A Silent Regret [2]

Light was all about his eyes; Leon couldn't feel or sense anything. Neither the feet nor anything part of his body.

The taste of his tongue was gone, his hearing had faded.

He wasn't sure what was happening, nevertheless, he waited patiently. The only thing that he sensed was his heart, beating.

That allowed him to know he still exists.

 When the light enfolded his eyes, dissipated.

Various colors surged in and a view of once he remembered appeared before him.

'This place.' He murmured under his breath. His voice was hollow as ever, and eyes still dull.

There was a vast world before him, as if it was underneath him. Leon was standing high above the ground.

The Horizon was devouring the sun, and Sunlight of the yellowish hue ball was cast on the world in orange.

Few trees captured by the sunlight give a ablaze glow, like set afire. 

Mounts were enveloped too; they shun reflect the light like mirror which spread throughout.

 Leon vividly remembered, the chirping of birds, the heavy tread of animals and roars of wild.

'Is this really the place, I visited.'

When he looked at his body, it was still the same. His hands stained with blood and armors glittering with beauty.

What changed was the place, not the man.

He didn't find his purpose, had he traveled in time? He thought.

Or is it just a dream, or an illusion made by that bastard dimension being of dreams and imagination?

Leon didn't have the time to ruminate because from behind, bushes rustled.

In swift, the man darted away.

Hiding behind a thick tree, he wished not to frighten the guest, approaching.

It didn't take long for a little and frail boy to totter forth while pushing the bushes away.

Leon peaked from one side, gazing at the boy whole stood at the dead end.

When the last dying light of the sun fell on the boy's face. a very sucked face with no enthusiasm in his eyes could be seen.

His skin was pale like a boy in his dying bed. His clothes were tattered and perforated with holes.

Leon knew the boy, of course, if he had gone to the past, how could he not?

'I did come to another timeline. That boy is basically me of the past.'

Gradually, Hope surged in. His mission was obscure about the boy, but he knew one thing. Aid the boy and save everyone of this timeline.

But why?

'Even if I saw them in this world, I'm not saving myself.'

It was true, if there was another Leon, then what purpose did he have? I mean, will he be able to share those dreams and love he shared like before.

Will the family, comrades see him the same as they will see the little Leon before him.

Once upon a time, Dreams and Imagination told him.

'Even if there are two of you, only the original gets everything. You will only be a different person in their eyes, because you're not one of them.'

While thinking about it, he had an idea.

Abandon the light and join the abyss of darkness, a dream world with an imagination of his own.

Rules that he can craft of his own, Burden his shoulder with his own wickedness but not of others.

A freed man that can take revenge without care for the people and save those he wants and not ignore the once he resent.

He had the power to rule the world but what was he really thinking?

When he returned to his wits, he saw the boy gazing at him with trembling eyes and the boy asked.

"Who are you?" his voice calm, but his eye restlessly shaking, as if he caught a thief red handed.