The Colours of Soldiers

Angie blinked at the man’s words. Wait? For him? She was baffled by the request. Why did he want her to wait? She couldn’t understand it……but she couldn’t bring herself to leave from that spot even after he’d gone. She sighed and settled down on a nearby pedestal of stone to wait, playing idly on her phone.

Hearing that voice again once she noticed she’d been approached, she looked back up at the stranger…unsurprised to see him in what appeared to be a swimsuit at first glance, but she quickly realized……it wasn’t. Her face suddenly flooded with color, brown eyes wide as she promptly looked away, avoiding looking at the man, shocked. “I……u-um……uh……!”

The King blinked confusingly as he watched as she looked away from him. His smile had faded into confusion as he looked at how she looked away from him like she was avoiding looking at him. Oh! Was it because she didn’t remember who he was? Maybe he looked different without wearing his clothes. It was unusual for him to dress differently even at the castle. So perhaps she didn’t know who he was and that he was a stranger.

Oh that is a lot of words. The King thought as he could already feel his head spin from trying to understand what the other was saying by that he had to go to Fifth Street that was near Tino’s diner. But that wasn’t where it ended as he kept asking more questions. Not that Black minded at all as he kept on smiling even when he felt like he was dying. It was fine. He was getting information and that was more than what he could have hoped for.

“Theater?” The man smiled and then laughed as he placed a hand behind his head. “Do I really stand out that much?” He then watched as the man reached into his bag to pull out a water bottle. Well, Black was confused at the contraption—this was water? He thought with interest, but still gave his attention towards the man helping him in order to be respectful. Even though he understood what the man was saying, he was still having a hard time understanding what was happening. Mono? Oh he was a scout? He was in the military? Was there a battle nearby?

      Underneat the cloak, fingers were nervously fiddled with together.     Just how much has Henry gotten himself into? Now, he’s stuck here      for god knows what and he has now knowledge of this planet. He       turned his head up when he heard the other muttering to himself.                              An Orange soldier?      What in the hell is going on here…. “I’m sorry…but I have to refuse.”    A shake of his head to emphasize his answer. “I…I don’t know what’s     going on…and I don’t want any part of this.”

    Once he felt it being pacified, Henry let out a quiet sigh. “You’re…      going have to find someone else…for whatever you’re planning       about.” 

The white haired man chuckled, deep from his chest, as he heard that he was going to have to find someone else for his plan. A plan that he did not develop fully, but his thoughts were stopped when he, the king, was told what to do. Of course, the other did not know that he was a King—but it was fairly fucking obvious. The white haired male stared at Henry with unblinking white eyes, and only chuckled to himself like Henry had just made a joke.

“You the fuck told you that you had a choice?” The King spoke in a cheerful tone as if he was giving a tour of his living room. He still smiled as he thought that Henry had made a joke. His words were obnoxious, and perhaps if he would have been good, this unfortunate event would never have happened. Maybe if Henry had just agreed to whatever White wanted he could have avoided this.

“Just shut up before you dig yourself more into a hole.” The King spoke as he used his power to use the light from the sun to manipulate the particles into create what felt like a vice grip around Henry’s throat. White had kept the pressure on the man’s throat, but released after a few moments. He did not want to kill him—just make sure that he was going to shut up for good. This man was annoying. That was the only thought that was going in his head as he began to cancel out the feelings that he was gaining from being around the other.

Yet as he continued to have the same run of voices in his head telling him that he was annoying, he had started to toy with Henry in order to get a different thought in his head. He snapped his fingers to take away Henry’s sight. Not that it was his actual sight, it was just the lack of seeing visible light. It wasn’t like Henry needed to see.

       Eetra? A whole new planet? Oh great… What has Henry exactly     gotten himself into it? Well, at least it hadn’t been it’s fault but Henry       is able to feel it stirring within his body. It’s adaptable despite this      whole new environment. Henry shrank back when he heard soldiers      approaching them.       “…I do.” Henry’s trust is very shaky at best and he’s more on guard    than before. He’s attempting to calm the presence within him. The last     thing he needed is a full on battle that is easily preventable. Henry’s      internally whispering to it to be calm…     In the meantime, Henry’s walls, thanks to his own empathy, has been      up for the other to encounter. It’s a constant state thanks to what his       ( passive ) instincts are wanting him to do.       He wets his lips nervously as he looked this way and that. It would    appear that he’s looking for an escape but for now, he’ll be cooperative.

