Luck's descent (BL)

Prologue

It had been a while since he had seen anything but darkness after waking up. His ears had long since become accustomed to sounds other than his own voice, and his body would not even recognize the warmth of the sun's rays. Still, he really wanted to. He wanted to see something different from the outlines of the bars in the darkness that drove him mad. He wanted to hear something other than his own breath in the grave silence, as if there was no one but him, as if no one noticed him, as if he did not exist, as if he was already dead.

And maybe he was. He didn't know how many decades had passed, he didn't know if anything around him was even real. No one ever answered his screams, no one ever responded to his cries, and his silence changed nothing.

He wanted it to end. Either by death or release, he just wanted it to end...but he knew it wasn't going to happen. Never.

Therefore, when once in a while he had a more beautiful dream, in which he did not exceptionally have nightmares, did not talk with Luck or sit in a cell like during when he was awake, he tried to stay in it as long as possible. Sometimes he´d gone back to the years when he went outside, when he walked on the grass, laughing with his protector and receiving respectful gestures from everyone around him. They were lovely times, more than the ugly reality he wished he hadn´t gone back to.

That's why when he felt the soft touch of grass under him instead of a stone floor, he knew he was dreaming again. And he didn't plan to wake up so soon. He slowly opened his eyes, which instead of the usual darkness were blinded with bright rays. He closed his eyelids in surprise and covered his face with his hand. Although sometimes he had dreams of the outside world, he had never experienced such a real touch of the sun in them.

Confused, he sat down and looked around. However, he did not come up with anything special. The scenery before him was unfamiliar, and he had no idea which part of lhis ife this fantasy was from. He looked around at the forest, trying to find some clue as to how long the nice dream would probably last, but he found nothing.

He slowly got to his feet and tried to take a step forward when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his calf. A broken branch from a nearby bush pierced the top layer of his skin, and he stared at it in disbelief for a moment.

It had been a long time since anything physically hurt him, and while it wouldn't bring anyone joy, he was different. The pain made him think about where he was, why he felt it if he generally couldn't in his dreams. And why is everything around so clear, although his dreams are always kept in the dark.

He didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to get his hopes up, but his ability to stay negative wasn't strong enough to vacillate for long.

"Am I out?" he asked himself out loud and hesitantly bowed to the ground.

He ran his fingers over the grass and smiled lightly. Then he knelt down and lay back on the ground in disbelief, stroking the wet grass again with his hands. The tickling on his skin made him smile even more and after a moment of thought he laughed loudly in a rush of joy:

"Say, am I out? Am I out?" he spoke to Luck, though it usually didn't answer, "Did you get me out?" he closed his eyes sharply and gripped the grass in his fingers tighter, as if he wanted to hug the ground,

"How? Was it you?"

He didn't know how he got here, he didn't know what he did to deserve it, but the thought that luck hadn't forgotten him after all made him roll onto his back in delight.

"Thank you," he laughed, "thank you...thank you, thank you." he was repeating in a burst of energy he hadn't felt in countless decades.

His long dark hair with orange streaks spread out in the bright green grass. The young man just rolled around contentedly on the ground, laughing and ignoring how his gold-black robes were getting dirty with soil. But it didn't matter to him. He didn't care why he was in beautiful clothes when he had been in the cell all this time, he didn't care why he was outside when he didn't remember any escape. He was not interested in anything at all.