Archive for August 2005

Four and 1; The Beginning

17 Aug, 2005 |

Charlie could see clearly that this school was the one in his dreams. The cool tall towers that were once grey but were now so covered with moss that they glistened in a dark a green. The rain poured over the spires and fell to the ground with a hard and satisfying splash. The grey stones seemed ancient, but that was merely an illusion. The building could not be more then a few hundred years old, a time when money and man powered could be easily faked. It's actual construction and appearance could not be easily explained, as there were no records of it ever being built. It was just here one day, as far as anyone could guess.

 

Charlie walked forward and touched the cold and slimey rock tower and closed his eyes. He could feel the other four already here, which surprised him. He hadn't really expected them to be here before he had. He knew there would be five, although his parents had never mentioned there would be others; his dreams had told him. He feared that being the last to arrive would put him at a disadvantage, though he did not know how long the others were there. Still he could not go back. He knew his dreams told him to be here, and he knew that he would not discount his dreams. They had not led him astray so far, and he was certain that he belong here. He would help in the war anyway possible, even if he wasn't to be the one his parents talked about.

 

He released his hand from the stone wall and look up at the nearest window. It was much to far to climb; it would have to be the front door. Charlie smiled and walked around the castle. It seemed bigger then he had dreamed, but then he had only seen one side and not the entire structure. They grey walls stretched on into the distance as impending as great iron bars holding in the animals at zoos. Charlie didn't mind though, he had already made it thousands of miles on his own to get here, a few hundred feet of walking would mean little.

 

Charlie had traveled from somewhere in the US to this castle, though if you asked him he couldn't tell you exactly how he got here or exactly where he came from. He remembered his parents, and remember them dying. He remembered the stories they would tell him, and the dreams they brought. While his parents death had come suddenly, Charlie was not all surprised. Even at the young age of five, somehow he knew that they would not be with him forever, especially after the dreams had started. Though he wondered if they knew.

 

After their death he had been moved to his aunt's house. A lonely old woman who had never married, but seemed to adore Charlie. His parents had never mentioned her previously and he was uncertain what to make of her. Her kind nature and soft, old voice soothed him when he would wake up from nightmares. Something his parents had never done. She showed him how wonderful and beautiful the world was and would listen to the stories about his reoccurring nightmares. For all purposes, Charlie had long considered her, his mother.

 

He came to this strange land after running away from his aunts house after a terrible dream of a war. A war that no amount of military power would be able to stop. A war with...something...something not human, but not alien. It was hard to explain and even now when he tried to remember he would only get flashes of bright blue flowing lights and deep eyes that stared at him with an anger he would never be able to shake off.

 

Still, there was the vague shroud of hope. If he was to be in this war, it would be on his terms and at the age of thirteen he had already decided not to turn his back on this world. he loved it far too much. His terror to this day was that those eyes were actually him. The anger and hatred so intense he could feel it through the air had somehow felt... familiar. It was after waking up from this dream, when his aunt did not come to help him, that he knew he needed to leave. It was then that he clearly saw the castle in his mind and knew where he would go.

 

While traveling, Charlie began to realize that he could do things that others could not. He could feel people inside of a building, and command the building to do things. He could force it to open windows and doors, make things move, and somehow get the building to hide him while he walked through halls and rooms. To anyone else there, he was just part of the wall, and certainly not a walking, talking, boy of thirteen with supernatural powers.

 

The rain was beginning to fall harder as Charlie rounded the last corner and spotted the giant great oak doors that bared the entrance, no doubt locked from the inside with beams of oak, chains of iron, and anything else they could use to keep the world out. Charlie walked calmly over to the door, his smile becoming larger as he approached. He put both hands on the door, closed his eyes and leaned against it. He focuses on the sounds and vibrations, making out who was nearest the door and could already hear the whispers of the strange boy walking around outside.

 

He mouthed to the door, "Open..."

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