Sky Returns {Completed}

The Dream

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As Sky passed out, he was surrounded by black for a few long moments. He looked around, floating midair in the darkness as he held his head in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut as voices ran through his mind.

"You curse!"
"You disgrace!"

Tears welled in his cheeks as he gritted his teeth, and when he opened his eyes he was in a room. It had stone walls and a wooden floor, a dresser in the corner and a bed pushed against the wall with one lone window beside it. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. N-No, he hated this room...

Suddenly the wooden door opened harshly and Sky stepped back, watching with wide eyes as a young boy around six was thrown roughly into the room. He had brown hair and tan skin, and bright golden eyes. It was him. A tall, muscular, dark shape with black hair stood in the doorway, bright eyes glaring at him. Sky felt chills run down his spine as he hugged himself tightly. He knew he couldn't be seen. He remembered this all too well.

"You cursed demon!" The man snarled before he slammed the door shut, and the sound of it being locked echoed through the air. The younger Sky rubbed his eye, which was forming into a black eye, as he stood and limped over to his bed. He had obviously been beaten up... Sky felt tears well in his eyes as the kid grabbed the pillow and threw it against the wall roughly, tears streaking down the young one's face.

"S-Stop..." Sky whispered as he fell to his knees, covering his ears as his younger version sobbed into the bed sheets, curled up as his body trembled. "I-I don't want to remember this...!" Sky cried. He knew this was a side effect of the spell. The one who had put him under it had told him of the side effects, this was one of them. Not to mention the one Sky had been dreading the most. The scene around him changed to show him standing in a throne room, and he cringed as he saw thirteen year old him standing in front of the figure. He could see their black hair was graying drastically.

"You want to go outside?! Ha! That's really funny. The world doesn't deserve to be affected by your curse." Their rough and low voice snarled and the teenager him gritted his teeth.

"Can I at least go out to the garden...?" He asked quietly.

"Just so all the flowers can die when you past them?! NO! Go to your room, no dinner tonight!"

"B-But, it's stew tonight, my favorite..."

"Well that's just tough luck, isn't it?! GO!"

Sky winced as he watched his younger self leave the the throne room with tears forming in his eyes. He was so weak and small back then... He glanced down at his wrists and winced. Who was he kidding, he was still weak and small... Nothing but a curse that had killed his mother.

The scene changed once more, making him let out a soft sob. Would this never end?! The scene showed him, now fifteen year old, sitting on the bed in the room from the first memory. He was glaring forward, pressing an ice pack against his eye. An older male was sitting beside him. He sighed, his dark brown eyes glowing sadly. "Sky, you can't exactly blame him..."

"I asked if I could get a book from the library, and for that I deserved to be punched?" The younger Sky hissed, and he remembered this. He couldn't help but smile shakily as more tears ran down his cheeks.