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I couldn’t sleep that night… thinking. The more I remembered his actions and behavior, the more I thought that young man couldn’t possibly be the Harbinger. So why did the ring prove me wrong at every turn?
My gaze swept the bay visible through the window—I had finally decided it was the best way of commuting, no matter how strange it was for me. It took me well over a sun-hour to get to the worship dungeon on foot, while riding the bus only took about twenty sun-minutes. And thanks to the kindness of the driver yesterday, now I had a free pass.
Rubbing my thumb over the ring, I noticed the threads of light become brighter the closer we got tohim, and the conversation I had overheard echoed in my ears. He was sick, dangerously so, based on his response to the blood being gone, but I still didn’t understand how that was even possible. Our people got hurt and died, yes, we weren’t immortal, but we had an incredibly resilient ability to heal. The illnesses that consumed this world didn’t exist in ours because our environment was pure.
Our Dragons strengthened us, our way of life kept us healthy, even our water and food purified us.Food...
My stomach folded within itself at the reminder. The fruits and breads I had brought for my journey were gone as of two days ago. I had never expected it would take me this long to find him and ask him to come back with me. I clearly had no idea what I was going to encounter here, with this being my first time crossing over into the Mirror World. I had been unprepared.
“Stop here, please! Stop!” I yelled, suddenly realizing we were passing the Harbinger’s dungeon. Everyone turned to me as though I was crazy—not the first time—but the man before me pressed a red button on the wall and a sound binged through the bus. It stopped right after. “Thank you!”
Jumping off, I walked towards the people waiting for the light to cross the road, passing a man who sat at the corner. He wore many different clothes at the same time to cover from the cold, like me, but they were dirty, and his hair seemed unkempt and disheveled. I didn’t know why he was sitting there, but his face spoke of need and exhaustion.
“Are you okay?” I asked, crouching in front of him.
His eyes slowly shifted to me, and he lifted a cup filled with coins. Coins! Under another circumstance, I would have been happy to finally recognize something from my world. Though ours were gold not silver. Yet, he seemed so sad. I quickly understood he was asking me for some, but I hadn’t brought any with me.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have coins.”
Nodding, he looked down, shuffling them with his fingers as though to count them, and my chest constricted. Pulling out the pass that allowed me to get on the bus without valuable paper, I handed it to him.
“It’s the only thing I have.” I pointed to the bus; other people were getting on it. “It lets you ride it for free.” It probably wasn’t much, but it might help him some, and I didn’t mind walking.
Smiling, he took it and placed it in his pocket, but the sadness engulfing his eyes never really left him. The sight tore my heart, and I finally understood the driver’s words.Homeless. There were people here who, like this man, didn’t have a shelter, and the realization both enraged me and left me brokenhearted. In my world, my family had always made sure everyone had shelter and food.
