Ivan - Jupiter Lighthouse Drabble

No real genre of proper anything. o___e

The lighthouse's shadow casts over him, shielding him from the blinding rays of the golden sun. It was almost loving; the way it watched and supported him as he fought his way to the top. The light breeze blew his hair across his face, in an almost intimate carress. He smiles lightly at this, but then proceeds to continue his dangerous journey to the aerie of the lighthouse.

He was in no hurry to get anywhere; where would he go? There was always his sister, but she was always about prophecies and the study of alchemy. Something whispers against his mind. That light knowing smile crosses his face again, he feels two people at the bottom, awestruck by the violet tower that casts a purple fire across the land. The wind picks up and his blonde hair is tossed against his face again; almost as if urging him on to reach the top. Violet eyes come alight, and despite the silent plea of the lighthouse, he stays at the ledge.

Finally, the wind calms down, as if knowing that he was not about to budge. Ivan smiles again, but he concentrates as he tries to distinguish the two minds below. Finally, he shrugs and gives up, acknowledging that he was too far up to tell. He enters the door, only to be confronted by two giant monsters that seem intent on downing him.

However, Ivan merely smiles in the mysterious way of his, and calls upon his power to help him. One of the gigantic blue scorpions attacks; wary of the silence that the small boy brought.

The young boy senses the movement, the wind roaring against his ears as he jumped out of the way. Before the second one could attack, the young boy fills with the power of the lighthouse. For a moment, another awkward silence between him and the opposition reigns. And then:

“Tempest!”

Ivan raises his hand, and three powerful tornadoes hit the enemies. They freeze in shock, surprised by the sudden appearance of the terrifying winds. The blonde boy's cape flaps against the strong whirlwinds, and as he opens his eyes – he had not realized that he had closed them – Ivan sees his enemies disintegrate into dust, blown away by the remainder of the wind's fury. He inspects what is left by the monsters, and he pocketed the gold they had left. It had always eluded him – why in the world did monsters drop golden coins as they died? It was a mystery he idly pondered at as he returned to the task of climbing up the lighthouse.

After a few more encounters like the first one, the young Jupiter Adept sees the purple ball of light. It quickly rotated, its movements looking more unstable than the Mercury's or Venus', though it caused no harm in regards to its surroundings. He smiles at the memory of the other beacons, wishing to relive their adventures one last time. A wistful look crosses his face. And then he laughs. For no reason. He sits at the edge of the aerie as he reminisces about their journey. That quest had taught him a lot, and now he was wise beyond his years. But then again, he thinks as he chuckles, he always knew more than the usual person. He checks once again for the two wanderers – they were no longer there, it seemed.

The breeze quietly carresses him, playing with the hem of his robes, lifting his cape every ones in a while. He recalls the battles, and remembering as he fought alongside his greatest friends. An idea crosses his mind at a fond memory; a reckless grin replacing the mysterious smile that often occupied its current place. He quickly stands back up and - before he loses his nerve – immediately jumps off the edge.

He felt the wind whip around him, it roared loudly against his ears as he picked up speed towards what could possibly be his doom. It would be nice to keep falling forever. But he knew he could not. Again, he called for power, and this time, he directed it at the green jewel embedded into his armlet.

“Hover!”

The command was easy, direct. The jade seemed to acknowledge this for a moment, glowing brightly for a split second before turning blank again.

Nothing happens.

His composure falters for a moment; panic seeps into him.

But then, a few seconds later, his feet seem to hit something semi-solid and a green glow surrounds the platform he is on. He calls for the winds to help him, and then, just a few feet from the ground, the glowing platform disappears, and he lands heavily on his feet. Ivan grits his teeth as the shockwaves flow through his entire body before the pain finally subsides. But he immediately smiles again. He tilts his head up, looking up towards the top of the lighthouse, from where he had jumped from.

“Until next time, then.”

The winds seem to understand, and blow another wistful breeze against his face before the Adept finally turns his back on the grand lighthouse. He would come again, the beacon knew. It was certain that he would.