Ruffled black hair reaching down to cover his eyes. A black tracksuit worn around his frail body. Kyrsil's appearance was out of place in the sandy shores of this pure island.
Kyrsil looked up at the blue sky while listening to the calming waves. The expression on his covered face was serene, calm even. But that was just because he didn't know how to think of this situation.
Was he dreaming? Was he dead and this was the afterlife? He had no idea where he was. He had already pinched himself hard, making his cheek turn red. The pain was as real as it could be.
"Where am I?" He said with obvious confusion while absentmindedly looking at the clouds move slowly in the sky.
The world seemed silent as Kyrsil quietly sat down on the white sand. He felt empty, not at all caring for his current predicament. It was that he did not care about his situation, it was that why should he care? There was no point at all. It wasn't like he could even survive a situation like this in the first place.
"All the survival games I've played. All for nothing.... I didn't like that genre anyways." He said quietly with a soft sigh.
"But then again, this isn't a game in the first place. It's not like I have a system or something." Kyrsil closed his eyes. A feeling deep within him wanting to escape.
The feeling of asking for help, the feeling of helplessness. He just wanted to cry and scream for his parents to help him. But he knew they couldn't. He was alone for the first time in his life, with no one to support him.
"Since when have I been alone...? This is the... the first time. My parents where always within reach.... I had my online friends to rely on too." He said, his voice quivering.
Humans where, after all, social creatures. No matter what trauma he had. No matter how he denied it. No matter how he tried to escape from it. The feeling of loneliness was something any human would have a hard time accepting.
Titles such as introverts, loners, or outcasts were mearly just titles. To work together, live together, survive together. It was the instinct, the purpose of humanity.
Looking at the dazzling waters of the ocean reflect the sunlight from their blue body. Kyrsil said, a feeling of loneliness and desperation escaping his mouth:
"Humans are social creatures... Huh."
"Please... help... me."
As the words were slowly engulfed by the cool ocean breeze, Kyrsil felt something inside of him well up. From his heart, it moved to his right eye. Becoming emotional, he thought it was tears, but it wasn't. What came out of his eye was blood. Trickling down his cheek, it's crimson hue fresh, it's temperature still hot.
"Blood..." He said softly.
"Blood! Ah!" Then he screamed.
Terror and confusion filled his face as the blood dripped down, staining his tracksuit. He quickly leaped up from the sand, touching his right eye in a panic. His hands were shaking, his breathing was heavy.
'What's happening!? Am I going to die!?' He screamed in his mind. Too scared to even speak a word.
The feeling he felt earlier began to appear again. His heart where the feeling originated began to heat up, making his heartbeat loud and fast. His brain began to burn up, making him feel like he was about to collapse right then and there. Finally, his right eye began to heat up too, this one hurt. It hurt so much that he screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kyrsil screamed. A bloodcurdling shriek for help as he collapsed in the sand. Rolling in agony.
"Help me! Anyone!" He screamed again, but the only response were the sounds of the waves and the breath of the air.
He clutched his right eye, feeling like it would pop out of his eye socket right there. Blood continued gushing out, leaving his through the gaps in his fingers and drenching the white sands with them. What followed the blood were tears of pain.
Unimaginable horror felled upon his mind as he felt something deep within him again. Something within him was beginning to change. He could feel it, it was on the backside his right eye.
"Mama... Papa..." He said quietly. As it was the only thing he could do. Although it was futile to ask for help now.
The next moment, Kyrsil screamed again. This one was louder than any scream he screamed before. His mind couldn't handle the pain and he felt his consciousness slipping.
He accepted that fact and fell unconscious. In the embrace of sleep, he couldn't feel what happened next.
His right eye, covered in tears and blood shaked and moved without his control before rolling back into his skull, strands of flesh spew out of his eye socket as his right eye fully turned, revealing it's backside to the world. It revealed another eye, this one devoid of any color. Its pale pupil was covered in strange markings, like that of words. As a few moments passed, the new eye absorbed the strange markings into itself. Shortly after, the pale pupil became brown, the original color of his old right eye. It was indestinguishable from his original one.
Silence soon returned to the white sands of this lonely island. The waves continued to move, as did the clouds in the sky and the sun in it.
Time passed with Kyrsil none the wiser. The sun slowly came down, making the ocean become orange with it's passing. The moon and the stars came and the day passed, quietly and peacefully.
*****
The next morning came. Hearing the calming waves drag along the shore, Kyrsil slowly woke up. With a mumble, he supported himself up with his arms, using his right hand to clutch his right eye. His faced turned sour as he felt a splitting headache bombard him. He slowly opened his right eye. And as it slowly adjusted to the sunlight, Kyrsil saw something he didn't expect would ever happen.
With the vision of his right eye, what greeted him were words of greetings. Floating words were hanging in the air, spelling out the words:
"Pathfinder Kyrsil Morrens"
"Continue"