Colours of Change – Chapter 3

Colour of Change – Chapter 3

Snow stopped swinging her legs.

“He’s in trouble.” Snow muttered to herself as she detected fluctuations around the house. Things were becoming abnormal around the general vicinity. Such occurrences should not happen when she was watching. She felt that she was neglecting her duties, allowing such a weak creature to get near.

The Pandora’s Box is a creature from the darkness, and when neglected, it will expand and spew out its seemingly never ending contents, enveloping an enclosed location that is not exposed to the sun with it, hence the name Pandora’s Box. Similar to the tales that the older generations would tell their children, the Pandora’s Box when opened would cause havoc. However, it is able to walk and open on its own. What follows once the location is enveloped with the black goo is that the Pandora’s Box would crumble into dust, releasing its magic to the black goo, causing to solidify rapidly, and trap everything inside within. It is a lethal threat if there is no means to deal with it.

Knowing that fact, Snow bit her lips, annoyed at herself for being so careless. She should have been able to detect it, at least the presence of a non-human creature, even if she had a great distance in between her and the creature. She was still located at the bridge, bare-footed. Putting on her high heels swiftly, she thought that she had best hurry. She took a deep breath and immediately disappeared into thin air.

Kierix remembered. There was something else that was left for him besides the house and the furnitures that was in the house. He instinctively knew that it could help him out. What was it again? The door suddenly closed on him. He turned around and took a glance. The door was covered in black goo. Since he was unable to exit the room, to look for the thing outside was no longer an option. Could it be under his bed? He instantly bent down over, to check for it. That could be his last hope.

It glowed. As if he was meant to be saved, a miracle happened. The object that was left for him glowed brightly, allowing vision under the bed. Even the goo avoided it and made a path around it, not covering any area within ten centimetres of the object. It was a knife, made of an unknown object that was seemingly transparent. No need to think, he knew that the knife could eradicate the creature that created all these goo.He stretched out, trying his best to avoid any part of his body from touching the goo. He was afraid of what the goo might do, perhaps corrode him as they make contact? His hand fell short of a few more centimetres before he could make contact with the knife. He tried harder to reach it, pushing is body deeper, whilst stretching his fingers. As soon as he stretched his fingers, his hand was like a magnet, pulling the knife towards him.

The knife slowly dragged on the ground, before floating and landing on his palm, allowing him to have a good grip on it. He retracted his arms from beneath his bed, and as the knife was transported, the goo below it burned and nothing was left behind. However, the burning did not spread, making it harder for him to deal with the goo. He raised his head up and was shocked at what he saw. The room was almost covered. He knew the result was nothing good. He had no time to waste, he aimed at the Pandora’s Box and threw the knife at it. As soon as the knife was about to land and probably cut through the box, it bounced off, and fell on the ground. The box remained unharmed but the goo around the knife burned and disappeared.

“How could this be…” he muttered. With that, he concluded that he could not remove the box’s existence. He had no ability to do so. He took a deep breath to contain his annoyance. That was so unfair. He thought he had it right there, but it just did not work. He looked around once more. The box had covered every part of the room except for the area around the knife. He heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the knife prevented the last part of the room from being covered with goo, he should be fine, he thought.

The box shook. It started off gentle, vibrating slowly, before starting to rock left and right, shaking non-stop. Once the show ended, the lid started disintegrating. How could this happen. Perhaps the box knew that it was impossible to continue expanding its coverage? He continued to analyse the situation, whilst rooted to the ground. The container was disintegrating now. He felt uneasy. It was not a feeling that he recognised, but it just felt uncomfortable. He wanted to escape the room desperately. It was as if his body itself was violently rejecting what was about to happen.

“I’m near… Please be fine…” Snow muttered as she continued to move towards their location. She was very close. If she got there on time before Kierix was consumed, she would be able to get him out alive without harm. Such creatures were no match for her. She could definitely see something black blocking light from escaping the room, even from afar. The room seemed like it was about to be covered completely. She could, however, still detect Kierix’s presence, which signalled to her that she still had time. She just had to move fast before anything else happens.

