Rain's POV
I left guilt ridden, I wrapped back to the camp on the outskirts of it. My shadow loomed over me, she looked at me, she didn't say anything but that spoke volumes.
As I walked around angry at myself, I encountered a little kid. The boy was about seven, he had bright blue eyes and wings on his back that were of the colors of white. It clashed with his plain grey over sized shirt and black pants.
He went up to me and looked up at me,"Your the sassy one right? The one without a cute animal mask."
I looked at him with disbelief for multiple reasons, I ended up saying,"I sure am ... what do you call your little ones?"
He frowned and said,"I am not a newt!! I am eight!"
I laughed bit, I knelled down and said,"Why are you up so late? Everyone asleep already."
He looked away and said in a small voice,"I can't sleep.. Bad dreams."
I thought for a moment and took his hand and got up, I looked at him and said,"Where's your tent?"
We walked to his tent, it was a normal tent with animal cloth covering it, wooden stubs holding it in place and a snow cover. We went inside to see five kids all sleeping soundly. We carefully walked over them to an open space in the back and we sat down there.
I made small talk, I asked,"What's your name?"
He said,"I... the people here call me Blue."
"Well my name is Rain."
"Like the weather?"
"Weird right?"
He said nothing.
I asked him,"Do you want to tell me about the dream?"
He was silent for a moment, then he said,"I keep having these dreams being back there... I was used like a tool. Some of the people there were scary, they thought I was an angle or something. I was scared and confused everyday since I was kidnapped... But the worse part of it was watching my friends, they all lost something.. overtime. It hurts a lot to see them like that again and again."
I don't understand what he had been through. I couldn't. But the pain of losing the people you love, that is something I could understand.
I said,"Your suffering. It's not something you can brush away. It'll always be apart of you."
He said nothing.
"But it's not something you can't understand. If you come to terms with it, you'll be able to experience better emotions, like joy,"I said, then I said,"The mind can be a fragile thing. It can shatter under strain, but it can be flexible. It can learn to adapt and grow, you can lessen the pain by trying to accept it."
He looked at me with something I couldn't even begin to describe. I then said quickly,"That's just my idea you know, I'm just a crazy blind ol wolf. Don't mind-"
He interrupted me with a hug, then he said,"Thank you shadow lady."
I frozed,"I didn't do anything."
He pulled away and smiled, something I felt he hadn't done in a while. I sighed and said,"Stop it, it's weirding me out. Go to sleep."
"Ok,"He said. As he was about to lay down I said,"You like animals right?"
He looked confused,"Yes why?"
"What's you favorite one?"
"Bunnies"
I open my had and materialized a small bunny made of shadows with bright yellow eyes. He gasped in shock and looked excited.
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