Rey De-Heavens (English)

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The lump lifted his shoulders, turned around and disappeared like someone who doesn't want conflict.

"He walks away, he doesn't seem to want to come back. I have won..."

Rey watched the black lump leave.

"Now I'm alone. Everything feels far away, like it's falling... a new, less complicated world. A place where there are no reasons for me to worry. I can be vulnerable... sit, rest and close my eyes. The world where I am not a monster, a devastator!"

Rey closed his eyes and could not open them again, but thousands of white dots, those that were once suspended and formed paths, fell on him. A rain of stars that pushed away the smell of water, the scent of wet earth and other sensations that accompanied being awake.

"Ohhh! No! I've crossed the line without realizing it. I will not let their assumptions become my reality. They are wrong, I will show them. But, for that, I must leave this false world. World that is not here and has no form, I must leave it behind."

Using his fingernails and fingers, Rey tried to force his eyes open, even if it meant tearing off his eyelids.

"I'll go out into the colorless darkness!... From here! From my rest, I have no time to rest, it is not allowed... I must fight, fall in order to rise again and again. To show them not what I am, but what I can become, until the red liquid pouring out of me snatches my grip on my spear, even then I will not be defeated, even then I will not surrender."

...

On the outskirts of the cave, amidst the pouring rain that was so dedicated in its task was falling non-stop, footsteps were gradually becoming distinguishable. The ears of the furry watchman at the entrance located the alarming footsteps of a quadruped approaching the rustic cavern. In response to the sound, the animal emitted a characteristic immature roar, typical of its undeveloped throat, but with the same purpose as the adults of its species roared. To warn the invader, also to prevent him from continuing to rest, who had fallen to the ground and was writhing from side to side as if his back was itching.

After having taken all the air he could, as well as if of will, the little one stopped writhing and opened his eyes reflecting in them the purpose of facing the danger once again, whatever it was, victory would be the only one that would keep him alive.

"So that's sleep? Ha-ha-ha! I managed to escape, I did it!... What can't I do?"

Rey said arrogantly to himself, still agitated, gritting his teeth as much as he could, trying to stop them from continuing to crash in the frantic way they were doing, as well as shaking every bone in his body.

"Pain, sweat, blood and victory will keep me alive. They will keep me from the shadows. I have returned. I'm here... What more do I need to keep moving forward!" The answers came to his mind. "Food to fill my belly and clothing to cover my body...."

The floor of the cave was not only covered by the mud that had seeped stuck to the infant's body, but it was also painted with blood and other fluids. The red liquid that was still coming out of the little one's open wounds, as if it were a good inspired artist, was spreading around the place without seeming to want to stop.

Tired, hungry and badly wounded, the unwanted puppy between a werewolf and a vampire, repeated in his mind another mantra as a last resort:

"Surrender is not allowed" over and over again. "I may not have a last name, but I will fight to the end, until I can't move, and even then, I'm not giving up. Life is about fighting, giving up is not a way out, I know what I am and I'm going to show him what I can become, what situations I can face. I, Rey Of-Heavens. For me... Surrender is not allowed!"