She landed at the balcony, right outside of the window. Right after turning the knob, she opened the window, allowing her access to the goo as well as access to the interior. The goo was slowly hardening, never a good sign. The surrounding temperature dropped abruptly. Her right hand reduced greatly in temperature and turned white at the same time, matching her outfit. She stretched her arm, to let her index finger reach the goo. Instantaneously, the goo had a layer of white in a fifty centimetre radius around the location she touched. It froze. Swapping her hands, she threw her left arm forward, shattering the frozen goo which turned into dust, sparkling in the sunlight. Kierix doesn’t look like he is in a good condition, he was squatting down, and had nearly no energy left in him. The box sucked him dry.

Seeing how he had not expired yet, she had to make sure he would not. She held up her right arm, and swiftly tapped at different points of the wall. A layer of frost grew from the goo that turned white at the points of origin where she tapped and started widening its coverage. It did not stop expanding. It was like a virus, expanding its territory, conquering its host. The frost covered the whole of the hardened goo-covered wall. In less than ten seconds, the room converted from the black to white. She turned to face the non-existent Pandora’s Box. She snapped her fingers and the whole of the frozen goo wall shattered.

What was originally the Pandora’s Box became nothing when it began disintegrating to release the magic within. And as soon as the wall was hardened, energy would begin to be sapped out of anyone that was trapped. If the wall was to be destroyed before it finished sapping energy, the Pandora’s Box would be killed. However, if it finished sapping energy from whatever was trapped, the wall would collapse and return and reform into another Pandora’s Box, along with whatever that remained in the space within the wall. The box would then be all ready to move and prey its next victim.

The Pandora’s Box was now no more. He was safe.

“Are you alright? You better not die on me…” she looked at the person she had to protect.

“M-maybe.” Kierix was only able to force out one word from his tired body. That was unfair. Even if he had the ability to remove the goo, he was unable to break the box. In a short moment after the box disappeared, he was forced to kneel down. The overwhelming pressure that was placed on his body did not allow him to continue standing. He could feel his life getting sucked out of his very own body. It was as if he was eaten without losing any part of his body. Perhaps, if he did not hold onto the knife while that happened, he would have died earlier, lacking the knife’s protection. There was some sort of warmth that the knife provided that made him feel safe. Nonetheless, he was still strengthless from the box’s absorption of his energy.

After he said that, he fell into a deep sleep on the spot. Snow just sat down and watched over him after that. She could not allow him to be in any further danger. After all, she was his guardian.


Colours of Change – Chapter 2

Colours of Change – Chapter 2

It happened once more. He was walking on the streets, passing by many shop houses. His house was just a few buildings away from the shop houses. Being a quiet person, he hardly talked to people and only minded his own business while he lived his daily life. The crowded market stopped moving in an instant. What seemed to be a sea of people that were also passing by the street suddenly stopped moving. Some were prepared to land another foot on the ground, some were just about to lift their legs up, no matter what they were doing, they just stopped. The human swarm just stopped.

He could move his body freely, however, which felt weird. He suddenly felt very lonely. He was the only one out of the hundreds around the area that could move… Except for the person to his left. It was the same white dress that floated past his left. The dress brushed his shoulder and it moved ahead of him.

She did a spin after she was ahead of him, facing him and started walking backwards, following his pace. She gave her usual smile to the male that faced her, he was interesting.

That continued until he reached his house, he continued to move forward, ignoring the lady that was ahead of him. He stopped once he reached his house. Everything was still in a standstill. He realised that when such a standstill occurred, everything became greyer to signify a halt in time, and for some reason, he could understand.

Noticing the house, she understood why he was not affected. He was who she was looking for.

“Hello Kierix.” she continued to smile.

