Mystry: Eric

The other two girls who I vaguely heard were called Niki and Cordelia (which was a pretty name, in my opinion) came into my room to tell me they were going outside to explore. They looked pretty cross: there were streaks of crimson in their auras (and no it wasn't anything like the scarlet of a lovestruck soul. Hang on a minute - why would it be?!)

I wondered why I wanted to think about the auras of the lovestruck. I lifted hand and saw that, entwined in the silver were thin scarlet ribbons. I blushed, even though no one was in the cabin other than me. Actually, I wasn't totally surprised that I was lovestruck: a golden aura signified such ... perfectness that this mystery guy would be everything any girl wanted. I briefly considered that someone else might end up fancying him. After all, he was cute. But no one else saw him as I did, so no one would know the extent of his wonderfulness. I sincerely hoped that this meant I was the only one interested. I couldn't face the prospect of competition. Who else had longed to find the golden guy for four years? I thought I deserved him.

Suddenly, I felt a little ... shift. In my mind. So subtle it was only in the dark (okay, less bright) recesses, but tangible nonetheless.

I found myself wanting to open the window to get some air. That was weird. The room was neither hot nor stuffy - in fact, it was at quite a comfortable temperature.

Curious and compelled by this odd desire, I stood up, walked over to the window and opened it. I found myself gazing into the black-as-night eyes of the guy with the golden aura.

"You," I breathed.

His brow furrowed slightly. "Me?"

I nodded, speechless from being helplessly captivated by the light around him. I didn't care that I was staring.

"Um, okay. My name's Eric. What's yours?"

"Mystry," I replied, barely noticing the sound of my voice. Perhaps his aura was hypnotic as well, though that of course was a ridiculous notion - someone's true self couldn't influence your will.

"Would you like to come on a walk with me?"

"A walk?" Again, I barely noticed I was replying.

"Yes - there's a cool forest that I want to explore... with you."

"With me?"

The boy looked confused. "Yes, with you. Look, could you stop repeating what I say? It's a bit annoying."

"Annoying?" I repeated, ignoring him.

The boy rolled his eyes and I felt a familiar shift in the corners of my mind. My mouth closed and I found I had nothing else to say.

"Let me help you climb out," he said.

I smiled and got myself into a rough sitting position on the window ledge (the window conveniently being one of those you lift up past another pane of glass), my feet dangling a few feet off the ground. I slid down, Eric catching me and steadying me as I dropped to the ground.

"Now, are you going to talk coherently if I let you or will I just have to rely on my ability to hear thoughts (one of my talents)?"

'I'll talk,' I thought, finally finding some ability to communicate.

A small shift in my mind and I was free to talk aloud again. By now, we had started walking towards a forest of fir trees.

"How d'you do that?" I asked curiously. "I mean, I know you're special, but what do you actually do to make me do stuff?"

The boy raised an eyebrow at the word 'special' but replied "I sort of send a message to your subconscious. It's like mind control."

"Oh, I see." I smiled. "So you're psychic and you can control my mind. Cool."

"You don't mind?" he asked, looking at me as if I were strange.

"I wouldn't mind if you were feared by the entire world," I said cheerfully.

"Why not?"

"Because you're special."

"Are you saying I'm mental?"

"No," I replied patiently. "I'm saying you're special. Individual, unique. But you're also special because you have a brilliant ... soul."

"Soul? You can see souls?"

"Not exactly - I can see auras. And yours is golden. And that's what I've always been looking for. A golden aura."

Eric frowned. "So what, you're going to steal mine?"

"No, I'm going to get to know you. I like you for having the golden aura."

"You barely know me."

"An aura says a lot about a person."

There was a sudden tiny, almost undetectable feeling of warmth in the air. Eric's aura shone a little brighter, though it had become fuzzy with confusion.

I sighed contentedly. "This walk will be so much fun. Why did you invite me, incidentally?"

Eric shrugged. "I guess you're special too."

I smiled at Eric and he gave half a smile though he looked more bewildered and confused than happy.

 Strings of my aura were entwining in his, like I had known they would.

The rest of the walk was in silence but I felt that during it, we communicated more than words ever could.

The End

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