"Ha! Pathetic!" Draven yelled at me after pushing me to the ground.
I stared up at him, trying to ignore the pain. Why was he so cruel to me?
"D-Draven..." I stuttered, still watching to make sure he didn't attack me again.
"Aw, is little Apollo hurt?" He said with a smirk, before attempting to kick me.
I caught his foot, surprised at my own strength, and flipped him.
"GAH!" He yelled as he fell to the ground.
"Aw, is little Draven hurt?" I said, glaring at him. I then summoned a blood red flame and threw it at his chest. Eh, its not gonna kill him. We're both immortal anyway, thanks to our father... Shad. Shad the Destroyer.
He cringed and started to lunge at me, but I froze him just before he did so.
"Cya later... Big brother," I said to him and ran off.
Wow... Can't believe I did that! And Draven said I should be stronger... I'm 7 and all. I'm still learning magicks, for Irenes sake!
Hm... I wonder what fa- "Oof!" I exclaimed as I run into someone.
"Whoa! Someone's in a hurry, huh?" I heard a familiar, rough voice ask me.
"Father!" I say happily as he bends down to hug me, and I bury my face into his chest.
He lets out a hearty laugh, then puts one hand on my shoulder.
"Well? How have you been?" He asked me. He had gone away for the past week, so I hadn't gotten to see him.
"I.." Should I lie..? Should I tell him the truth? Gah...
"I've been fine. Yea. I've missed you though!" I said.
"Heh... I've missed you too son. Very much. Come! Let us walk and talk, eh?"
I nod and stand up. We walk off, chatting with each other about his trip and stuff.
"Hey.. Apollo. How has.. Draven been?" He hesitantly asked me.
"..." I sighed, wanting to tell him the truth.
"Horrible.. Just horrible."
He fell silent for a moment.
"The damned child... Reminds me of someone.. Can't put my finger on it. I'll have to have a.. Talk.. With him later." He said.
I looked up at him. At his pitch black hair, all messed up from the wind. The sunlight reflecting off his tan skin.
"Well... I have some... Business to attend to.. Run along Apollo. I'll speak with you later,"
"Goodbye father!" I waved and ran off.
*Later..*
I watched as a man and a woman walked into the temple thing (idk its in the Irene dimension) with my father, who was covered in blood.
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My eyes widened and I ducked behind a pillar before they saw me watching.
The man, his name was Esmund I think... Layed him down.
"Esmund.. Irene.. Don't worry. I'll be fine.." He coughed and tried to dismiss the fact that he was hurt. Badly, from what I could see. I... I couldn't take it anymore. I ran down the hallway, away from my injured father, away from my troubles, my worries. I didn't know where I was going... Just far away from there..
***
I sat in the West Wing tower, trying to clear my small head of what I had just seen.
Will he be alright..? Is he going to die...? No, he's immortal, stupid.
Many thoughts like these rushed through my head as I sat there, fighting back tears in the darkness. Oh my Irene...
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