54 Venti (1/2)

The white clouds above seemed to shimmer as they reflected the sun's rays, it was as if a deity belonged there.

The bright circle in the sky wasn't obstructed by the voluptuous clouds, and the fresh uncut grass was bathed in sunlight. There, a pale boy no older than thirteen had lain, sprawled out in the green meadow.

The boy's hair was under his head while a few loose strands danced in the wind. His eyes were closed as he curled his thin lips.

”Seems like it won't be long now.” A voice echoed in his mind.

The boy's smile vanished, and with it went his gentle aura. ”I can't enjoy anything with you around, can I?”

”She won't like you.”

”It doesn't matter, she only needs to willingly give herself to me, and even if that doesn't happen... I can always force her.” The boys eyes then opened, and he didn't seem at all bothered by the sun's brightness. His grey irises looked almost translucent.

”Such a young looking pyshcopath you are.”

”Pyschopath?” The boy asked, not to the voice but more than likely, himself. ”That would imply I have no empathy, but you've forgotten, my purpose is to save my... my-” He stopped, he couldn't remember.

”What?” The voice asked, although it very clearly knew the answer.

”...I need to protect them from you.” Was all the boy could say.

”Your methods are odd, Venti Anemoi.”