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The Fifth World 2
The Return
Bo: Night came and now it has gone. The sun sank in the sky and I remember how I silently admired the golden horizon as it lit up the sides of the Earth brilliantly. As Derek walked ahead I had turned to Johnson and realised how he was admiring it too. When the darkness came the temperatures dropped and the three of us were forced to cover up with thick sweaters and jackets. All of us are very careful at night. Obviously I am because I have had plenty of experience in this world to know that it would be extremely unwise and naive not to be cautious at every moment. I was not surprised to see Johnson with all senses prepared and waiting... but Derek, I was quite surprised with him. As I observed him I realised that he was trying his very best to understand the environment around him; to see what was behind every corner, to try to decipher what stayed hidden in the shadows and identify every sound, all the while his hand is in his pocket where he keeps a knife I watched him put away earlier in the day after taking it from his backpack. When the early hours of morning came more welcoming and warm sounds were heard and sights seen such as the birds singing and of course sunlight. Exhaustion was slowly taking over by noon and then when I caught sight of the rubble and half demolished walls of Seabrooke I had forgotten about my health and everything else.
Home.
I feel my heart begin to pound... my eyes widen as my speed increases. Johnson and Derek try to keep up with me without actually running after me. A horn sounds once we reach the walls and it echoes across the lands. I suspect others are nearby... the Seabrooke guardians, maybe? I feel myself smile. Oh, how amazing it is to wonder that! Here I am, standing within the Fifth World, almost within the walls of Seabrooke.
The first person I see is Felicity... and never have I been more happy to see her face. Clearly, she has not changed a bit in appearance... but I don't know what it is, she just seems stronger, better. She wears khaki three-quarter cargo pants with black combat boots and a loose fitting white tank top. She has also slipped an unbuttoned grey shirt on and has rolled up her sleeves. Her hair is so vibrant. Gosh, I have missed her.
When she lays eyes on me her expression immediately brightens and in a second she runs to me and appears before me.
"Bo!" she breathes and wraps her arms around me as quickly as she possibly can.
The both of us laugh like the teenage girls we are. I have always had trouble with friends, my whole life I have moved from one group to another... because I was always different, but now, I think I have finally found that one best friend that I never had.
"Oh my god!" she says loudly, she doesn't even acknowledge Johnson or Derek, "I can't believe you're here!"
I feel myself smile, she is too excited with my presence that she could not care less that a famous fugitive is in front of her and a Thorne that is half Average Human. Felicity puts her arm around me and leads us down a clearing, between some trees. Finally, finally we are in Seabrooke. I have been aching to be here for so long now.
Once we cross the hills we begin to see the white tents that have been pitched, creating the temporary town of Seabrooke. Behind them are some structures that in time will be buildings. I feel my breath quicken - nobody knows just how excited I am to be here. And now that I am here it is as if everything else has disappeared - as if the threat of whoever is after Johnson and I no longer matters. I am home.
"Where is Adam?" I ask Felicity, my breathing quick.
I stare at her and notice how the smile she is giving me gets a little smaller but she maintains it in hopes that I will not assume anything is wrong. But I do. I do not say a word, I just look out across the hill that lies ahead and I feel my eyes widen. What has happened?
Blonde curly locks appear from atop of the hill I am staring at and I feel my heart flutter. His face then appears as he walks up and over. He freezes when he sees me and surprise and shock appears on his face just as it is appearing on mine. I draw in a sharp breath. The world around me disappears. Felicity disappears. Derek and Johnson disappear. All that there is a clear vision of this perfect man whom I love so very much. My feet begin to move slowly, I barely feel it, all I feel is him coming closer and closer to me... I am almost there. I smile. Almost there. So very close.
Brown hair with a reddish tinge appears atop of the hill too and my all of my attention that at one moment was all on Cynric veers to the stranger I am seeing. He stands a few metres behind Cynric, his shoulders broad, his height clearly towering over Cynric... who is this young man? My mouth begins to open and fall slowly. His face is freckled and young and though I am sure I have never seen this face before... I know that I know this person.
I give out a little cry when I realise that I know this person, I know this person so very well. I feel tears collect in my eyes, a nervous sweat breaks out at the nape of my neck and I stare passed Cynric and at my six year old brother that has been trapped in an adolescents body. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! NO!
