Haven: Riley and Tarik
So. I lost touch with New Zyra, so I'm coming up with a new story. This is the backstory of two of the main characters. This is more of an event that trigges thinfs to come. Realms, along with other details, eill be explained in the next few backstories.
"I-I don't... I don't wanta go, Rhy," the boy squeaked, shaking like a leaf in the arms of an older figure.
He was dying. His younger brother was dying in his arms, and he had not been there to help him, or his family.
"T-Tarik, d-don't speak, I-I'll get he-," Riley started, hardly masking the crack of his voice. The older's arms had grown moist and warm with a liquid he dared not try to guess. All he was focused on was the frightened, dying boy in his arms.
Ashes danced around Rhy and Tarik, like orange butterflies becoming entangled in the web of night, extinguishing when the cool embrace of winter claimed the soft-lit glows. The place the two had called home was set ablaze, crumbling and fading into the soil as the once-proud house was consumed by the flame he once saw as a symbol of comfort. He had already stumbled over his parents, or what was left of them, before reaching his younger brother, Tarik. For two hours he had been gone, and in those two hours, he saw no sign of this ever happening.
Tarik gurgled.
"Rhy, I'm scared," the younger cried, mustering what was left of his fading energy to talk to his brother one last time.
"I-I am too, p-please don't leave me..." the older begged. His stomach turned as he felt his brother turn his head into his arms.
"I'm cold Rhy... I'm getting sleepy..."
"Tarik? Listen to me."
"Mnnh?"
"I will find you, in the next Realm, I will find you. Be strong."
"nhh..Riley...?"
Riley inhaled shakily, his voice audibly quivering, "Yes?"
Tears streamed down both thier faces, but they dared not show each other, trying to be strong for the other.
"I'm...gonna...miss...miss you"
Tarik sighed, and went limp.
"Tarik?"
"Tarik! TARIK, NO!"