Four Artists From Another World

"SUIT YOURSELF HARRY". INDEPENDENCE...

"I'm not your sweetheart and I'm not sitting anywhere. Infact, I'm not having your stupid meal. You know what? Take this..." Harry pulled the shirt and the sneakers he wore on his feet and threw it to the ground right next to his older brother. Then with the shorts he wore and the singlet on his broad looking body, he turned to take his leave when his father stopped him. 

"Harry, look here young man, it's your choice to make. You're a man now and I will not make choices for you. If you think being an artist and painting for years with those fuckin' brushes of yours, will make you succeed, which of course you never will, then SO BE IT! Have it your way" His father said in attempt to scare the young man showing him the harsh reality of life in just 5 minutes. Then took two steps and sat on a log of wood beside the fire they had set. 

Harry who was now looking emotionless took two more steps away when his mother called "Harry baby, please, listen to your father. There's a better life for you here with us. Dad just got a job and will soon restock his supermarket. C'mon honey. His dreams -our dreams are finally coming to reality. There's no need to leave." She started weeping. 

Harry who was now in tears said "Mother, his dream? Our dream? What do you even know about dreams? That you would wake up one day to a bag of diamond on the floor? Is that dream? I know the harsh reality I'm about to enter. I know how long this journey will take. But as long as the universe is concerned, I will win". 

"You're crazy dude. You think that broke guy in that creaky cottage would lead your way to success. You must be insane." Retorted his older brother who looked like he was ready to devour Harry. 

"Dad, mom, remember tonight! I will remind you" Harry said as he faded into the dark and walked with his shorts and singlet embarking on a journey to 'Who Knows'! 

'.......If you think being an artist and painting for years with those fuckin' brushes of yours, will make you succeed, which of course you never will, then SO BE IT!.......' 

'.....You think that broke guy in that creaky cottage would lead your way to success..........' 

Those words kept creeping into Harry's head while he took a cab with the little dollar he had left. 

Did he make a wrong mistake? Will art truly ever work out for him? Is his father right? What if I end up regretting? What if.... how about..... why did...... kept singing into Harry's ears who was now shivering from intense cold. 

Somehow, he managed to get himself out of Bolton's Town and into the cottage where Nathan resided. 

It was late. The moon smiled at Harry as his very faded looking shadows showed that the time would be 03:00am. 

Nathan's house was on the outskirt of the forest which made accessibility easier for poor Harry who now looked like an abandoned ghost finding a stick of match to light. 

As Harry caught sight of Nathan's cottage, he shivered his way towards the door, and when he was finally about to knock on the door, he saw a flashy light beam and a voice saying "okay.... One..two...three and.... Oh... come on..." Lights kept flashing in every direction in Nathan's home. It looked like a magical spell was being prepared. 

Harry who was trying to look through the keyhole then pushed the door open and fell onto Popsicle. 

"Huuuuhhh!!! Nathan screamed as he quickly gathered some old gold-looking brushes and some paint-like liquid into a very old box and then pushed the box successfully under his bed".

"What in the world!!!" exclaimed the two shocked individuals. 

"What are you. . ." "how did you. . .?" "How. . . .?" were the only questions that Popsicle could hear for the next three minutes. 

"I left home." Harry finally said. 

"What???!" Nathan exclaimed as he cleared his bed for he and Harry to sit on. 

"When I got home, they had destroyed all the pieces I had created. My series, old and new. They packed my stuffs and left me a note. Here. . ." he said handing the small note to Nathan who was still astonished over Harry's arrival. 

"And you left?" Nathan asked then brought out a thick jacket and a pair of trouser for the almost Frozen Henry to put on.

"Yes. I did. But truthfully, I'm having regrets. Maybe this is not meant for me. Maybe I should just go look for job somewhere. Really man, I'mma head into a different direction, dad may be right afterall you know, you can carry out the competition with Sindra and Orcus" poor Harry poured out. 

"Hmm.." Nathan took a deep breath. "Come..." He said calmly and held Harry in his right hand while pulling him towards a secret lower deck of his apartment. 

They got to a dark opening and then Nathan got in first, then Harry followed creeping fearfully...

As soon as Harry's eyes were cleared,  he opened his mouth to wonders, his mouth were widely open like the  Bermuda triangle. And it reminded like that for over 20 seconds. He first stood in one position looking as far as he could, then taking a step further, he kept turning around and round and round trying to comprehend wether he was in a trans. 

He indeed was in a trans. This cannot be possible. He thought to himself and so as a confirmation check, he knelt down and smashed his head on the wooden floor softly only realize that it indeed was real, he was not in a trans!

Harry has known Nathan for over three years, maybe more. He has visited the mysterious guy countless times. But he has never seen this part of him. No, not even this part of the world. 

Harry saw 'A New World!'