“Who…” Kierix wanted to question her but she made a spin and walked away. When he turned around, the colours around became as vibrant as before. The shadow that belonged to the lady was gone. She was no longer around the area. Leaves resumed to fall down, sound from the market could again be heard and people continued to walk, oblivious of what happened.

That was definitely not an event that could be ignored. Being close up with the person who seemed to be able to stop time, it was as if he was in a fantasy story. What was all that about? It was only a short moment, yet he was able to feel warmth radiating within when she was nearby. What was the resonance between them?

He pinched himself, then winced in pain. No, he was not in a dream. It was very realistic, it was definitely not a dream. He shook his head frantically, trying to rid himself of the fantastical scene that he just experienced. It may very well be just his hallucinations. Such things do not exist in the world, he muttered as he continued to convince himself that it was all fake, but it was painfully real.

He walked into the house, feeling very tired. A sandwich for breakfast to last him the day was not enough. He regretted not eating anything during recess. It was soon dusk. Even chopping vegetables was a hassle for him. The events he experienced during the day was kind of absurd and a little too much for him to handle, and it have somehow taken a toll on his stamina. He was tired, really tired. It was beginning to become hard to even open his eyes. He should finish whatever cooking he have to do and start eating quickly. Sleep must come immediately after.

“He seems alright, he’s still living a normal life of his own. However, he seems to be able to see me.” the lady with the white dress spoke.

She took a sat on the bridge that floated on top of the ocean. Another man followed suit.

“I said hello to him too.”

“I see, glad to hear. Do me another favour would you, scout around the area, make sure it is safe.” the man replied.

“It’s my duty ever since, isn’t it?”

“I guess you can say so. I have other things to do for now though, I have to head elsewhere. Take care, Snow.”

The conversation ended. Snow remained on the bridge, staring into the vast horizon while the man stood up and walked away. Swinging her legs on the bridge, she relished the waves that were hitting onto her bare legs. It was the same feeling from before. The previous time she saw him. It felt comfortable. She did not like to wear the white high heels that she had to wear as she travelled, so having a break from then felt great. She did not understand why she was asked to wear that when she left her parents.

It was dawn once again. The sun rose slowly, covering the land with its brightness, washing the darkness away. There was one darkness that did not observe the brightness, however. There was a creature on the floor. It was black in colour, outreaching and spreading slowly to cover his room with itself. Kierix jumped and stood on his bed as he realised there was a foreign creature in his room. That was not normal… No, that was beyond abnormal. Never had he seen such a thing, but he had a feeling that once the thing fully spread and covered his room, he would be in danger. The severity however, he had no idea.

Instinctively, he jumped off the bed, landing with a thud at the door. He was stuck. What could he do? He had no weapons and he did not know how to deal with such a creature that was unfamiliar to him. Fear was all he felt.

Colours of Change – Chapter 1

Colours of Change – Chapter 1

This person lived a normal life, with his friends and everything. As per normal, on a school morning, he routinely grasped tightly on the sling of his bag and swung it upwards, followed by a spin and ending with the bag landing smoothly on his back. It was something he enjoyed a lot, how the physics worked and how cool he felt when he did it.

He knew he wanted to finish his studies, but similar to most teenagers, he was lost, no clue as to what he’d do next. Little did he know, he would soon enter an unfamiliar environment that he once thought was impossible. He continued by whipping out his pair of house keys, twiddling with it with his fingers, then slotting the piece of metal into the lock, and with a move of his muscle, the lock opened.

He left the place. No longer in the crowded place. He was alone at home, the home that was left behind for him. It was a rather big house; there was two storeys and of the eight rooms the house contained, he had five rooms that he did not have a use for. He only made use of 3 rooms, one as his bedroom, the other as a storage room and the last as his study room.

