Dsmp OS

Fire - KARLNAPITY

Happily, the little brown-haired boy with the beautiful green eyes ran across the meadow to his parents. Giggling, he threw himself into their arms and was caught gently by them. His mother beamed happily at him, while his father looked proudly at the boy.

At just 2 years old, he could not yet speak well, but he didn't need to anyway. His parents understood him without words and did their best to make their son happy. That's why they took him to this meadow, even though they knew it was dangerous.

But they were never meant to be happy. Not even this short freedom in nature was given to them.

Men came rushing onto the meadow, destroying the soft green grass with their heavy footsteps. Guns were pointed at the adults and orders filled the previously peaceful air.

The little boy wanted to cry and scream, he was overwhelmed with this situation and felt the tension and danger that lied in this place. But gentle green eyes met his and made him calm down.

"My beloved son, you must be strong for us now, will you? Hide until those men are gone and don't look here, understand? We love you, little one," his mother whispered to him and the child nodded briefly before doing as she told him.

He didn't want to look. He really didn't. But he couldn't help it as he listened to the quiet voices of his parents and perceived the wicked words of the strangers. His eyes widened as shots rang out and the people he had grown to love most in his two years of life went down.

Blood seeped into the flattened grass as glassy eyes stared in the boy's direction. A soft smile was on his father's lips as he laid motionless, two clean bullet wounds adorning his body.

The green-eyed one couldn't avert his gaze. His mother remained lying there as well as her lover, their hands intertwined to spend the last seconds of their lives together. The men disappeared, leaving the bodies behind to rot since no one would ever come to this place anyway.

"I... love ya, Momma, Dada"

These were the first proper words he had ever spoken.

His parents would never hear them.

~-~

"I don't want to fight a battle, this is complete bullshit! Thousands of innocent people will die just because we don't get along so well with the other kingdom!", upset, the brown haired man paced the room as several pairs of eyes followed him.

"Sapnap, you have no say in this. You're a soldier, not a general or anything like that. You have to follow the orders," replied the monotone voice of a blond, tall man watching the shorter one.

"But-"

"Dream is right. I'm sorry, Sap, but we have to follow the orders. There's nothing we can do about what our king decides," gentle gray eyes met the green ones of the man who continued to trudge around the room.

An exasperated sigh left his lips before he turned to the door. "Fine. If that's the way our oh-so-saintly king wants it, we'll fight. I need a break, I'll see you tomorrow," and with those words, the brown-haired boy disappeared.

"Quackity, Karl, follow him and make sure he doesn't do something stupid," sounded the order of the blonde who went by the name Dream, to which the two men mentioned obeyed.

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Cold wind tugged at the green-eyed man's body as he spurred his brown, sturdy horse to run even faster. The air ran through his hair, brushed his cheeks, enveloped him in its gentle cloak and caused the adrenaline to bubble in his blood. Hard and quick, the animal's hooves hit the ground, carrying the two beings across the vast fields and meadows of their land for which the man fought.