A pool of maroon, but... why? How can someone do this to a living being? How cruel... to see a 6th- year on the ground... unconscious, and bruised. Would the world be like this forever? A young boy walks over and gently pets the kit. "I'm sorry for what they did. You don't deserve this treatment. Your special, you know it don't you?" She coughs several times, then says. "I'd rather die than hurt others. They were scared. The fear I give others makes them violent. I want to protect you, please, stay away. You may die if you stay." Her blue hazed eye had shown the world in the way she saw it. He saw it and wanted to keep the kit safe. "I don't care if I do. As long as I die protecting you." He felt strong, he lifted her up and slowly brought her to the clinic. He didn't see her all day afterwards.
~flashback~
Blood drips from the fist of an older student, "You will die with all the others. Just stay out of my way!" The younger kit smiles, "Me? In your way? Ha! You have no way, the way you seek is far behind what you are now. You know this, yet you still keep marching on? As if everything you have done will get you closer? Blaspheme. You have gone too far, now you are rotten to the core." Blood rolls down her face, she's weak. Her blood stained the ground, her fur, and her memories.
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Two Worlds (Written Version)
FantasyA young fox is torn between two worlds, the world of a royal, or the world of an outcast. Read through to see if they can survive their broken fate.
