Over the course of the next few months not much happened other than the skull crushing weight of the guilt I have. I would have to eat the dreams of people at night. I feel terrible guilt for taking away their hopes and dreams. It's dystopian to watch them turn into mindless henchmen all because of me. It started with people I didn't know that well. I wouldn't dare touch my family. I would always claim it was a cousin but I think she's starting to call my bluff. About 6 months into this endeavor I was facing the god about 16 meters away. I had a kunai knife in my right hand. I felt frozen in fear. I was staring and the goddess held my mother with a knife to her chest. This is all my fault because I didn't eat her dreams now she's going to die and it's all my fault.
"NO PLEASE LET HER GO! I'LL EAT HER DREAMS JUST DON'T HURT HER PLEASE"
"See i would take that offer but how will i know you won't trick me? You've already disobeyed me once before? This is the only punishment suitable for what you've done."
Her words cut me just as deep as the knife she drove into my mothers heart. I raced over to catch her as she fell.
"No, please don't leave me.."
She weakly placed her hand on my cheek. She couldn't speak so she only smiled softly at me. I didn't know what to say. I could only cry. So I did just that sobbed into my mother's chest holding her body as her life came to a close. I don't know how long I was there. I just know I woke up and it was day. I was back in that god forsaken cage.
The next year went without issue. I dissolved myself into my work and I didn't think of anything else. I just wake up, eat dreams and go back to sleep. Sometimes the god would lose her temper and take it out on me. I had no choice but to take it unless I wanted another person in my family to die. One night I was roaming around because I heard a mouse. The god really hates them so i wanted to hide it in my cell so she wouldn't bother me as much. But as I was chasing it there was a weird wooden door down this stone hallway that I came across. It's strange that it's wooden because everything else is stone, even the doors; they're usually bars or iron doors. Why was this one wooden? She must've made it clearly wooden because she wants me to see it. I didn't want to disobey her so I slowly turned the ice cold knob on the door. I was once again met with a horrible sight.
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Xiao backstory
FanficI wanted to write a backstory for xiao with His past master so i did! This is my jump back into wattpad so im scared but its whatever gimme feed back on what u dont and do like so i can improve enjoy!
