Making
his way past countless of seemingly stationary vehicles - all of which
seemed to not have a clue of what just went by them. Squeezing his way
past traffic, from cars, to motorcycles and even trucks, he smiles as he
realizes that he's just like a blurr to them - a Red Wind so to speak.
It almost feels like home.
Almost.
He's
now in another land far from his home, far away from all the sorrows
that he left behind. Exploring new sights and sounds and at the same
time, seeing more of the same, the Red Wind slowed down upon seeing a
signage. He was nearing his exit from the highway and started to become
visible. Running at a comfortable and relaxed pace, he his thoughts
wandered a bit on past events: the betrayal, forgiveness and
reconciliation with the White Queen; the close call with the Black
Beauty; his transformation from the Red Knight into the Red Wind; his
whirlwind story with the Yellow Damsel; his "accidental" rescue of a
Blue Angel; and so many more...
Returning to reality, he found
himself lined up at the toll booth. Paying his fee when his turn came,
he started to pick up speed as he left. He has a destination to reach
and has to reach it soon - the sooner the better.
#
Listening
to
the waves as it hit the posts of the pier, she was exploring a foreign
land, so different from the land of her birth yet similar in so many
ways. Leaning at the side of her car, she couldn't help but smile at
recent events; exploring the world with her navigator - her best friend -
meeting new people, and a chance encounter. Closing her eyes, she
recalled what happened:
In spite of his rather bright color, he was just part of the crowd, minding his own business.
She would occasionally cross paths with him, sometimes meeting glances with him.
And then, she was lost. Not even her navigator was able to help.
Not
knowing what to do, and as if on cue, a Red Wind stopped by and helped
them - no longer just another face in the crowd. Meeting up with the
Dark Justice, a friend of the Red Wind who was a local of the area, they
were able to find their way out.
She didn't ask for help nor was she expecting it. She and her Navigator were ready to find their way on their own when help suddenly arrived. It was as if it was fated for the Blue Angel to meet with the Red Wind.
And now, in spite of the physical distance, he has now become part of her story.
Opening
her eyes, she looked out to sea, watching the sun slowly rise above the
horizon, and let out a happy sigh as if waiting for someone.
#
Seeing
the sunrise, the Red Wind shifted into a higher gear. A gentle smile
then formed on his face as he rode of into the summer morning. Edging to the
very limits of his speed and excited to face the future, he knew that he
shouldn't keep that future waiting.
##
Author's note:
I
haven't touched the "Midnight Series" for quite sometime now... For
those who are wondering, the "Midnight Series" is a collection of short
stories, inspired by my life's experiences during my early twenties and
translated or interpreted into a street racing setting (not to mention
that the interpretation was inspired by a racing game that I once
actively played back in the day)... It started way back around 2007 when
my blog was still with Multiply... I think this series deserves a
proper closure now that I'm past that stage...
This
entry may not be as dramatic as the previous entries to this series but
personally, it doesn't have to be..
