Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-38036641-20190531221518/@comment-38036641-20190605171521

Eheheheh 😅 I think I went really overboard as well as angsty for this writing; it's actually making me sad and I wrote it xD

He couldn’t understand why. Then again, he was only seven years old. Would he even know what was going on? Or at least the reason? He only knew one thing.

They were moving.

He had overheard his parents talking about it one night when he couldn’t sleep. Something about danger where they lived—even though there hasn’t been any danger for as long as he could remember. He also noticed how his parents seemed to be arguing all the time. Did they do that a lot when he was younger?

He stood by his parents as they looked at the Medieval Sect, where their home was, before turning around to face the Modern Sect.

The Modern Sect looked so….bright. Definitely not what he was acquainted with. He hoped that he could make some friends or just one friend would be nice. He pulled his hood over his head more when he noticed people staring at him as they walked through one of the streets.

He felt and arm pull him close gently by the shoulder and looked up into his mom’s smiling face. She gently brushed his scaly cheek, softly saying that everything will be okay.

He smiled back up at her, knowing that his mom would do anything to make him smile. He couldn’t imagine a world without her.

~0~

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. The clink and clank, the drip and drop; it was all the same and becoming dull. He slowly sat up, staring into the empty nothingness that matched his empty heart.

Nothing was in there. No love from the one he cared for the most. There won’t everbe love in it again, he knew already. He knew that he would never get love from the one who forced him in this place, not seeing his loving mother again.

He looked at the small window that was the only source of light, the bars reminding him of how much a prisoner he was; forced to undergo harsh treatment and forced to scare others. He put a hand over one of his eyes, wondering why?

Why him? Why for anyone else that was just as trapped in this cursed place as he? But he couldn’t do nothing. The power…the evil around him…he couldn’t. Not only did the metal walls around him keep him trapped here, but so did his fear. His fear of being a monster to the world. To innocent people he didn’t want to hurt.

That was one feeling that will never leave his heart as long as he lives. The aching pain that made him clutch his chest and shut his eyes, wishing that it was a dream and he was safe. Safe from everyone and his fears.

Safe…in his mother’s arms.