DreamBlue
Legacy Name: DreamBlue

Color

If white is purity, perfection, then they were sins for wearing it so shamelessly, so carelessly, so freely, as children of the light, as clear as porcelain and just as breakable it seems, completely cut from all the pain of this world, laughing at nothing, running across fields of green and over lakes of blue as the highness of their being carried them effortlessly over the depth of seas and the infinity of the sky. Their paws would always fly only inches above the ground, their wings fluttering, more like ribbons than actual flesh. They were creatures from over the clouds that moved above the surface of earth, bringing a glimpse of light into even the darkest of shadows. They had no names, or better said, their names couldn't pass living lips, they were not to be pronounced, had the ring of heaven and would never cross their constant, childish and innocent laugh.

Until they met a being that had lost all the hope and willpower they carried around, a chained being, a rotten creature, still alive but completely devoid of every single emotion beside distrust. He was called EarthGreen, and there was nothing anymore to bring him back. He had no soul to host feelings as they brushed past him. He had the eyes of resignation and frost, the face of pain and torture. Their laughters died.

They faced each other for a long time, the earthbound corpse and the free spirits. The two brothers freed him from his chains, hoping to break the seal that seemed to tie him to that spiritless state, but they knew somehow: he was not attached to anything else than the earth he was growing closer to every day, he was lacking something. He had no soul. He was, to be exact, nothing more than flesh and bone, fur and teeth and claws still razor sharp despite his state. He, locked away into the darkness of non-existence, was the only one to shatter their dream universe, he brought them down onto the earth with quite the rough landing. Just by looking at them, he had made them see how cruel this world could be.

Their existence may have lost its carelessness, but it had gained a goal: a soul. It would be their quest for the future, their dream so to say. They would give everything to find and bring back that lost soul that was now wandering around that world. But they had too much to learn and too little time to do so, as they met with the one who'd be their downfall and destruction. A scattered shred of a ripped soul, a broken piece that was seeking chaos and panic. VoidBlack was torture and destruction, pain and rage. No pure wings and white fur would save them from this disease as the demon ripped one brother to shreds, leaving the other untouched but stained with blood, blood that poured into him until his eyes caught it, blinding him, burning him from the pain of losing what was precious to him. All he had. He spent a whole night and day next to the corpse, and when dusk came, he rose to his feet and went, alone, to carry on his brother's dream.

The remaining one, left behind, opened his eyes to a dark blue approaching night and the faint silhouette of his one and only companion running from him. He felt the despair and understood just how much destruction this creature they had met had caused. Somehow, he knew he wouldn't die, there was not enough pain in death. He had become unable to dream anymore, had hit reality too hard and too fast, his scarred green eyes looking up at the dusky sky. He had lost his name, was no longer pure enough to pronounce it, couldn't even remember it, just like he could not carry that white fur. That night all around him would become his new name and color, just like the dream he no longer could hold onto. DreamBlue was born from despair.

When he finally found the strength to pull himself together, shocked at the weight of a body, of mortality, he turned back. He would find the soulless one, he would stand by his side and wait for hope to come back, just like the other would wait for his soul. He knew, if either of them came, then the other would be with him.

They are still waiting now, both silent, not sharing a single word, because words were futile to them. They were tied together by a bound that did not exist, andt yet it was there. It would always.