a young hero (m) xxx his time traveling incarnation (f)
It was cold. Not colder then usual, but for some reason, the wind that nipped anyone that came close was unusually cruel that particular day. But the boy that walked the streets, head bent with a hood covering what was underneath, didn't mind. In face, today felt special.
He didn't know why, but it did.
A small flake caught his eye, causing him to look up in curiosity. The forecast had called for snow. But it wasn't supposed to until two, three o'clock in the afternoon. It wasn't even seven a.m. yet. Maybe it would deter another person, but not the figure who now tried to be smaller in the oversized coat. The snow was actually welcome in his mind.
A few people had seen him walking, and could only wonder why someone would want to walk in this weather, let alone someone who was no older then fifteen. To this, he would reply he had somewhere to go. No specifics where, but there was a place. A forest to be exact. And as street merged to dirt, he knew he was heading in the right direction.
It was not much longer the boy arrived at his destination, an hour and half, give or take. It was enough time for the snow to start to what tourists considered blizzard weather. It wasn't enough to detour the the local though, only three or four inches.
He had arrived at where the trees became a barrier, concealing all it's secrets inside. But he was not to venture through the dark emptiness, not this dreary day. It was much too dangerous without a light to guide your way. So instead, the boy started to walk along the line of the pines, enjoying the scenery for awhile. But eventually he stopped to just stare at the vastness.
That confirmed he was alone.
The boy carefully sat, feeling the snow melt through his jeans. But he didn't seem to mind. Instead, his blonde eyebrows knitted together as his hand carefully rose over the earth. He carefully flexed his ungloved fingers, in and out. It would look silly to any stranger, the almost shadow puppet movement, but that would be until the small stream of water rose from the growing snow. And as a half-smile spread across the male's face, the water still rose steadily, collecting into an orb.
Then a small
snap broke the silence.
The boy lept to his feet, only to face a strung bow, it's arrow's point glinting dangerously. It's owner, a small teen with narrowed blue eyes, had what could be described as an almost annoyed expression. Her target went still, trying not to alarm the armed girl. There was a tense pause, one that seemed to hang for an eternity. During this time, the boy notice she wore a short t-shirt along with an unusual type of shorts. But what really caught his eye was the unatural deep white intricate swirls around her mouth and nose. She eventually asked, "What were you just doing?"
He winced noticably, having hoped that she was clueless to what had just occured. She seemed to find this threatening, for she pulled the arrow into a more ready position. It was met with a quick prossecion of words. "I was just, erm, practicing some special effects for a, uh, school movie." A sheepish grin spread on the horrible liar's face, with the weak words, "Neat, huh?"
She was obviously unconvinced, but still lowered her weapon. But the boy released a sigh of release to early, for she swiftly approached him. The girl rested her bow on her arrow case, which was awkwardly hung around her waist, before ripping off his scarf, unzipping his jacket, and, with a cry of protest, pulled back his shirt to reveal the wing mark that graced his shoulderblade. The boy scarcely heard the stranger mumble, "So this is him..." before releasing him to fix himself. "Boy, what is your name?"
He was startled, but replied swiftly. "I'm called Ace. And you are?"
She hesitated, seeming to mull over the question before replying in an unusual accent, "That, is not something you need to know. However, you may call me Sabine." The redhead then said, "You're a Hero, aren't you?"
The question surprised him. Mostly because it had came out so casually. But if she knew... Ace shook his head, not wanting to have his life probed by such a strange girl. "No, are you crazy?" This caused a small smile to spread across her lips.
"But no one in your generation knows about the Heroes. All artifacts were supposedly destroyed twelve years prior to today."
Ace immediately pulled the ever gather snow around him into an orb just as quickly as the girl pulled her arrow. He knew she had trapped him, making him feel like a caged animal. But the response caused Sabine to shake her head as she once again lowered her weapon. "No need to fear. If you paid more attention, you would have noticed the minute you saw me I was not a threat to you without being one to myself."
That was it. The swirls, the knowledge of Heroes, their attributes, their powers. But... the answer seemed impossible. "Then you're..."
Sabine nodded. "I'm you, thousands of years into the furture."
He shook his head, dropping his weapon onto the gathering snow. "That's a lie. Two Heroes can't be at any one place in time at the same time." Ace's head snapped up. "Even if one is a time traverser."
The girl seemed disappointed as she shook lightly in the cold. Or maybe the iciness had finally caught up to the inappropriately dressed child. The other Hero stared for a moment before pulling an extra scarf from his pocket and reluctantly removed his gloves before offering them. Sabine blinked before taking the items and put them on. "Ace, do you know why I'm here?"
He shook his head in response. "I'm still stuck on
how you're here."
The teen's face hardened as she replied, "Because you ruined the lives of every Hero after you." The boy raised an eyebrow in skeptisism. "And before you ask, no I will not tell you how. But you are the reason we are in an apocalypse in my time. You are the reason why the Earth has turned into a wasteland, why the government crumbles, and why so many lives have been lost."
The boy shook his head. "I don't believe you. Or me. Or..." This confused both of them.
Sabine shook the look away before drawing her weapon once more. "Is there any other reason I, a fourteen year old girl, can do this?" With incredible accuracy, she aimed at a tree before releasing without a thought. It stuck directly between a paper-widths groove.
"Fancy. Look, instead of us fighting over this for the next few hours, as we both know we will do, how about we head to my house so you don't freeze?"
She looked as if she wanted to argue, but as the wind picked up, Sabine tried to seem smaller to keep warm, to no avail. She looked upset about it before nodding in agreement. They headed back the way Ace had came, the tracks already covered by a thick blanket of snow. Even with bow and arrow in hand, Sabine blended with the unusual town. Nobody gave them a second glance as the two silently walked side by side.
Little did they know their life, families, and planet depended on the choices of the two Heroes.
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