𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨
Asher Garmadon was the Prince of darkness .
Kai Smith was clever like the devil but twice as smart .
It was convenient both boys liked to do bad things very good.
𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵...
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꧁𓊈𒆜"Chapter Four"𒆜𓊉꧂ Where you don't belong.
"Momma," I looked up at the woman, my bottom lip quivering.
"Asher," She sighed my name, bending down to scoop me in her arms.
I clung to her, rubbing my cheek against her neck, trying to rid of my tears. She smelled so nice, so comforting. I didn't want to let her go.
"You have to say goodbye to Lloyd now Ash. Will you be a brave boy and do that for me before you go to Papa?" She wondered, stroking my blonde hair back from my face.
I turned to look at my father, his expression sombre. He had crossed his arms over his chest, his brown hair combing over his forehead. He fixed a small smile on his lips to encourage me. I still frowned despite their efforts to make this situation seem better for me.
"Lloyd is with us!" I pouted, the urge to cry when she shook her head softly.
"Lloyd is going somewhere else, somewhere he won't be changed whilst I figure out your future Ashton," She muttered softly into my hairline, her lips pressing to my forehead, "Your father will look after you. You'll always have good in your heart,"
I didn't know what she meant, but I squeezed her closer until she had to put me down. She turned away for a moment, grabbing the baby holder then faced me again. I looked into the carrier to see my little brother, all swaddled up in a blue comforter. His eyes were shut but little tufts of blonde hair poked out from the small hat he wore.
"L-lloyd," I whispered, reaching out to take his small hand, "I'll miss you brother!"
As if he could understand me through his slumber, his little hand flexed out and squeezed my finger.
"Asher,"
I looked behind me to see my father extend his hand. I swallowed, my eyes filling with tears, looking to my brother then to my mother.
"Will I see him again?" I wondered, "What will happen to you Momma?"
She chuckled softly, kneeling down to my level, her finger dancing alongside a strand of my hair.
"Don't worry about me baby," She shook her head, avoiding my question about Lloyd, "You'll see me again,"
...
I woke with a groan, rubbing my hand over my face as I opened my eyes. It wasn't a surprise to see the dark purple fields and blue skies in front of me, but it would always be a surprise to wake up to the darkness, no matter how many times I did it.