     “How…How do I return back home?” he asked with a tinge of hope.     “I don’t…mean to harm or bother anyone. I just..want to go back home.”      And sleep, perhaps. Go on in a pseudo coma just to have some rest. 

Well this was annoying. The white haired male thought as he could feel the increase of dread coming from Henry. He had reached up to put his thumb and pointer finger on his temple to help stop the headache that was beginning from interacting with someone that had emotions. He knew it was becoming worse with the soldiers approaching so once they were in view, the king held a hand up to tell them to back off. Something they were glad to do. They knew that they needed to protect the king, but the king was also an all powerful being. Perhaps it was better to do just what he wanted.

Thus the soldiers had turned away to go at a decent distance away from the two of them. This had at least allowed White to deal with one person’s emotions instead of a group.

      Nightmares plagued him left and right and it threatened to    have his mind in an abyssal loop. His sanity has the potential       to fall right here and now and Henry’s certain that it would    have hadn’t it been for his eyes finally opening. He gasped,      the hole bordered by a rune sigil disappearing in a blink       of an eye.         A cloak completely obscuring his figure, the hood up so only     the lower half of his face is seen. Where…was he? Henry held a    breath as he scanned the marvelous location. This was amazing!     This is something Henry has only read in fantasy novels. His    gaze then shifted over to the person approaching him. Whoever      he was…           ….he emitted some power that slightly rattles Henry. 

     His hand, unseen to the other, rose up to his chest as Henry    gazed at him from the shadowed hood. “…No,” he answered in     a low, soft voice. “I…I kept having nightmares. Real…bad       ones and now…here I am.”     He wondered if it had any intentions in sending him to some    faraway land but he doubted it. Why would it? For what purpose?    Henry withdrew himself, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by      the environment and completely confused. 

This was not the Orange solider, and he was not a solider in any sense. The White King stared at the other as he spoke. Speaking on how he had no idea. That he was having nightmares and now he was here. This man really had no idea what had happened to him. He had no idea where he was. Had no idea if he was going to be killed right now or if he was in some fantasy world. The King couldn’t help but crack a smile, and let out a soft laugh. Turning his head to the side and chuckle at how Henry was overwhelmed by what he was seeing.

White kept his distance from the other, but he moved towards the side to have a better look at Henry. His empathy power was working on feeling Henry’s emotions, but it was something that White was suppressing as best as he could. He was attempting to not lash out at the other—obviously one of his better days. A better day where he was interested in this person. Perhaps he was even useful on being able to find the Orange solider.

Perhaps he should have become a hermit. The King thought to himself as he stood at his balcony. The window to his room was open and he was looking towards the garden that was behind his palace. The palace floated above, and the garden was on the ground, but it was thick enough for the King to look at it to see how the flowers were doing. It was something for him to look at as he felt the rays of the hot sun beat down on his skin. He felt his royal jacket heat up, and instead of suffocating him like it would for most—it warmed him like a blanket. The King enjoyed being in the heat because it was the light of the sun that he needed to be in.

The King let out a groan of annoyance as he thought about his day previous to this moment. Meeting with the senate, filing paperwork, and calling presidents and royalty from other countries. He had only worked for three hours so far and it was exhausting. Talking to so many people was something that he could only do for maybe an hour a day—so he felt that he was pushing himself to talk for this long. Even though he had to do it every day. He was in fact the King. It was only when he was unstable that he wasn’t able to get out of the room.

The White King moved to put his hands on the balcony, and tilted his head down to let the sunlight hit his neck and hair. He had a few moments of his peace until he heard a noise. His eyes looked towards the garden, and he stood up straight to watch what was unfolding. He had saw a black spot located near a fountain, and before long the spot had forced a figure into the fountain. Then the spot disappeared. The King watched the ordeal, and knew exactly what had happened. A portal had opened up and brought someone into his kingdom.

