ray the Good Soldier · Wed Aug 29, 2007 @ 01:17am · 0 Comments |
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