When I approach them I do not even look at Cynric, in fact, I walk straight passed him and towards Adam. I stare at him just as he stares at me. I cannot even read his face. He is not my Adam. He is different... he has changed. Where in the world is my baby brother Adam? This young man does nothing but stare at me and somewhere in his eyes, in his deep and beautiful eyes, I spot my baby brother. And my baby brother is helpless and afraid! I feel a tear roll down my left cheek as my hand gently touches his face. I feel flesh, warmth, stubble. I feel the face of a man, not a boy. I notice that when I finally touch him, Adam sort of closes his eyes and leans into my cheek as if I am giving him some kind of relief. A shooting pain stirs within me and I instinctively pull my hand away and take a step back. This is all too much. I look at Cynric who is watching me with wide but very strained eyes. I bite my lip and feel disgust cross my face.
What the hell did you do? What the hell did you do to my brother, Cynric?
I vanish.
Home.
I feel my heart begin to pound... my eyes widen as my speed increases. Johnson and Derek try to keep up with me without actually running after me. A horn sounds once we reach the walls and it echoes across the lands. I suspect others are nearby... the Seabrooke guardians, maybe? I feel myself smile. Oh, how amazing it is to wonder that! Here I am, standing within the Fifth World, almost within the walls of Seabrooke.
The first person I see is Felicity... and never have I been more happy to see her face. Clearly, she has not changed a bit in appearance... but I don't know what it is, she just seems stronger, better. She wears khaki three-quarter cargo pants with black combat boots and a loose fitting white tank top. She has also slipped an unbuttoned grey shirt on and has rolled up her sleeves. Her hair is so vibrant. Gosh, I have missed her.
When she lays eyes on me her expression immediately brightens and in a second she runs to me and appears before me.
"Bo!" she breathes and wraps her arms around me as quickly as she possibly can.
The both of us laugh like the teenage girls we are. I have always had trouble with friends, my whole life I have moved from one group to another... because I was always different, but now, I think I have finally found that one best friend that I never had.
"Oh my god!" she says loudly, she doesn't even acknowledge Johnson or Derek, "I can't believe you're here!"
I feel myself smile, she is too excited with my presence that she could not care less that a famous fugitive is in front of her and a Thorne that is half Average Human. Felicity puts her arm around me and leads us down a clearing, between some trees. Finally, finally we are in Seabrooke. I have been aching to be here for so long now.
Once we cross the hills we begin to see the white tents that have been pitched, creating the temporary town of Seabrooke. Behind them are some structures that in time will be buildings. I feel my breath quicken - nobody knows just how excited I am to be here. And now that I am here it is as if everything else has disappeared - as if the threat of whoever is after Johnson and I no longer matters. I am home.
"Where is Adam?" I ask Felicity, my breathing quick.
I stare at her and notice how the smile she is giving me gets a little smaller but she maintains it in hopes that I will not assume anything is wrong. But I do. I do not say a word, I just look out across the hill that lies ahead and I feel my eyes widen. What has happened?
Blonde curly locks appear from atop of the hill I am staring at and I feel my heart flutter. His face then appears as he walks up and over. He freezes when he sees me and surprise and shock appears on his face just as it is appearing on mine. I draw in a sharp breath. The world around me disappears. Felicity disappears. Derek and Johnson disappear. All that there is a clear vision of this perfect man whom I love so very much. My feet begin to move slowly, I barely feel it, all I feel is him coming closer and closer to me... I am almost there. I smile. Almost there. So very close.
Brown hair with a reddish tinge appears atop of the hill too and my all of my attention that at one moment was all on Cynric veers to the stranger I am seeing. He stands a few metres behind Cynric, his shoulders broad, his height clearly towering over Cynric... who is this young man? My mouth begins to open and fall slowly. His face is freckled and young and though I am sure I have never seen this face before... I know that I know this person.
I give out a little cry when I realise that I know this person, I know this person so very well. I feel tears collect in my eyes, a nervous sweat breaks out at the nape of my neck and I stare passed Cynric and at my six year old brother that has been trapped in an adolescents body. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! NO!
When I approach them I do not even look at Cynric, in fact, I walk straight passed him and towards Adam. I stare at him just as he stares at me. I cannot even read his face. He is not my Adam. He is different... he has changed. Where in the world is my baby brother Adam? This young man does nothing but stare at me and somewhere in his eyes, in his deep and beautiful eyes, I spot my baby brother. And my baby brother is helpless and afraid! I feel a tear roll down my left cheek as my hand gently touches his face. I feel flesh, warmth, stubble. I feel the face of a man, not a boy. I notice that when I finally touch him, Adam sort of closes his eyes and leans into my cheek as if I am giving him some kind of relief. A shooting pain stirs within me and I instinctively pull my hand away and take a step back. This is all too much. I look at Cynric who is watching me with wide but very strained eyes. I bite my lip and feel disgust cross my face.
What the hell did you do? What the hell did you do to my brother, Cynric?
I vanish.