Darkness Eternia~ 01

Sight.

His eyes? You mean there's more of you?

"Maybe." he said. "I can't say- and not because i don't want to."

So.....?

"Well, you see..." He trailed off, obviously feeling uncomfortable, "I don't feel like it."

Same thing.

The boy stared at him- but not into his eyes. No, he could only stare at his cheeks, or eyebrows. Meeting such a gaze is was unbearable. One would feel as exposed as a mad individual doing gymnastics naked in the middle of a bustling city rush hour, and being on live international television at the same time.

The eyes draw in everything. Nothing was spared. Not even your thoughts, let alone your wildest fantasies.

"This would go alot faster if you accept the fact that you can not hide anything from me."

I know.

"So what's left to do?" he asked. Knowing well of the answer and knowing full well that it is already in the boy's head. He asked confidently. He's already seen the answer.

Against one as such, the answer can only be honesty.

So, must have a really good vision...?

"Hah! You're starting to loosen up. I like that. Now we have a better chance at getting things to go along"

I wasn't cracking a joke.

The boy stopped to study the situation. There he was siting on a public bench of a shopping district, mining his own business, and here comes the eyes of god.

"Don't use that word, friend. Let's just say you're sitting next to sight itself- or vision. I'd prefer either of those against the... well..." he looked around as if obviously starting to feel uncomfortable even saying it, "Eyes of God".

But you said-

"I said you can consider me to be his eyes. But i'm not, the erm.... "

...Eyes of God said the boy. Loud and clear.

"All right, all right. Just give me a break there." He said. Fidgeting his leg and constantly looking around. "I'm not supposed to be here all day"

What are you and what can you see? Asked the boy.

"Everything." said the man, "as everything as anything that has any shred of everything-ness that you can possibly think about, and more."

Including words in my head.

"I am sight and vision. Master of the perspectives. I see what is real and what is not- i see more than you can possibly imagine." he said. Excited that this meeting had finally progressed. "I can see every single ant that crawls on the other side of this Earth, but even more than that, i can see each ray of light that ever escaped the sun itself..." He paused, took a deep breath, "...and all other stars in the multiverse."

The boy understood that this is not even human at all, but more importantly, this creature had absolutely no reason to tell lies.

Must be such a burden he thought.

"But that is not all. I've only told you the extent of what i can see that is real, and believe me young child, reality is the very least of what my sight grants me. What you want an explanation of, is what i can see, and let me tell you that the world is much more filled with what is unreal as compared to reality."

I don't see the point in seeing so much of what is not real.

"Ahah!" he cracked a smile. "That's funny. I know its not intentional. But i still find it funny"

Avoid talking about or even using the word "see".

The man raised a finger, and pointed towards a group of children playing together.
"Those children. What do you see?"

The boy set his gaze on the children. Little boys having fun. They can't be more than 10 years of age. Put a group of boys together to play, what else would they do? They'll pretend to fight. They would run around and pretend to attack each other with invisible swords or shields or guns and the only way you could tell if it hits would be from the sound effects they shout out upon the make-believe impact.

"You'll be surprised at how much you can learn from studying children. If you want to know what humanity is all about- study the really young and the really old. The in-betweens will only break your faith."

The boy looked at the children and wondered what he was suposed to see.

"Why i chose those children" said the man, interrupting his chain of thoughts, "was to show you exactly what you don't see."

But you do?

The boy didn't see it, but he knew the man was giving him a look. The kind one gets for saying something ridiculous.

"What you don't see is what is not real. the swords they hold, the guns, the bullets it fires. Strain your eyes infinitely and you won't even see a speck of its hilt. That girl wishes she has wings of pure white- the kind that holds its own inner glow. Her fantasy makes her float through the crowd in mine eyes. A beautiful dream. She has beautiful wings."

He paused for a moment.

"Time" He snapped, "time is not as real as reality, but more real than fantasy."
The boy was struggling to hold all this information in.
"The boy with the blue flaming sword- the one on the right by the way- has a noble heart that he achieved at the age of 25. At 28 he will die from trying to save a little girl from being kidnapped in Spain. He did a lot of good before he died, i can even see the good he would do had he not died on that day."

The boy looked at the child. He knew what he heard was fact, and sadness swept through him.

What happened to the girl?

"Nothing good. I will spare the details. Unlike your human heart, mine does not feel anguish." replied the man. Short and brief.

"But i digress. It is time for the big question of the day-"

Why are you here.

"Unlike that young dreamer over there," he pointed at the young lady and paused for a victorious grin, "your wings are real, and being one who sees all, I am here because of your future."