The Faery lands was true to it's name, a place of mystery and suspicion hanging around each and every corner. It was a gorgeous star-filled night, the tinny orbs of light plastered all above the dark blue sky above. The land was densely populated with strange trees with ashen black bark and purple leaves with dew that glinted in the light of the full moon above. Tiny fireflies hung about in the air. There was the sound of running water somewhere off in the distance nearby, with aquatic animals like fish and frogs to be heard there as well. The grass matched the rest of the greenergy, a purple in color that was as soft as a pillow to the touch. The grass parted around each footstep perfectly, unnaturally so sometimes, but with the strong sense of magic radiating from the ground itself, it was not surprising.
A red-haired boy trecked through the landscape, a simple backpack slung over his shoulders as he pushed and crawled through the dense thicket of the magical jungles. How many days had he been traveling? Two? Four? A week? The time seemed to pass so quickly when there was no exact goal in mind. He simply kept on moving forward at a steady pace, camping and hunting the kill and grub of the land, just as he had done when he was young. Little did he know, this would be the day his life would change forever... Xiba Della Robbia as he would later be known ducked underneath a few more leaves and came out into a clearing with a beautiful pond, shallow from what it looked, but it was secluded and caught the gaze of the moon perfectly. The light appeared as a thin, almost nonexistant column of light from the pond, straight up into the sky. A few reeds were scattered here and there but... Xiba felt drawn to it for some odd reason. Like there was some tug, something pulling him close. Step by step he approached, stopping at the bank of this pond to look down into the water. It was his reflection, just as he had remembered seeing it a few days earlier. Xiba felt a sudden compulsion and acted upon it without even thinking twice; he dipped a hand into the water. It was cold, and not as shallow as he thought, but it was refreshing none the less.
Xiba...
That voice? Where did it come from?! Xiba jerked up, but he was frozen in place. His muscles were stiff and unmoving. He could not move at all.
Xiba...
He could not even blink. His heart raced as his world slowly began to tilt forward, face first into this pond. SPLASH! Xiba fell into it, his entire body submerged beneath the waters. This was no pond, it could not be, for when underneath it seemed like he was miles underneath an ocean...
To anyone wandering by, it would appear as Xiba simple stopped, staring blankly at the pond unblinking and unmoving.
A red-haired boy trecked through the landscape, a simple backpack slung over his shoulders as he pushed and crawled through the dense thicket of the magical jungles. How many days had he been traveling? Two? Four? A week? The time seemed to pass so quickly when there was no exact goal in mind. He simply kept on moving forward at a steady pace, camping and hunting the kill and grub of the land, just as he had done when he was young. Little did he know, this would be the day his life would change forever... Xiba Della Robbia as he would later be known ducked underneath a few more leaves and came out into a clearing with a beautiful pond, shallow from what it looked, but it was secluded and caught the gaze of the moon perfectly. The light appeared as a thin, almost nonexistant column of light from the pond, straight up into the sky. A few reeds were scattered here and there but... Xiba felt drawn to it for some odd reason. Like there was some tug, something pulling him close. Step by step he approached, stopping at the bank of this pond to look down into the water. It was his reflection, just as he had remembered seeing it a few days earlier. Xiba felt a sudden compulsion and acted upon it without even thinking twice; he dipped a hand into the water. It was cold, and not as shallow as he thought, but it was refreshing none the less.
Xiba...
That voice? Where did it come from?! Xiba jerked up, but he was frozen in place. His muscles were stiff and unmoving. He could not move at all.
Xiba...
He could not even blink. His heart raced as his world slowly began to tilt forward, face first into this pond. SPLASH! Xiba fell into it, his entire body submerged beneath the waters. This was no pond, it could not be, for when underneath it seemed like he was miles underneath an ocean...
To anyone wandering by, it would appear as Xiba simple stopped, staring blankly at the pond unblinking and unmoving.