Follow The Wind

The Runaway

Harsh winds blew almost pushing the small boy over it was wet and cold. A thunderstorm the boy took shelter under one of the many mushrooms that was around the place, a mushroom forest. At another time the boy would have admired the mushrooms of all colours that glowed in the dark. But he didn't have time for that. 

The boy's name was Nergal, an unfitting name if you asked him named after the god of sickness and death, he shivered under the mushroom. It was cold and dark  and rain poured down making it feel colder.

 He had to keep on moving if he didn't they would find him, he was finally free as a kid. He wanted to explore the world to see what was out there. 

His brother promised him that one day they would travel the world together. 

His brother's bitter expression crossed his face, what happened. When he was young his brother was his best friend but after mom and dad died and he became king he changed he became cruel and hurtful and now that Nergal ran away suddenly that was his main priority to find his brother. It made Nergal frustrated. Why does he care all of a sudden? He never cared before why now. He looked up and closed his eyes. 

He put his hood over his head and began running again as the light of the glowing mushrooms guided him. He was sure that the guards were right behind him. He picked up speed following the flow of the wind. The wind would guide him to freedom that what wind represented right , something free of responsibility, something that could be anything it wanted to be, Nergal wanted to be like the wind free, able to choose his life to be himself. His lungs burn he was never the best at physical activity but at the same time the feeling felt liberating.

 The boy was small, it was easy for him to hide. He was 162 cm and was unhealthy thin due to the fact that he almost never ate. To be honest he was scared to leave his room. But it didn't have to be like that he was free now. He had long pinkish blond hair that faded into brown; it was in a low ponytail that still allowed his bangs to still cover his eyes. He had unusual eyes. One was the colour of the sunset red orange yellows and blues in faded rings the other eye was green and yellow with a weird symbol in it he had long eyelashes and was rather femine looking.

 He ran for a while until he felt like his lungs were one fire. He looked up at a temple standing there. It looked old and like it hadn't been visited in years. The marble stone was cracked in many places by green vines covering the exterior fireflies flying around how were the fireflies still alive in this weather. He ran into the temple. The interior isn't much better than the exterior. The floors cracked plants growing in between the cracks, vines covering the wall and pillars.

 A statue of a god stood at the back of the temple. Nergal walked up to the statue to get a better look at it. The statue had a similar design to many of the gods, a humanoid body with designs on it and an eye on its chest, a round head made to look like it was floating, two horns coming from the gods head with wings that seemed to be dripping. The statue was some what cracked but Nergal couldn't tell whether that was part of the god or just damage. To be honest Nergal couldn't care less about the gods, it just seemed exhausting and the gods probably wouldn't care one bit about whether he worshipped them or not. 

He looked at the words under the statue having to strain his eyes to read it in the dark 'Asthé god of nature natural disaster and poison' the writing below the statue said "wow that sounds fun" he said with a hint of sarcasm by now the guards have already passed the temple he sat down in the corner of the temple out of the view of the statue. He didn't like the idea of a statue watching him sleep. Soon he fell asleep.

Vivlío pov.

He was stressed why would Nergal run away deep down he knew the answer all he wanted to do was to was to give Nergal a hug and never let him go and protect him form the world how could he be so stupid he was the one that pushed his brother away what kind of brother was he Nergal was young to young to go out in world he was only 14 years old he looked so small how could he have been so curel to his only brother the one person in his family he had left in his life it was never Nergals fault mom and dad died It wasn't only Vivlío who lost his parents that day.