It was blood. It was raining blood. Castor started to walk faster and so did I. What was happening? Was this a wake up call from God? Or something else. D*mn, neither of those options sounded good.
We reached a small cafe in the middle of a bookstore and a bakery. We sat down in a secluded booth, and panted,catching our breaths. It was a long walk after all.
" What was that? Do you know?" I urgently asked Castor. He looked uncomfortable, that meant he definitely knew something. Probably more than he should. I stared down for a minute or so, then he broke. He sighed,
" Fine it's a long story." He looked hopeful that I would not want to hear it. Nope.
" We have time," I gestured to the blood rain outside. He deflated. He took a deep breath, and when I said deep I mean deep. Like yoga deep.
Then he looked up to me and started.
" It started long ago when Pura was first made. Pura is a universe created by humans. It started when humans started creating there own gods. They became real in Pura. Then they created heroes like, Perseus or Achilles. They became real in Pura as well. Then imaginary friends were made. They populated Pura and they became the citizens. Everything was peaceful until the People of
Pura decided they needed a ruler. Let me explain something to you, some minds are twisted and vile. Even killers had imaginary friends as well. Those ones were born in Pura as well-" He stopped speaking as I stopped him. There were a few things I didn't get.
" So, what about magic and stuff? What about how you guys are created and all that?" I asked him.
" Well, in the beginnings of Pura we were made of humans creativity, but now since creativity is rare with all the technology to do it for humans, we had to find another way. Now we are born and made just like humans, but we look like angels until we get a human then they design us to look like what their imagination desires. Then we grow like normal humans. Then when we die we get reborn again to be our human's imaginary friend in our next life. For your other question we all get magic. Light or dark depends on the human we get, and how powerful we are depends on our parents and how much we train our magic." He explained. Oh, so that's how it worked. He asked if he could continue and I said yes.
" Okay so, the humans with sick and twisted minds made sick and twisted imaginary friends. They had dark magic. Very dark magic. In the early days of Pura was the Roman Empire. One emperor was born. He was nicknamed Caligula in childhood. His imaginary friends' names were Drusilla and Amadeus. Drusilla was beautiful and had light magic. Amadeus was dark and twisted. He had the darkest magic of all. When Caligula's actual sister Drusilla died, Drusilla the imaginary friend died with her. Caligula was pushed over the edge became fully insane and Amadeus egged him on. Whispering in his ear. Amadeus was insane as well, becoming more and powerful. His anger fueled by the sun, always reminding him of his bright sister. He set out to destroy the light. Destroy all that was pure. Destroy Pura and make it something dark and evil. Amadeus one day became the most powerful figment, that's what we call citizens of Pura, to wield dark magic, so he started his plan to take over Pura. One day at a market in Hermes, the trade capital, he met a beautiful woman, even more beautiful than his sister. More pure. She had white hair and golden eyes, an elven like face. She was perfect. He fell in love. So, he hunted her. Slowly she fell for him and one day they got married and she became his queen. Soon after that Amadeus took over Pura. He reigned for years after that until. The light figments of Pura revolted. A figment came along and his name was Marcus. He had some of the most powerful light magic you had ever seen and after a long war. Marcus won and became the new king of Pura. He locked Amadeus in a rift in between reality and imagination. Amadeus had a sign. It was blood rain. Meaning his prison must have loosened. He sent his sign to let us know he is coming, and he wants revenge."
He finished his story and I looked at him. We had identical looks on our faces.
This was not good. Not good at all....