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It was early in the in the morning when a young man decided to take a stroll into the pine forest. His previous day's events and lack of sleep had taken their toll on him and he was just happy to finally be able to be alone. The young man had always been slightly different from the others and they made sure it was known. Though, they never messed with him because of what he was capable of. It was generally just insults of this and that but the past few days had been different. One of his classmates had the audacity to try and knock him over; it failed horribly and the one who tried was left with a glare that would never be forgotten.
The young man strode into a clearing with a single large rock dominating the center of it. He strode over to the rock, sat down and shirked off his bag. Letting it tumble towards the edge of the boulder before grabbing it. Moving it next to him, opened it and pulled out a journal. It was sliver with golden streaks running from top to bottom with his name engraved in the bottom left corner. Next, he whipped out a pen and flipped open to a blank page. The unnamed man stared at the blue lined white page for a few moments before etching down the date and began to write.
While he was writing, he glanced passed the journal towards his surroundings. The sun had only risen partially due to it still being early in the morning and he could see the dew or water droplets on each blade of grass glistening with the early morning sun light. It looked like a rainbow running across the ground, sparkling with an earthen magnificence that would never grow old.
When he finished writing in his private journal, he placed the pen in its designated pocket and slipped the journal into the bag placed next to him. Not wanting to do anything, he slouched over onto his back upon the rock staring up at the light blue sky above him.
The young man had turned eight teen years old in the week past and school had just ended the previous day. The sun's rays shown upon his lean but fit body. He was six feet tall on the spot and sported a silver shirt and black pair of jeans. His eyes are an icy blue and could intimidate even the toughest people at his school. His hair, oddly enough, wasn't your typical blond or brunet, but silver; it was short with skinny side burns to conclude his appearance.
When the due started to evaporate form off of the grass, he sat up, closed the bag, and slid down the rock. Once he had his feet firmly planted on the ground, he stretched and glanced back at the rock from whence he rested upon. He grabbed his bag and slung the strap over his shoulder. Peering up at the sun that warmed him from its morning rays, he judged that a few hours had gone by from when he first laid down on the grey mass. Looking at the forest around him, he found the path he had used originally to get to where he was and began to walk towards it, leading out of the small clearing. He sighed before stepping into the pine needle covered path, when he made it back to town, there would Shirley be something someone wanted him to do. Fixing his posture and shaking out his numb leg, he paced onward onto the worn path out of the clearing.
As the silver haired man walked down the path, he didn't pay any attention to his surroundings. So he didn't notice the single pair of green eyes watching him as he walked along. All of the sudden, when he was close enough, the figure that owned the pair of eyes sprang out from behind a large tree and yelled.
"Hey Conor, What's up?"
Conor jumped away from the person in front of him and yelped in surprise. When he had regained his composure, he leered at the girl who was standing in front of him. She had a big grin on her face spreading almost from ear to ear.
The girl that stood in front of Conor had long blond hair that waved freely in the wind. Her bright green eyes, stared into Conor’s with satisfied glee. While she looked at him, Conor gazed at her soft face that contrast with one of angels and looked back into her eyes that where about one head lower than his. She wore an elegant yellow dress that flowed with ease down her slender body with unending ease.
“Arin!” Conor exclaimed almost at the top of his lungs. "How many times have I told you to stop doing that?”
Arin's grin dampened down into a gentle smile while she giggled. Conor glared at her until she responded. She stopped giggling after a moment and looked up at him.
“I'm sorry but your reaction is always so priceless,” she said then started giggling again. Conor sighed and looked away from her. He had known her since they were young but he was never able to understand why she preferred to be with him than everyone else. Most, if not all, of his other childhood friends looked at him with distain or didn't even take a moment to glance in his direction. So what's so different about her, he kept racking the thought around in his head.
“Come on Arin, Your parents are probably wondering where you are.” Arin paused for a moment and continued to look up at him. She secretly had a crush on Conor but was far too afraid to tell him.
