Lit corridors

[nonomoribird]

Where am I? This place is full of light. Before, the sea was near me and the rocks were falling. The boy was leaving on a boat.

I do not understand. How can this be? I must be dreaming, for I was surely about to die.

Or perhaps… perhaps the boy is here. I must find him, though I do not know his name.

Comments

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Ah... I don't think I've seen you before. This is Paixao, miss. It's... well, another world.

What does your friend look like? I'll keep an eye peeled for him.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not know you. Who are you? I have never heard of Paixao, either, but I am not called miss.

He is shorter than me. His skin is dark and he has black hair and green eyes. He used to have horns, but they are gone now.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry! My name is Ivan. What's yours?

All right. If I see him, I'll let you know.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

My name is Yorda.

Thank you.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

It's nice to meet you, Yorda.

By the way, please be careful. There are... some bad people around.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Ivan.

Bad people?

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Yes. They call themselves the Organization, and wear long black coats. They may be in disguise lately, though. In any case, they've been going around hurting people for no reason at all.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I do not understand.

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

... Sorry. What part didn't make sense?

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

Why are they doing this?

[sparkplasma.livejournal.com]

Oh. I don't know. No one seems to know.

[nonomoribird.livejournal.com]

I understand. I will watch for them