Reunited

He could hear it coming after him. He didn’t know what it was yet he knew if that if it caught him, his life wouldn’t be worth living.

It was gaining on him, no matter how fast he ran it just kept gaining on him. It was upon him, he turned around. “Jon wake up” he was awake in his bed it had just been a dream.

“Coming mum”

Jon got dressed and hurried down stairs.

“There you are dear, hurry up or you’ll be late for school”. His mum said lovingly.

 After a rushed breakfast, Jon was on his way. The more he walked, the more worried he felt. This was just like his dream and he was sure something was following him. He picked up his pace and hurried on his way to school. All the way with the sinking feeling that this had not only happened in his dream.

Jon didn’t retain much of what happened that day at school. He was thinking about the dream and what parallels it shared with that morning’s events. He was so preoccupied he didn’t notice when the bell went, and was left in the classroom alone. Or was he?

Looking around the dully lit room Jon saw shadows creeping across the walls. In his hurry to get up and out he knocked his desk over. It hit the ground. Silently, no noise what so ever.

Jon stared at the desk, at the shadows and then he ran, out of the classroom and out of the building. He kept running, out of the school gates. Jon stared to run but it was hard something or someone was slowing him down hampering his progress holding him back. He turned. He stood facing the school his fear was bubbling up inside him. He knew that whatever it was, it was in the school. Somewhere lurking in the shadows. Of the feeling he had felt in the classroom, on the street and in his dreams only a small amount of the power still lingered, he could tell that now he was out of the school grounds. He could still feel the strength of it although weaker it was calling him beckoning for him to return into the school. It was calling him. He did not think it wanted to kill or hurt him at least not straight away. There was something else it needed him? What it wanted he did not know, but he knew that he must answer its call. It was important.

He had to be prepared

He slowly headed back into the school grounds. He waited for some indication of where he should go. He spotted a shadow hovering by one of the new school buildings. He headed off in the direction of the shadow, slowly at first and than faster as he felt the pull of the energy. The closer he got to the power the more defined the shadow got, as if taking a solid shape, but that’s impossible Jon thought it’s a shadow they can’t be solid. Can they? The shadow took him past building after building. The further he went the less recognizable everything was. Places he’d seen for most of his young life were just shapes. The creature was confusing him, muddling his memories, or was it him. Maybe he was muddling his memories in an attempt to remember something long forgotten.

Jon walked on, the power was growing and the shadow was getting very solid. They were walking to what looked like a shed. The shed was emitting a green light. It was radiating so much power that Jon found it hard to walk. On either side of him shadows were appearing, urging him on. The one that had been leading him had formed enough to open the shed door. Jon stood on the threshold of the door and looked at the nearly real shadow, it gave what could almost be a smile and pushed him in. Jon turned to face the creature. 

It was not what he had expected, it was a man, not very tall, about his size. He did not look scary, in fact he looked comforting, almost familiar. As Jon stared at him all the fear and apprehension drained away. The man spoke "Kyrant, you have returned to us at long last, it is so good to see you again, it time to go home .”

Jon was confused who was Kyrant?, the man must have made a mistake.

“Excuse me sir but I'm Jon, and who you?”

“I am Cryon from Zabiare a planet in Uraz Galaxy.” The creature spoke proudly. “And you are Kyrant, my long lost brother.”

“I am?” Jon said dumbfounded.