"Don't worry," Arin said, glancing up the path for a brief moment "I told my folks that I would be out here, so I'm fine."
"Okay then, but I'm heading back, I've already been out here for a few hours." Conor stated.
They both started down the path heading toward the town. But unbeknownst to the two, the air roughly one-hundred and fifty yards in front of them started to shimmer ever so slightly.
"What?" Conor asked with a flat expression, when he glanced at Arin.
"Oh it's nothing," she said looking away from him only to glance back at him. He kept staring at her until she cracked. With a sigh, Arin began to speak.
"I was just wondering. Why do you come out here by yourself all the time?" Conor paused for a moment to think of a response. He abruptly stopped walking and looked down at her. Arin mentally winced from the stare He was giving her.
"I come out here to get away from everyone so I can get a little time to myself and recuperate." Conor bluntly stated. Arins demeanor instantly changed from afraid to one of surprise. She just stood there staring at him. She didn't think he was the type of man to need time to himself; she though he had himself collected and perfect. Arin was snapped out of her thoughts when Conor began to walk along the path.
She quickly caught back up with him and they walked down the path in silence. After a moment, Arin started fumbling a new question in her mind as they walked. She looked back at him and after a few sort pauses, she asked her question albeit a little more shyly.
"Why do you like to seclude yourself from everyone? I mean, you tend to either shy away from conversation or don't stick around long enough so anyone can talk to you."
As they walked, Conor pondered on what to say. She had brought up a question that he was unable to evade but he didn't want to answer it regardless. He had to say something or she would bug him until he did say something. While he was thinking, Arin was staring at him with silent anticipation towards what he would say.
"Arin," Conor paused taking a short breath. "You wouldn't understand." Arin stopped in her tracks and scoffed. Conor just kept walking on completely ignoring her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, jogged back up to him.
When she finally caught up to Conor, she noticed that he had stopped walking but wasn't quite sure as to why. While looking at him, she noticed that his body went from completely relaxed to ridged, almost as if he was about to flee.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Conor didn't answer; he kept staring down the path.
Wondering what could have possibly done this to him, she turned her head to see what he was seeing. Only then, did she notice that the air in front of them was visibly moving, rippling through the air like when a stone is tossed into a lake. Arin went stiff as a rock when she saw it.
The two of them stood there staring at it for a few moments until Conor grunted. Both of them glanced in each other's direction to make sure neither of them was mistaking what they were seeing.
"Wh-what i-is going o-on?" She stuttered. Conor didn’t miss the fear lacing her tone making him look back at her.
"Whatever is going on, it can't be natural. Lest get out of here before something happens." He said twirling on his heal and grabbing her wrist.
Unfortunately, just as they turned around to start running in the opposite direction, gale force winds started towards the now shimmering pocket of air. A small circular ring formed in the center of the phenomenon and began to grow larger the longer it lasted. It widened to about twelve feet in diameter and stopped roughly one foot off the ground. Its light green and dark blue colored swirls spun brilliantly around in a circle inside of the colorful mass; and had a red hue glowing around it.
Arin, who was grappling onto Conor, began to scream. Conor grabbed hold of a root on the ground because the intensity of the wind knocked him down. He quickly lost the fight and was torn from the root. As they were being pulled towards the swirling mass, Arin continued to scream in terror only for it to be lost in the howling torrent of air. As soon as they passed through the portal, it collapsed in on itself leaving the forest looking like a small tornado had passed through it.
Conor wasn't sure of what he was seeing when he passed through the portal. Streaks of multi colored light flew passed him on all sides. His body began to feel heavy and he soon closed his eyes. Just before he lost consciousness, Arins screams faded away completely and He couldn't feel her gripping him anymore. With some unknown strength, he forced his eyes back open only to see a bright light.
"If this is the doorway to the kingdom of heaven, then I shall no longer fight against it." Conor thought and then lost connection with his mind, falling into nothing.