"Grian? Are you awake?"
His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a figure shrouded in white and purple, looming over him. A chill ran down his spine as he realised he was still trapped, bound to the floor by an unseen force. Pain throbbed in his back, a reminder of his predicament. He attempted to rise, only to be met with a wave of searing agony that sent him crashing back down.
"You should have done as you were told."
The voice hissed, its soothing tone now laced with a chilling menace. Grian's head throbbed with pain, but he managed to force his eyes open, meeting her gaze with a mixture of defiance and fear.
"What did you do?"
he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. Her eyes glittered with a cruel satisfaction.
"Awww."
The way she arched her tone as if talking to a child left a bad taste in his mouth.
"Don't you remember Birdie?"
The memory of the searing pain, the blood, and the sickening slice as his wing was severed flooded his mind. Grian closed his eyes, trying to find peace in the darkness. He knew that his ordeal was far from over, and that Xara was going to keep him there for a long time. But for now, he could only wait and hope for a chance to escape. And as he drifted off to sleep, he held onto the faint hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he might one day be free. His wings would grow back anyway, in... three to four years... stuck in a cold empty room... with his hands bound to the floor. Maybe someday they would let him out.
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Days ticked by and Xara and Xavion would occasionally come by to ask how he was doing. It's not like they cared anyway. They would always ask the same question. 'Are you sorry yet?' He would always plead 'Yes! I'm sorry!' They would laugh and say: 'No watcher pleads for mercy, all we do is watch, we have no need for pain to humble us. It seems you do.' What the f*ck does that even mean!?
Grian's mind raced as he pondered their words. He had been a watcher for so long, observing the world from afar, untouched by its chaos and suffering. But now, he was experiencing it firsthand, and it was tearing him apart.
Was it truly his fault? Had he done something wrong to deserve this punishment? Or was he simply a pawn in a game he didn't understand?
As the days turned into weeks, Grian's hope began to dwindle. He was trapped, alone, and surrounded by a darkness that seemed to consume him. He wondered if he would ever see the light of day again, or if he would ever be able to bask in the warmth of his sister's smile.
As the weeks turned into months, Grian's hope began to dwindle. He was trapped, alone, and surrounded by a darkness that seemed to consume him. The cold, damp walls of his cell echoed with his thoughts, a constant reminder of his imprisonment.
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One day, during a particularly dreary visit from Xara and Xavion, Grian decided to confront them. The oppressive weight of his captivity had finally become too much to bear. As Xara and Xavion chatted idly, their voices echoing through the dark, soulless void, Grian felt a surge of anger and frustration. He could no longer remain silent, trapped in this endless cycle of torment.
They strode in with the same grace they always possessed. And asked the question again
"Are you sorry?"
Grian ignored them. They were the monsters that severed his wings. Sure they had kind of grown back but that was because they used their magic to help it go along faster. And they were still only half the size of what they once were.
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You were always special ~ A Grian fanfic
FanfictionWell hello there! somehow you've found my first ever story on Wattpad! congrats! Grian had been different his whole life. he looked nothing like any of the other people in his species, his hair was dirty blonde like the sandy floor and his eyes were...