Nibbling on the sandwich which he made in a jiffy in the kitchen, he dashed swiftly to cover as much distance as he could, hoping that he would not be late for school. Dashing through the roads, he was able to experience the wind hitting on his face. It was something that he also liked a lot. Trees around him were swaying with the wind and birds flew in the bright blue sky. That day seemed like a perfect day to him. The sun was not too intense, it was windy and not too humid. He felt like sitting down and enjoying the weather on a patch of grass, but unfortunately time did not permit. He needed to reach school as soon as possible.

“You’re two thirds the way to school already, better reach there on time now… Twenty minutes left.” he muttered to himself as he looked at his watch. He never had time to look at the scenery; he always had to run throughout the journey, unable to stop to sightsee. He made a quick glance around. To the left was a field covered with flowers of different colours and to the right was a forest. Below him was the concrete pavement he was running on and ahead of him was many other students. A good sign. To see other students was the sign to him that he wouldn’t be late. Occasionally he would be late, and he would always be the only one. Never had any of the other students gotten to school late, except a few who were asked to run some errands by their teachers.

The clock tower was in view, and it was about to be eight o’ clock. It was five minutes to eight. The minute hand of the clock slowly neared the twelve mark. He was very close to school. Dashing past the gates, he arrived at the assembly hall. He was panting really hard. Whilst he was attempting to catch his breath, the student councillors were already on stage, preparing for the school song to be sung. He could sing along, just that no sound would escape from him.

“…rising tall.” He barely managed to finish the second verse. He skipped the first verse since he had been panting really hard. That was when he realised he was in a standstill; the music stopped abruptly, and other students did not move at all, not to mention even the fans that hung tall above stopped, ignoring the laws of physics. It was a complete halt in time. The only sound he could hear was from his breathing. What just happened?

He caught motion to the far left of the hall with his peripheral vision, and turned to face it. It was a lady with white hair who was donned in a white dress which was seemingly affected by a nonexistent wind.

She noticed his glance and turned over with a look of inquisitiveness. Why was this man able to move? She thought it was interesting and gave him a warm smile.

Right after he blinked his eye, everything reverted to normal, the school song continued to reverberate through the whole hall and the fan continued to turn. The lady disappeared and everyone else continued to sway ever so slightly. As soon as he realised he was not on the right verse, he immediately stopped his singing and corrected himself. But what was that phenomena he experienced a second ago? It was very unique and out of the world. He had never seen a lady in white hair in his school. Never had he seen a dress like that either, made with an unknown material and lined with symbols where it was supposed to be pleated.

He did not pay much attention to the rest of his classes. All that was on his mind was the white haired person that was moving in the standstill. She looked familiar yet he did not know who she was. The smile that was on her face provided him a warm feeling that he could not comprehend. He still could not understand why she was here in the first place and how he was able to move whilst the world stopped. He was certain, however, that he was the only one who could see her, amongst the other students.

As the bell for dismissal rang, he repeated the steps, flinging his sling bag onto his back before walking home. He decided not to put whatever he saw on his mind and wanted to continue with his normal life. That was just a minor difference from his daily life, a unique event that was possibly very rare, if not impossible, to experience.

Colours of Change – Prologue

Everyday, things occur. Along with the different things you do, what follows changes drastically. Sometimes, changes may not even occur because of what you do but because of what others do. Results are not necessarily beneficial to you all the time yet it continues to occur due to the flow of time.

On a certain time of the year, there was this young man that was born into this world, predestined to be abandoned by his parents.

“We cannot afford to keep him, we have to leave him.” A male voice spoke.

“Are you sure about this… It’s our children we are talking about. We can do something about this…” A female voice replied, with a hint of bitter in her voice.

“I …” he hesitated, then continued with certainty, “we have to do this.”

“If that is what you really want, then alright… I believe in what you are doing.”

He was left behind. The two shadows slowly became smaller and smaller until they disappeared in the horizon.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Once he opened his eyes once more, everything around him was much different from what it used to be, it was not the plain wash of white like before, but a mixture of colours. That was when he realised he was once more, no longer alone.