In a moment the King had turned away from his balcony to make his way out of the room, and towards the garden. He was rushing, but in a dignified manner in order to not alert one of the guards that something was wrong. For he did not want anyone to find out about the portal, and if this was a solider. He needed to find out by himself without someone annoying him.

Quickly, The King arrived in the garden and walked towards the fountain to have a better inspection of who this was. Was a solider? It was possible, but it was not the solider he was looking for. White thought as he stared at the one in his fountain.

For almost three years now, Yellow had been attempting to track down the Orange solider. The solider that had the ability to create portals to different universes or worlds. He wasn’t exactly sure why the White King was in search of the solider, but it was the task that Yellow had taken up. Yellow was first sought out to search for the solider due to his power of being able to get the job done faster. Not that it really helped when it was searching for a needle in a haystack. Sure there weren’t that many soldiers in the world, but there was an awful lot of land to comb through.

Yellow’s thought process was to follow the portals that were being created randomly over the world. He wasn’t able to get to every single one, but due to him being able to move so quickly he was able to get to the aftermath of the portal quick enough. Most of the time it was a citizen that was teleported and never heard of again. These portals would be created within a minute and dispense the person in the next. It was quick, and thus Yellow had to be quick to catch when it was happening. And after three years he was able to predict when and where the portals were going to be open.

Which is what Yellow was doing now as he sat in a tree looking down at the spot in the park where the next portal would show up. There were a few citizens walking around, and a few kids playing around in which any moment they could be sucked into the portal but Yellow was not about to warn them of the danger. Instead he just watched from the trees to see what was about to happen.

And what happened in just a moment was a black hole opening up, shooting someone out of the portal, and then it closed in the next moment. Yellow raised an eyebrow at what had just happened while the citizens stopped what they were doing to look at the new person that just entered their world. None of them understood what had just happened, but Yellow had some idea as he jumped down from his spot to land next to the person.

It had been a long night for the young prince. He had been running around the city to attend to errands, listen to the senate come up with ideas of what they want to see happen, and look after his brother who was having an episode today. It was late into the night when he finally wanted to go to bed—that was until his father called upon. His father had made him run some more errands for him that lasted until the sun had begun to rise. The prince had sighed once more as he opened the door to his bedroom. It was a titanic bedroom with grey walls and marble flooring. His bed was the largest item that had grey covers draped over.

Grey had stared at the bed that he longed to be on. It called to him as he begun to take off his royal jacket to toss on to the ground. He begun to take off his button down, but as he unbuttoned the last button he had stopped. There was a black spot that had appeared on the ground that had begun to reveal a person. Well—more like it spat out a person on to his floor and then left. It was quick, and Grey could barely understand what was happening until the person was left on his floor.

Oh he was too tired for this. Grey thought to himself as he put his thumb and finger on his temple to rub it to concentrate. “Was that a portal?”  The man questioned as he then put down his hand to look at the person and his awareness was starting to come back as his adrenaline kicked in.

It was another battle in the Black Kingdom. Another battle that he hated due to the raining that was pouring down on their pop-up. The pop-up was a station that could be activated if put on the ground, and the walls were white with blue electricity running through the system. It was pristine, sleek, and left enough room for one person to roam around and a sleep pod. The Soldiers were given these pop ups while the actual soldiers were given a type of advance tend—still nowhere near as good as the pop up.

Brown had been standing in front of a desk as he looked at the pile of reports that appeared on the screen of his desk of missing soldiers, those that were dead, and where the last seen Soldiers of the Black Kingdom were. He had been staring at the reports for hours before he had heard someone bang on his door. He looked towards the door that had then opened and one of his underlings had walked on in. Dripping in water from the rain.

“Sir. There’s something that you need to see.” The transparent man spoke as Brown had begun to follow the solider outside in the rain. They had walked up the hill that the soldiers were camping out, and had walked towards a spot near the woods where there were four soldiers stationed around a figure. The figure, to him, looked like it was someone that was a Solider. Was it someone from the Black Kingdom? Brown had started to run towards the group of soldiers and figure. He had pushed them out of the way to look at the person that was forced onto their knees in the mud, and was handcuffed by their technology behind their back.

“Sir. We found this Solider coming out of a portal. We cannot identify the Solider.” The soilders without faces spoke and that made Brown nod. He had never seen this Solider before in his life. Brown took a step forward to the person.

