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The morning comes again, it's another sleepless night gone. 'Why me?' Ponders the kid, with tears threatening to leak through his tired eyes. He felt alone in the world, engrossed in a wary dream putting his own existence into question, deviated from his own suffering, attracted to the origin of another voice filling his core with an unhinged rage.
It all started that morning, another day of surviving a treatment he did not deserve, an environment he did not ask for, a punishment he wished to be done with. It was another day of looking through tainted windows and wishing for the guests to go away so he could feel less humiliated in the humidity of the basement. It was another day of sneaking out of a house with tiled floors, painted walls, surrounded by the most extravagant decorations and meaningless ornaments, but none were his, and none caught his attention.
He climbed a tree like he always did, he could feel a sense of freedom when his feet couldn't touch the ground, and his head tilted up in the sky blinding his face with the burning sun of the growing day. It's a songbird, just landing on one of the branches, melodies escaping his beak with an easiness he owned so graciously, with doll-like pupils looking at the boy engulfed in the joy of a music he could never get enough of hearing. He let the kid touch him, caress him, gentle and kind, the green emerald plumage of the bird is soft and wavering under the small fingers of an innocent being.
Suddenly the wind blows strong, the bird flies away with the kid following him, still immersed with his singing. He drags him through a forest he never knew was there before, they pass a river, was that ever here? The anxiousness of the boy grows palpable, his fear of getting lost in a new place takes over him, he crouches down, hugs himself just enough to hide his face, squints his eyes and waits for the sentence to come, if he was lucky, it would be a beating from his parents. The bird sings again, a light flash them, the source is unidentifiable, until the bird flies forward urging the boy to move, they see a mirror pushing them into it with a force beyond theirs. The fall is met with a loud thud, no cracking bones, but a broken wing and bruised legs. Monsters in indiscernible shape are readying to attack them, they are vulnerable, alone, and scared most of all. 'Why me?' Ponders the boy again as he prepares for his destiny to be set.
"Well you know the rest."
"That's when I arrived." Van took his time to rethink the story William just told him. That day he had been assigned to explore a dungeon with Jack, which was already tiring as it is but they made it back perfectly fine and was about to write his report when Julius came to his office, his usual pleasant smile never leaving his face. This time he had to accompany Yami to a place he wished to never return to, the village of his childhood.
'What's wrong Goldie? We're used to do this kind of missions all the time, why is this time so unsettling to you? Or, are you upset to be with me?' The dark haired mage teased.
'I'm fine with you Yami, of course. Let's focus on the mission, Julius trusted us with it.'
'You speak easily about trust when-'
William Vangeance had shot him a look filled with anger and guilt, with the terror of expecting his next words, with the fear of weighing the next shady comment he was about to hear, with the anxiety of having to play it off casual when his world would stop moving after that last affirmation would break him, again.
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