Maverick was regaining his senses, feeling alive once again. The blood from his dear Hiro was warming his body, enhancing his senses so he could see again, could hear again. His tongue licked his lips. Such a wonderful experience. Such pleasure that he had never experienced.
Now youll die.. Hiro said, looking away from Maverick, away to the windows with the growing colors that said the sun was coming.
Maverick looked at Hiro in surprise. Die? But he had just said he would live!
Die..? But I..
Hush, Hiro said, looking back to the boy in front of him whos eyes were wide with fear. You will live after you die. Death is something all of us need to go through. We are no exception. I died..but I lived.
Maverick listened, wishing he didnt have to die. Was death what he thought it was? Was death the darkness that he imagined?
Death is painful for us, people like us, Hiro said, looking away once again, his eyes l
Part I Home
Your horse was saved..
Huh? Maverick looked up then, having been looking at the ground as he had come with Hiro to the tall, wooden doors. They looked so strong, so tough to get through.
Hiro reached up to take into his pale hand the large ring that acted as the way to open the doors. How could he open it himself?
That buckskin. Hell be alright. A little spooked, but hes fine. Akemi, right? Hiro was watching Maverick then as the older brother had looked down to his cold hands.
You know his name? Mavericks head had shot up to look at Hiro, eyes of blue wide open with curious and a bit of fear. How had Hiro known?
Yes. I do. No need to be fearful because of it. Youll know why in good time.
And pulling on the handle ring of the big door, it would yield to the mans strength, slowly opening to him and Maverick. And the boy was in shock at how this person in front of hi
Cmon.. a deep voice spoke, ringing through the air now, a heel of a leather, black boot lightly digging into the side of a buckskin horse, its hooves moving faster in the dirt, accompanied by other sounds of hooves on the trail.
Stop going so quick! a different voice sounded, one with more emotion. Too tired to trot..
There is no time to waste right now the other said in a scolding manner, having turned in his saddle around to face the other younger man. This person was not so old, appearing to be older than a teenage boy but younger than a real adult. Silvery strands fell into his face, lightly glowing in the light of the moon that was full up in the sky through bare branches of the forest where they would walk on their horses.
But, Maverick the other whined again, being a younger child, perhaps in his middle teenage years with short yet beautiful, blonde hair that ran down the si