Stoyan felt the soft light as he opened his eyes. A series of memories flowed through his head, he was transported into a different world and had to fix the story and kill the darkness. Stoyan took the body of a young beggar, who had died during the winter when he was caring for his mom who passed away and twin sisters Lara and Lila.
"You're alive! You're alive! Please don't go, we'll be good so you don't have to worry about us too much. Just don't go." Two girls cried holding his hand. Stoyan stared at the girls, one had long yellow hair and looked rougher while the other was cleaner and more timid.
Lara was the rough one and on the other hand Lila was timid, the boy thought as he tried to think of what to say. He knew the girls meant the world to the former owner of the body. "Don't worry I won't abandon you but you must hold your own weight from now on. Ok?". Stoyan tried to lift his voice to set a good tone as he patted their heads. He never talked to someone younger than him or his age. Even with his real family, he was the type to stay in his room watching TV rather than playing with others. He had a cold heart but it was not made of stone, he wouldn't abandon two young children.
Stoyan searched the area, he was in a small house. "Well, more like an oversized dog house," Stoyan thought. It had no doors and barely any roof. The walls were made from scraped up wooden planks and rags, it was so poorly built that light shined though the big cracks. "I must have gone back in time since there's no sign of anything electronic. Wait, this area, I read about it in my books." Stoyan remembered that in old fantasy books there would sometimes be a place located within the towns were the poor and homeless made homes and lived but their social standing was lower than a dog's. The boy started wondering what to do. He knew he had no clue of what or where the darkness was and with his standing he would never get any necessary information.
Stoyan was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize the slow pair of hands reaching out from behind to give him a hug, a hug that only a bear can give.
" Erie! I knew you wouldn't die. You have that stupid habit of coming back from the dead.". A boy with an intimating height had his hand over Stoyan, laughing with a kind of mysterious yet heart-warming grin. He was dark-skinned with claws with big sharpened teeth accompanied, with messy hair that gave no signs of ever being brushed. To put it simply, he had the qualities of a panther.
Stoyan now understands that there is more than just the human race and also questioned who the hell is Erie, was it the body's former name? He knew he had something down there and the twins referred to him as big brother so why a girl's name?
"It's been a while um... Tony, anyways of course I won't die that easily. I still have to take care of my sisters. Also, Tony I have been thinking the name Erie is kind of weird, Can you call me Stoyan from now on?" Stoyan tried his best to hide his weirded out expression with a face smile which made him look like a drug dealer. Tony stared at him for a while then grabbed his hand. " Ok. OK. I get it, just stop with the weird face. You may not have noticed but you've been making them the whole time. Anyways, let's head to the kaden. We can show the others that ya aren't dead on are way.".
Tony's mouth never stopped moving on the way there, he was greeted by everybody. It seemed like all the beggars knew Tony and him for always being together but Tony was the one who definitely lit up the place.
"Hey stop spacing out, were here. Look down." Tony taped Stoyan's shoulder and pointed to a lake at the bottom of the hill they stood on. It was a small lake but there were moving yellow lights that glowed within the lake. " Wow, they look just like stars." Stoyan was amazed at the beautiful site.
'I'm glad you liked it but sadly that's not really why I brought you here, I had to get you away from the others, so you won't hurt the twins, and we won't cause a ruckus. Now who the hell are you?" Tony's perfect tone of voice suddenly altered into a deep heart-stopping growl. Stoyan knew that Tony was ready for a fight as the more he growled his body started becoming more refined and his claws got sharper by the second.
At times like this Stoyan regrets not hanging with his own age because if he did he would know that a fourteen-year-old is much smarter and stronger than they look.