an ancient being

In the barely lit hospital room, a skinny figure lay in a narrow hospital bed, a sharp contrast to the crisp white sheets adorning him. His frame was nearly invisible behind his medical gown. The heart monitor beat persistently, offering an inharmonious soundtrack to the stillness of the room. The shallow rise of his chest emulating the tide of waves. The bags around his eyes and his sunken cheeks show his battle with an invisible yet daunting opponent. The heart monitor, his only companion, grows slower and slower, teetering on the edge of life and death as the noise goes from intermittent to constant.

Masked figures rush into the room, surrounding the unmoving figure, their faces etched with a blend of urgency and focus. Their hands move with utmost precision, trying to pull him back from the brink of eternal rest. Minutes hung in the air like an eternity as they worked tirelessly.

Amid the clinical hum of machinery, the boy lay there, a mere vessel for life and death in a match of tug of war for his body. An ethereal presence loomed, an entity shrouded in a warm yet ancient aura. Its form, an elderly silhouette, hovered near the frail, skinny teenager fighting for his life. As the white-haired being pulls the boy's soul into a deep embrace, its eyes bloomed two shades of color; his left eye blue, with the hands of a clock going to the edge, and a yellow eye aged and tired yet seemingly just as beautiful as its blue counterpart, with Roman numerals adorned upon its edges. The otherworldly figure brings his hands to his eyes and gently removes his left eye, bringing it up to his face. Inside the pupil, you can see a grey soul littered with injuries but with a core so radiant it's blinding. Its sleeping form seems to have a sense of peace unlike any other. The unfathomable being brings the blue eye to the hospitalized boy's face, and as if the eye was always his, the blue eye replaces the boy's. The teenager's physical form, emaciated and fragile, seemed to quiver in response. Suddenly, a surge of activity erupted. The heart monitor's steady cadence shifted into a rapid, erratic rhythm. The doctors sighed in relief, now working twice as hard, determined to coax life into the frail figure before them. And then, as if defying the very laws that tried to claim him, the boy gasped for air. The daunting and cold atmosphere breaks as the doctors' breath of suspense was released in a rush of relief. The room that was once shrouded in uncertainty gains a surge of vitality. The hospital bed cradled a fragile victory, a resurrection etched in the indomitable spirit of those who had fought to pull him back. The ancient figure seems to smile as if his life goal was complete, holding the original soul of the boy in his embrace. He gently removes his right eye and brings it to the soul's ethereal face, as if he had not lost his vision at all. The eye disappears, seemingly teleporting and replacing the boy's eyes. His soul blossoming and expanding, seemingly evolving into a higher existence with golden braces adorning his wrists and majestic cloth wrapping around his body, with one end seemingly tattered with the consequence of time and the other as if it was just made. The once bedridden and hollow boy seems to have been embellished in vitality; his eyes sparking to life, one seemingly inferior to the other. "Father?" in an aged yet strong voice, the being replies, "It's been many moons, young one," his expression seemingly elated at the recovery of his son. "Father, is Hadrianus going to be awoken?" "He was missing for many eons, more than you, Leonidas. I had to seal his soul in my left eye, and until he awakens it to the full extent, he may never recover his memories. I'm sorry; you might have to take my mantle alone for the time being. Don't worry; I have a long while left to train you, so don't worry." "I understand, Father. I just hoped we could be together again." His expression filled with sadness yet resolution at the same time. With his transformation complete, they both spend what seems to be an eternity looking at the now resting boy, yet only a millisecond has passed. "We should head off now, Leonidas; you have many things to learn." And with a click of his fingers, his eyeless figure disappears, with the new god in pursuit.