Walking quietly throughout the dead of the night, and encountering many woods, more lightlike insects, river passes and stones that seemed to be scattered across the deep woods that Mitiario had passed. He had only a small light of fire for himself to use—
Mitiario: "Fuego"
In a moment's notice, a small light flame lit the candle Mitiario had in his hand, as he walked through more of the woods around him in the dark night. All he could think of was from that moment before—
"You would have never even bothered to ask unless it was Grandma Esperanza asking?"
The words of Emilia ran deep, yet true for the boy. He smiled sourly at himself as he continued to pass through with the small light flame illuminating his surroundings.
Mitiario: "Yea Emilia, you're right, I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't for Grandma. And you don't have to agree with me on that, I'm fine if you still hate me for it. I just can't bring myself to talk about him…"
The feelings Mitiario had harboured to him, his own father who even in his own mind Mitiario would not properly address continued. He felt remorse for the feelings that Emilia had gone through during their conversation, and could only wish to uplift the burden by taking on every pain and struggle within her. But he knew better than to not respect her—
He knew right at this moment, Emilia had still hated him. Not wanting to be around him was for the best for the both of them, it's all he could do.
Mitiario: "But, even so. I can't live without you like this, I don't want to grow apart from you and still experience this pain, even if your smile on your own brings me happiness. I wish to share it with you, no matter how greedy it is."
The introspective thoughts towards himself and his own sibling had continued, albeit without any resolution or conclusion, all he could do was walk on. With the small hope of a difference, a sudden change to occur to twist the unfortunate wheel of fate that underwent these 2 estranged siblings.
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Finally arriving towards the spiraling and twisting insides of the house. Mitiario used his small lit fire from his hand and imbued it onto a small torch around that area, saving him some concern for his own good.
Mitiario: "I really should ask Tycheia and Esperanza for more guidance with my vida again."
Walking through the bottom layer of the house, before reaching the winding stairs and turning up and up through the wild and seemingly magical and mismanaged environment. Some items such as a broom repeatedly swiping down the dust of the stairs, or the cloths wiping off and gathering the dirt and broken glassware from tables, often caused by Tycheia occasionally dropping items.
All the way the boy climbed up, until he had eventually reached the top of the house floor, with a trapdoor leading into the attic. The ladder beside Mitiario seemingly moved on its own accord in front of the boy, and led itself up to the entrance of the trapdoor, granting a pathway to climb up. Mitiario opened the door and climbed through the attic, revealing a room filled with clumped books, drawers filled with clothes, often some unpack or on the floor.
A dusty mirror was still getting cleaned by a cloth in that room, often pieces of wooden plates or bowls getting ready to carry themselves down from the ladder, and a thick bed that sat right at the end of the attic hall, and in front of it laid a triangular window. This, albeit clumped, and clattered space, was Mitiario's own room and home.
Making his way towards the bed and throwing himself onto it, embracing the soft pillow that laid in it, Mitiario stared up at the ceiling, and then next to the window. Embracing the cold blue light emerging from the view, stars and clouds passing through them, the boy could only look in amusement at it. Despite the blank and seemingly emotionless face that was caught on his eyes. Until slumping back, and growing teary eyed, and somewhat twitching across his body, before being overcome by drowsiness, and slept in a deep slumber.
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Haziness, fog, mist, cloud, smoke. All could be attributed to a sequence that the young man was now seeing, a sequence with an odourless, and lilac coloured fog and mist surrounding. He had no sense of awareness of who he was, what he was, where he was, when he was, how he was, or why he was there. All that he could see through the fog was a village surrounding, and children out there playing,playing around in the fields and surrounding of the village. He then saw those 2 unique older children around the other younger kids
Both with striking white hair, although the boy was long was flowing behind his neck, and covering even his ears and almost his face, besides his eyes. The girl's hair was short and spiky, seemingly wild and unkept, as if it was poking out like a group of thorns. Their eyes were covered. The girl was out playing in the fields with the other children, and smiling brightly. The boy was far away, on a deck of stairs reading a strange book.
White Hair Girl: "Awww come on Tycheiaa, don't you wanna be around mee?"
The girl was speaking to a girl who seemed to be a few years younger than her, and ran back to be held by a woman, who seemed to have similar features to the girl the white haired one was chasing.
The white haired girl tried poking at her cheeks just for the small supposed Tycheia to turn away. A name that oddly ran familiarity with the young man overlooking the scene.
As the small white hair girl continued to try and play around with the other girl, the man viewing this sequence from the fog switches to the young boy on the stairs of a faraway house in that area with a book.
The boy was by himself, ostracised and reading that thick book, trapped in the wonder and fantasy of the stories he found himself reading. All of this before soon-
??: "Say ★■●▲, I reckon it's high time you get the boy out to be with the others? Him staying all by himself won't end up well for his future and we both know that"
The slightly old lady saying these words had thick and dropping soft spiky hair, although the boy viewing this scene could not make out what colour it was, her eyes and hair oddly fit the scheming of the fogs colour. Her remarks on the quiet white haired boy got the attention of a beautiful woman. One that the boy viewing this scene could not make out, and for some unknown reason, caused great strife within him.
Young Man: "Why? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?"
The thoughts in the young man's mind viewing this sequence was all that occupied him when he saw the unclearable yet radiant and beautiful woman approaching. She went through his own body as if the man was nothing but a pile of fog and clouds, as he desperately tried to reach out towards her, just to see his arms dissipate in front of her.
The woman headed towards the spiky haired white boy, taking his view from the book away.
Beautiful Woman: "Wellll, I suppose that is true. But, I trust him to change that on his own, ya know ★■●▲!"