Sometimes, there was no rhyme or reason as to why the universe decided to punish someone. Perhaps this person had done a heinous crime, perhaps they were a murder. That would be the only logical explanation of why a black portal had decided to take in a victim to bring them to the world of citizens. A world where there were many things to love, but also many things to fear. One of them was a being that was both. A being that many had learned to fear, and one that was falsely loved. A King who had been standing out in his backyard. He was alone, and he was feeling the sunlight on his skin. It was one of his rare moments that he was taking to relax. There was no one that was around him, and that dulled the pain of conversing with others.

Instead he could feel the sunlight on his arms as he rolled his jacket up. His eyes clothes, and his head leaned back to feel the sun on his face. There was a light breeze today, and the grass was a beautiful shade of bright green from the nice weather. It was serene for the king.

That was until he had heard the sound of a portal opening. He did not move from his spot for a moment, but after that moment he had lowered his arms to roll down his jacket. His eyes opened, and he turned his attention directly to the portal that had spat out a human in an uncultivated manner. The white haired male moved as if he was walking above the grass, and his movement was that of a god. His clothes moving only slightly as he walked, and there was a glow that was coming off of him—it was soft and subtle but it was there.

“There should be some bathing suit changing places around here, could use them.” Stepping away from the wall, she started to look around only to point at a public rest room/bathing suit changing place. “You can change in there, just use one of the changing stalls.”  Oh, he was just fueling her suspicion, she would have to consult the coven or ‘mother’ about high magic use later. “Lynn, Massachusetts. Kings Beach to be exact. Anything else I can help you with…?” 

“Not at this moment, but thank you for offering.” The King responded as he pulled on his collar. His mind was starting to become one track in order to get out of his clothes as fast as possible. He felt that with each moment he was going to die from the heat. “Thank you for your time.” Black nodded towards her before heading towards the building where he could change. There wasn’t much that he could do though since he didn’t have anything on him other than a few specs of gold.

Once in a stall, he had took off his jacket along with his shirt to reveal his bare chest. That was already making him feel relief, but the next was to remove his trousers that were of a heavy fabric. He had took them off to add to the pile on his arm but it left him in his boxers. The only logical explanation that he had to fix this problem was to add shadows down his legs to have them look like skinny jeans—well more like leggings. He couldn’t recreate the look of fabric, but he could cover his legs without showing anything off.

“Oh. That is fine. I just need a place to properly undress.” The King spoke as he thought to the fact that he had no money to buy clothes. He had traveled to a different world or planet, and he was sure that they were not going to take the kind of money that he had. In which was gold and rubies—in his kingdom that was at least what they used. He had a few pieces of gold on him but it was most likely worthless here. Black thought as he just needed to take off his coat and do something about his pants.

“Thank you. I will be back, if you do not mind waiting for me.” There was more that Black had wanted to talk about, and more that he wanted to thank her for telling him where to go—but he was starting to feel like the sun was putting pressure on him. His black attire was soaking in all the heat, and it was making him dizzy. Not to where he was going to pass out, but he was sure he was on his way there unless he found a way out of his clothes.

He turned to go towards the building that was a large restroom. Black entered a stall to do his best to get rid of his coat, but it left him with a long sleeve black button down that he had then removed to leave him without a shirt. He had then worked on his pants—but there wasn’t much that he could do. He could either rip them—or wear his underwear. Well---they were at a beach.

In the next ten minutes, Black had walked out of the building and towards the girl. He couldn’t help but view her as a child due to where he was from all children were around her height, but he had to reason with himself that she may be much older. He carried his clothes in his arms—while he wore some fancy slacks on his feet and nothing but black boxers. Sure it covered like a bathing suit—but it was clear that they were made out of cotton instead of a stretchy material.

But he was feeling much better.

“Excuse me.” Came the voice of a man that was entirely out of place. A sunny beach on a scorching day, wearing a full Victorian king uniform. He looked like he was straight out of a Victorian painting or a Disney movie that went extra on the detail. It was clear that he was uncomfortable with his perfect hair beginning to stick to the side of his face, but he was still trying to keep his composure as he was practically dying.