While I gaze at the stars

Hello.
Hello, boy.
...
...
Well, I suppose you know why am I here.
Hm... do YOU know why you are here?
Eh...
As I thought — and as those words left his mouth a complacent smile showed on his face.


—Don't get any closer, he needs that space.
—But, he seems blue.
—We all seem blue, and that's what it is now.
The shadow of the night took over the place. It was night after all, and the only lights as far as the eyes could see (from this room and any other room with a window in the house), were the street lights. Beautiful, anyway. He stood there at the living room, watching through the big window. The group of shadows that could barely be seen watched. Some in statical position, as if they witnessed a unique moment in history. Others impatiently moving, annoyed by not knowing what would happen. Eyes worried. Eyes wearing the shade of fear. Solemn eyes.
The creatures waited. And as one of the wise ones noticed, the boy looked at the stars. They were there, somehow, visible to human eyes.
—Hello darkness, my old friend...
Those who walked, stopped. It was the first time he spoke since he woke up that strange night.
—...I've come to talk with you again...
The tall figure, focused his eyes where the man looked. All the small stars, shining above. He knew what were those words. He knew the song.
Those who did not recognize the song at first looked at each other, in the hope of finding answers. A big four-legged creature silently wailed. It felt the sadness in the air, it felt the sadness of its master. That moment lasted for a incredibly fast eternity.
—Can't we do anything?
—We are already doing.
—What are we doing here? Watching as he crumbles in confusion?!
—We wait for orders. If I have to tell you what to do when someone needs some time to think, then you're better out for now. He took Daven to the portal. We protected him during the flight, during the travel. Strange things happened, things that weren't predicted. We did act by force where it was due. Now we wait, we plan, we follow master.
—Daven should be here.
—But he ain't. He was supposed to go somewhere else, maybe he is there, somewhere in the stars. Who knows.
—I don't believe in this thing of stars watching over us.
—When did I say you believed? The one who watches the stars now is him, not you. What matters is what he believes, or what he feels.
Even though they spoke in whispers, these last words were followed by a sigh that could be heard across the room. Right after it, a shameful silence, worried about disturbing he who watched the stars.
—Fools said I, you do now know, silence like a cancer grows...
Some sat at the sofa. Staring at the floor. None dared disturb, for even though confusion and a strange shadow of what would come next haunted them, there was still hope. "It does feel a bit frustrating, being able to destroy everything would be easier than having to rethink everything, yet again. But I guess this was the best way", those words echoed in the mind of a large, chain-wielding creature, whose lidless gray eyes could inarguably be spoken of as the most fixed at their master. Albeit the agressive look, the gaze showed compassion.
And the song came to an end.
The hulky four-legged minion crossed the silence, slowly. The others kept behind, watching. It stood at the left of its master, in a sleeping position, yet aware.
—What if he can't come back of this state? What if we stay in here forever?
Those words attracted two of the most anger ridden eyes that ever existed. It could be said, that for a short moment, a small part of the room got illuminated by a fiery red light. Clumsily, the two went away from the living room, a hand pressing furiously against an arm.
—What's the problem of staying here forever?
—We need to do something.
—THEN YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN, that we waited an eternity for master to come. And that master is human, so for him there is no ''forever'' in waiting terms.
A deep breath.
—Not only that, YOU ALSO FORGOT THAT WE'RE HERE FOR HIM, AND YOU ALSO FORGOT, THAT HE DEPENDS ON US, AS WE DEPEND ON HIM. And all that happened before. And entering the gates of hell, as one. I suppose you don't understand the importance of our mission, is that so?
—I just, don't quite u-understand.
—We help him, he helps us. What is the problem with that? What is the matter with you?
—I don't like this, what if he decides for the wrong path?
—Then we will go through the wrong path, and the end, we'll see what path shall we take. And we may end in the wrong place again. We may miss a holy thousand times. If that's what it takes, then we'll have it. You should have known better.
—I see...
Silence and darkness. A hundred eyes. A dozen stars.
—I think I'm sleepy again.
Loyalty nodded.


Are we shot dead this time? I can hear the noise and the confusion outside my head. I can feel the steps bombarding the ground, screams so distant it seems like a song held back.
I'm lying on the ground, stupid. Wondering what comes next. I see her face, also there, by my side, on the ground. She seems happy, somehow, as if her wounds don't affect her. I don't understand. Anything. Yet she smiles at me, in a shy way. I can hear what she says, but I can get the words accordingly. I should rise. A soft hand touches my cheek. She's still there, always there.
...
I don't understand.


Full steam ahead.