Old Lady: "I do but… I don't want him to go through…nevermind, sorry."
Beautiful Woman: "I know how much you care for him, which is why I'm saying to please trust me okaaay my cute little ★■●▲!"
Old lady: "Oh quit it with that. I'm not so little in age compared to you!"
The beautiful woman smiles cheerfully and brightfully to the troubled lady, before picking up the white haired spiky boy and spinning him around ever so fast and unpredictably, flustering the boy as he also screams with the woman. Although he was of fear, the woman was of joy for the boy who she had spent time with, and that feeling of sudden excitement, although shyly, had reached the boy's face. As he too screamed in laughter with the women.
All before she dropped him gently back on the floor, and with both hands on the flustered boy's shoulders.
Beautiful Woman: "Listen, Mitiario. No matter what, never forget—
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A large field, filled with large flowers, vast colours, sizes, and different shades. A large group of the village people were seen on this field, grieving and grimacing with deep sorrow and sadness. The dark tone seemingly complimented by the rain which poured onto them all, and the dark clouds. The old lady was beside the white spiky haired boy, placing her own hands onto his shoulders, although the boy was shocked and stunned by the view he was seeing.
Deep out from the wet flower fields, he saw a vast cloudy ocean. Faraway in the midst of that ocean, was a hooded figure, on a boat. That hooded figure set a large stick in their hand to flames, and threw it into the deck of another boat, which seemingly held a human figure. A figure the white haired boy remembered so fondly and so happily. Intense grief wallowed over him, trying to go out and run after it, screaming and screaming, despite the young man viewing this sequence , he could not hear the cries of the crying child desperately trying to run after what he saw,yet—
Even without the noise, he could certainly hear the emotions being conveyed by looking at the sight, a sight he felt familiar to him, of reaching out to something or rather someone long gone from now.
Amidst that sight of despair, he white haired boy notices a familiar, the white haired and spiky thorn haired girl. He ran after her, breaking apart from the lady. Running towards her, as if desperately trying to hold onto something precious, just for the girl to turn to him. Her face was down, her emotions ran cold and anger, the drops of water on her face weren't that of rain, but of tears. A stream of tears flowed down her.
The girl looked at the boy so angrily, sad, confused, unknown, so many rampant emotions flowing into one's face as she says to him, and the words the boy who viewed this sequence could only hear-
White Haired Girl: "Why… WHY MITIARIO?? WHY YOU… sniffle"
Looking down at the boy with scorn, sorrow, anger, sadness, she yells desperately at the young boy she seemed to call "Mitiario" this question. "Why him?" something he could not answer. Yet overlooking this scene as it happens, the young man more emotions begin to swirl up inside him, feelings of agony and despair upon hearing that name Mitiario from that young white spiky haired girl, and the look of despair that grew on her face while speaking to the boy who was almost the same as her.
Young Man: "I— I don't know what I— Emi..."
As the scene gets hazy, the other boy, who was now viewing this scene starts to get hazy, as it becomes more and more unclear, all until he sees the hooded figure arrive between the boy and the girl, and then as it progresses more and more, the sequence of events becomes black. He feels his thoughts leaving him, as if he's being dragged out by someone, he tries with what little senses he has left to hold on to whatever this is, reaching out to anything that could him.
Young Man: "NOT YET! I NEED MORE, I NEED TO FIGURE OUT MORE!! I CAN'T JUST—
His own screams to desperately hold onto this sight grow louder and louder, he cannot fathom his current predicament, only that he does not want to leave it. But as his entire view becomes pitch black, where noise sight and sense are all absent—
He becomes disconnected, from what it is he sought to know more of—
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Mitiario: "HUAAAA"
Mitiario woke up, sitting straight upright from his bed, and nearly fell onto the wooden floor head first, only landing on his hand just before plunging into the ground. Sweat dripped from his face, as he felt cold, a chilling sensation ran throughout his body as he gathered himself. Standing up and looking at the triangular window, noticing the blue sky still present.
Face palming himself, Mitiario continues to wipe off the sweat from himself, feeling distraught and confused as to what happened. Why was he so tired, why had he awoken in such a cold sweat? A feeling of cold ran throughout his own body, as he went over to grab the nearest cloth to wrap himself, he spots something drip onto it.
Was it water from his own ceiling? No. This was familiar, it felt as if it came from Mitiario himself, and upon looking closely on more of the drops onto the cloth, and soon reach his own hand, he realises—
Mitiario: "Tears?"
Looking at his hand, he noticed drops of tears flowing from his eyes and onto his hands. He did not understand why, but it felt natural to him. It felt like witnessing a tragic event, something he didn't want to remember. Locked behind him so as to not stress himself. Mitiario could not handle it, all the swirling emotions boiling up inside of him.
He took the piles of clothes around his bed and gathered them onto himself, then rushed down the attic and soon spiraling stairs.
Where am I gonna go? Where am I gonna go? Were all the thoughts currently on his mind. Anywhere didn't matter, he just needed to be out. He ran across the dark house and floors barefooted, running so fast despite his somewhat frail body. He was breathing heavily, feeling his heart clutch more and more, yet still pursuing a way out.
Anywhere! ANYWHERE! Was all he had at that moment. Just anywhere but that made him feel such anguish.
As he jolted out of the house, the only thing he could mutter to himself was Why you… why you Mitiario… why did you kill her? Saying these same words over and over silently towards himself, were the same exact words the white haired girl from his own dream said. Why was it him? Why did he cause what had happened that day?
However, what was unknowingly following him behind, was a small child-like figure, overlooking his actions with piercing blue eyes.