Surrendering Isn't an Option

-Part 4-

A boy clad in all white, and with soft white hair was standing with his back to me with a small, furry, brown critter in his right palm. For a second he looked startled by my presence, though I wasn't sure how, as there was no way he could have seen me when I was behind him. The small critter jumped out of his palm and climbed up the trunk of the nearest tree, as he turned around to face me. His eyes were blank as well, and I wasn't completely sure he was a human. He looked like a human, hands, four limbs, human face, but he didn't feel like a human. He seemed to emit a faint glow.

"Impossible..." I heard the guard behind me mutter.

I pulled up some compelling curiosity.

"Who are you?"I asked, my voice a little more demanding than I intended.

The boy smiled a little.

"Nobody," he said, "For now. We'll see eachother again, I'm sure."

His voice was clear and very fluent, higher than mine but still masculine.

"Well...what are you?"

And the boy actually laughed a little, sending chills up my spine.

"That's a good question...I'm not too sure now." he answered in an amused tone. He took things lightly but he was scanning me, looking at me up and down.

"Then what were you?" I was getting a little agitated that I wasn't getting straight answers, and even more intrigued in something I felt would never happen again, even if he had said we'd probably see each other again. I think he could tell i was getting irritated because he answered, "I was a human, I guess, but I didn't really feel like one."

I paused for a second-

"Goodbye for a while...meeting again is inevitable." said the clear, fluent voice.

I looked up from my though and I didn't see him. Had I just imagined it?

But when i turned around and saw the look on the guard's face i knew I hadn't, or this was just a crazy dream.

The guard looked scared.

"I'll go back inside now." I said, and the guard nodded, and took us back.

The dining room was empty, no guards, no king, only one blonde girl left. She appeared to be pouring over some papers and only noticed me when the guard and I opened the door to the hall that led to my room. Out of the corner of my eye I thought she opened her mouth but said nothing.

The guard opened the door to my room and I walked inside.

"Thanks," I said, walking over to the bed and falling onto it, unaware of anything that had happened during my journey back to this room.

What the hell was that?

What was going on in general? Unknown condition? Kid in the forest? Thanking the guard? Clearly I wasn't thinking for that last one. But the first two...I felt like I was walking in a weird dream, except that I knew it wasn't one.

Maybe Unknow condition was pointing towards my ability to crack people open, but I had a feeling that wasn't it.

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I was shook violently the next morning and woke up in a state of panic. Whoever had just awoken me had set some feed on my drawer and stormed out, telling me I had five minutes to eat and get ready for departure.

I got up groggily and ate as quickly as my exhausted jaw would work. The food's quality was worse than before, almost as bad as the prison food, but I ate all of it anyways because I needed that strength. When I finished, I looked at the worn boy with old prisoners clothes, black hair, black eyes, and a black heart. I would put him to use for certain. I tried getting my hair to lay flatter and opened the door cautiously.