"No!" screamed Aokage, leaping from his sleep. Realizing it had just been a dream, he fell back onto his cot, rubbing his face with his hands. "No..." he said, and he looked down at his chest. There was a ragged scar there, like it had actually happened, but Aokage knew that scar was from something different. Something obscure, but not from an icicle.
"You okay?" said a voice,
"Kuroge?" asked Aokage, a little weary, and sat up again. His cot was small and crammed into the corner of the small, broken down room. The walls were grey and made of a smooth layer of stone, and the ceiling was glass and cracked in places, reinforced with some substance Aokage didn't know of.
Kuroge, strolling in like he owned it, was a tall 17 year old boy, with raven black slick hair and shaggy bangs and green eyes. He was Aokage's twin, but he was the older of the two. They shared no immediately recognized resemblance, as Aokage was shorter with choppy and loose light brown hair that reached his upper neck (Kuroge's reached his lower neck), But they were both skinny and bony, with the same color eyes and geek-like demeanor .
"Did you have the dream again?" asked Kuroge, looking at Aokage interestedly.
"Yes, you?" asked Aokage.
"Yes!" he said excitedly. "I wonder if Giniro had it as well."
"You ladies bet I did," said Giniro, strutting into the room from the rusty and creaking door, which led outside.
Kuroge rolled his eyes and said, "We're not girls, Gin!"
"You're as thin as a girl. So, that's what you are in my book. Wussy, girly boys." he smiled good-naturedly, his long silver hair catching the light, "And yes, I had the dream. At least this time we got the ruddy prophecy. Instead of sitting in freezing snow the whole time."
"It feels so real, like it actually happened," said Aokage, unsure.
"It feels that way cuz it's prophetic," said Kuroge,
"But it took quite a few dreams for the dead guy to contact us." Giniro said grumpily. He turned to Kuroge. "You're our medic guy, what's that mean?"
Kuroge said shortly, "It can take several tries for a spirit to connect with a living person. At least that's what I read," he said, gesturing to a small, shabbily contrasted bookshelf on the north side of the room, between his and Aokage's cots.
"Oh-kay," said Giniro, a little displeased. Aokage looked up at him. Compared to him and his brother, Giniro was the most good-looking, tallest, and muscular of them all. He could be a bonehead, but he was street-smart: he was not their brother, but someone they had known for forever: he had found their current hide-out, and they had been living there since they were little, after their parents died.
"So, repeat it for us." said Aokage to Kuroge, but he had already written it down.
"Uh-huh," said Kuroge, straining to remember, but he did and slipped the paper into his pockets. "Hey, Giniro," he said. "We probably need to find someplace to camp out for the storm tonight."
"There's a nice cave up by the forest," said Giniro. "We haven't tried there."
"Storm?" asked Aokage.
"Yes, there's gonna be a big firestorm tonight, so we better find shelter. The glass roof wont cover up against it very well." said Kuroge.
"Okay, let's go and find it." said Giniro. Kuroge leaped up, but Aokage was not as excited. Storms didn't come around very often, but he was very worried when they did: storms could mean anything from fire rain, to another blizzard, especially in the part of the world they lived in.
"Well," Kurego said, "maybe I can find some herbs or something along the way."
Aokage nodded, and Kurego glanced at him, then at his large wings. "It's a shame we have wings and can't use them like everyone else," said Giniro, pulling at his useless wyvern wings.
"That's what I hate." said Kuroge sadly. He opened the door and walked into the overgrown bushes, his pants tugged at by thorns. The other two exchanged glances and followed him.