Fantasy Silent Frontline

[Servant]

7A.M

Outside Silent Frontline's base​

"Come on, just a little bit more..."

Isis stood in the middle of the forest. A few meters behind her stood the manor that the members called their new home and one of the few safe havens for the Cursed Children. Isis couldn't remember how much time had passed since she joined Silent Frontline. Weeks? Months? Years?, Isis's notion of time became more and more blurry with each passing day.

As wind picked up the fallen autumn leaves from the ground and made them dance in the air Isis drew out her knife and carefully poked one of her fingers with it. Drops of blood began to drift off the wound, just to fall onto five paper planes that were laying on the ground. The paper almost immediately adopted a crimson red color before rising onto the air. Such a simple task cost Isis a lot of stamina, but he had yet to give up. She directed the group of planes straight towards one of the various trees around her, dealing various cuts in just a matter of seconds. Just as Isis began getting closer to the finishing blow the paper slowly began to disintegrate.

"No...Not yet..."

But the paper didn't seem to hear her or simply chose to ignore it as it completely dissolved, leaving no trail of it's past existence behind it. Isis remained in silence before bringing her hands close to her face. The finger tips were covered with dry blood. She had been training for hours but wasn't aware of it. Letting out a quiet sigh Isis stood up and headed straight back into the manor. It was time to begin a new day.

"Time to wake up, don't make come inside!" Isis yelled as she knocked on each of the member's door.

After her job as morning rooster was done Isis headed straight down and into the kitchen, the cleanest room inside the manor. Isis picked up a nearly empty bottle of water and sat down. She folded a small towel and poured the water over it before carefully placing it over her forehead in an attempt to refreshen herself and clean off the sweat.

"Man, I really need to stop training so early in the morning..." Isis said to herself with a scolding tone and an exhausted smile.​

 

[Lixy]

The world was blurry, whispers of cloudy substances swirled around Espy's head. Her breath fogged but the air was warm, she floated through the stretching empty landscape before her. Her body was sprawled below her on an invisible bed, hair fanned out and eyes open but empty. No breaths lifted it's chest, and to a casual observer, she was dead. On more than one occasion Espy had been violently pulled into her body again via CPR or resuscitation.


Knocks pounded in Espy's ears as if through water, and she gingerly grabbed around her for the yellow thread that wound around her, pulling herself along it. Like always, when she was back in her body was not a fixed point, like the line you cross between consciousness and sleep, and how long it took, Espy isn't sure, but next she knew, her eyes were burning as she blinked tears away. She hadn't slept. And if she had, she had fallen through the veil again before she could stop it.


Slipping into the kitchen, Espy ignored the sole other person in the room, making straight for the bowl with EsPieEspy written on it in shaky handwriting. In the bowl Espy had left yesterday's cereal, which she promptly poured down the sink and supplied herself with a fresh bowlful.


"You're a pig..." She muttered, finishing off the cereal quickly, leaving the bowl in it's permanent place, unwashed, as always. "I told you, I'll call you when I need you!" She chided an unseen third presence to seemingly no effect.


"Honestly!"

 

[Life.]

A single light was lit down in the basement of the Silent Frontline's home. A boy was hunched over on the desk at which the light shined upon. Sweat beads slowly trailed down his exasperated and tired face. All night did he stay up to work on a project. His fingers were grasped around many wires and tools that would spark dangerous lights in front of him. But they were no harm to him. He himself was shooting electric currents through the wires to jumpstart them. A dissatisfied smile hung onto his mouth. An irritated light shined in his gold eyes. But optimistic thoughts cancelled out the negativity that clung onto him. Finally his hands moved away from the finished product. He stood up stretching his back to rid of the sore muscles.


He yawned as his eyes moved over to a nearby clock. Morning already? A sigh escaped from Zed's mouth as he grabbed the experiment and began fixing it onto the ceiling. At last after he finished installing it, he walked over to the entrance of the basement stairs and flicked on an old light switch. There magic appeared.


Fluorescent tubing ran along down the edges of the ceiling moving in towards the center creating what looked like a labyrinth of light. Red zoomed past green while blue flowed through all. Lights dazzled the basement granting an air of awe in the atmosphere. Then the lights began forming images by automatically shutting some parts off while others turn on. The single bulb appeared rather faint compared to the bright lights above. A smile then shined onto Zed's face. But this wasn't the whole light show.


All the lights suddenly shut off. Leaving the boy in darkness for a moment with the dimming light of the single bulb. But then ever so slowly a white lighted shined far away. Then another lit up softly, then another, then another. Soon many close to each other or far apart lit up giving off the mirage of snow or faraway winter stars. A satisfied sigh then escaped his mouth as he walked around admiring the lights that shined softly and brightly. Happiness warmed him in the moment even though the lights were giving off a winter image. He even had threads running down from certain parts of the tube and were lit white like icicles.


His moment of the cold wonderland was interrupted by the pounding of footsteps walking along above him. He heard the rooster call from Isis. A soft smile came upon his face. Soon he would be back into his routine position of watching over the residents of Silent Frontline. Even though he smiled now, an aching heart still haunted him. Zed still had images flash before him of his old companions at which he was helpless to help from his lack of initiative to master his curse. Zed shook his head deciding that he shouldn't be greeting his comrades with sadness but rather with happiness.


Zed walked back over to the end of the stairs that led to the basement and shut his light show off. He took a step onto the stairs then looked back to see the single bulb that lit over the desk finally giving off its final lights before it dimmed away towards its end. Zed turned back around and climbed up the stairs ready to greet the morning with a tired mind but energetic heart.