Future forgotten, a new beginning

Theo always felt different. Born abandoned by his parents and saved by kooky a ringmaster, he always thought life cursed him. Until he met his friend Seth, and for five yrs he thought they would

“What are you to fate to give you the chance to defy it?” A lone man stood at the precipice of a cliff, overlooking the landscape ravaged by dust and decay. No longer did the fields bear green grass but dirty sand, and the animals no longer roamed but left skeletal remains of where they once tread.

“My name is Theo!” The man hollered towards the sky, shaking his fist towards the gloomy clouds that formed a horned dragon’s head. He pointed a single finger towards its glowing yellow eyes. “And I don’t give a s**t about chance! You ruined my home!”

Seconds flew by in a heavy silence, and soon the air filled with a booming cackle�" feminine and harsh. “Then wake up little man! Take a chance�" and see.”

The man’s fist retreated hesitantly to his sides, and he blinked with a scowl forming slowly on his lips. Once, and then twice, he blinked, until the scenery of a dead landscape no longer consumed his view, and a bright new dawn blinded his vision.

The blue sky was filled with brilliant light, calm and peaceful, and the little boy lay peacefully on the trunk of a large oak tree. Gingerly he clawed at the ground, digging into the soft dirt, and pulling out green blades of grass covered in dew.

He looked up, spotting green fields as wide as the sea, barricaded by tall stone walls. Beyond those walls a dark cloud hung over the sky, and the wind breeze reeked of a rotten stench.  

The boy smiled as the stench morphed to the scent of spring.

“Why are you smiling like a fool Theo?” Another boy asked, a few paces standing in front of the boy called Theo. Theo averted his eyes lazily at him to stick out his tongue.

“Because it is a beautiful day.”

The boy recoiled, stunned, and wiggled his nose in discontentment.

 Compared to Theo, the boy looked like a mouse, dark in complexion with light dusted freckles across his cheeks. His auburn hair was slicked back, hiding under a leather cap while Theo’s was wild and free. They both wore trousers with suspenders, but the boys were well kempt�"neat. Theos’ trousers were a shade darker green, with patches of different colors and stitches to repair the holes. Both wore a white collared shirt underneath, and both had black boots. Theo’s boots were polished with mud while Seths boots bore a shine that reflected the clouds.

Theo stood up with a stretch and a yawn, his neck wrapped in a shawl of red that brushed gently against his back. He patted the top of the mousy boy’s head like an older brother and lightly chuckled. “Quit being slacked jaw, Seth” He looked towards the sun with a loud sigh. 

“It’s a pretty day.”

The mousy boy smacked Theo’s hand away, huffing as he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. 

“Yea, well.” A slight red tinted Seth’s cheeks as he turned away sheepishly. “Pretty day or no, it will go to waste if you stay there sleeping.” Seth started stepping down the hill and towards a bundle of makeshift tents. He pointed excitedly to a large, decorated tent pointing towards the sky like a mountain and squealed. “The strongarm said he had a new trick to show us, and you know the harpy right now is probably on my trail. Rotten cur, drowning in jewels I pay her and still won’t leave me be to enjoy the day.”

A smirk coiled on Theo’s lips as he rushed beside the smaller boy, interrupting his rant with a bump of his shoulders. His gaze shifted to the peaceful horizon and towards the dark clouds. 

“That cur is your mentor, Seth. She’s paid in jewels by your pa to keep you away from the rabble.” Theo checked him again and pointed his thumb proudly to his chest with a smug grin. “Rabble like me.”

“Young sir.” Seth mimicked with a slight drawl to his tone. “You cannot have fun and enjoy the day with your friends. You must remain here to die amongst the ancient tomes while I use my giant bosoms to sip my tea.”

Theo chuckled, and absentmindedly slowed his steps to a halt, deep blue eyes glazed with a sparkling glint. “Now you’re just being mean, can’t fault the woman for the gift Sol and Viridis gave her.”  A smirk formed across his face. “No matter how big.”

Seth brushed him off with a wave. “Overrated at best, muscle man is more impressive.”

Theo’s brows shot up, glaring curiously at Seth who started to ramble about the muscle man’s impeccable abs, and then he shrugged it off with a knowing smirk.

His smirk dropped as he murmured. “Would it be okay to just skip a day? Just to relax and enjoy the life given to us by Sol?” A second passed by, and a resounding smack on his head cut off his words.

He blinked, puzzled at Seth, and he rubbed the back of his head that started to ache. Seth quickened his pace towards the tents, his eyes focused on the tall stone walls across the horizon.

“In order to do that we’d have to be free, and a rich man can never see beyond the walls they set.”

“What?” Theo muttered, worried for his friend sudden ominous tone.

Seth glimpsed at him, his lips curling into a forlorn smile. “Maybe that’s why I like you Theo, maybe that’s why I’d rather goof off with you who see beyond the walls than study with a useless big chested cougar.”

Theo wiggled his nose, fighting off the itch of Seth’s displeasing words, and Seth set off in a sprint, with nothing but a chuckle following his wake.

“Don’t think too much Theo! You might catch a cold!” A mad trail of laughter faded with Seth’s shrinking form, and Theo chased after him in a sprint�" a goofy grin forming slowly on his lips.

Author's Note

This is the first part of the chapter; each chapter will consist of around 4 to 5 k words. Tell me what you think, share your thoughts theories or ire. This is based in a fantasy world similar to Victorian era. If you have any questions feel free to ask.