Ask or Dare Gallus!

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Question (by Gypsy-Girl-727): Say, I have a question. What happened to your family?

Look, I FINALLY am doing the question you asked me about THREE TIMES when I wasn't even here. And you're not getting a witty chapter name, because I am NOT in the mood. *already seeming stressed and upset* Because you, for some reason, are oddly excited about one of the most miserable moments of my life. *bitter, sarcastic tone* So thanks!

(Edit: Hey, uh, Gallus here, cutting in after the fact....Apparently, the asker wanted me to clear out that the reason she brought up THIS question so much was because, she doesn't have her biological parents with her either....I don't know how is she brave enough to admit that, to readers that are not even hers. I reveal I'm an orphan and I feel like I want to dig myself into a hole on the ground. But her truth is out, I guess.)

Rosy Star: *frowns sadly* Gallus...you don't have to answer if it's too hard for you. It's not easy for any...orphan, to talk about something so rough. And not even I liked the impatience of the asker. 

*sighs* No....forget it. It's just going to make me look...make me look weak, if I don't answer this. It's been eleven years since my parents died. It's only my fault that I'm...not really over it. *his top feathers flop to his forehead, and they stay there for a while*

Rosy Star: ....If you say so...I'll just leave you to answer this then. *frowns as she walks off* 

*breathes in*...Look, let me just, set the scene. In the most miserable town in the world, aka. Griffonstone, I was four years old. I lived with my parents in a small house that was going to fall apart at any minute. Why? Well, how am I supposed to know? I was only four. I didn't start thinking logically until years later. But I guess it had something to do with us not having a lot of bits. 

I don't remember much about my life with my parents...I was too young to. But I do remember how...how safe I felt with them. I'd look at Griffonstone from outside my window, and I'd kinda think 'Wow, good thing I live in this small house. Good thing I have Ma and Pa. That I'm not outside in my scary town'.

...Of course, that didn't last. ...I don't remember when it happened, but even as a kid, I saw the house falling apart coming. *his eyes start getting teary, and he sniffs a bit* Ma was crushed the worst from the debris...she died instantly. But she had it better than Pa and I...At least she just had to endure a few seconds of pain. Pa and I got badly injured, especially me, since I had...the small, skinny body compared to Pa. *sniffs more frequently, and has a harder time breathing* I remember being....tr-trapped by the debris...w-way too well....I-I felt so su-suffocated a-and cr-crushed...s-so helpless...*gulps as he holds back tears* E-Everytime I'm in a small space, I-I just get reminded that...that stupid memory...

P-Pa didn't have it any better...Nobody came to help us. No one. Pa took a while to get himself up from the debris. The only good thing was that he found me pretty e-easily...I was screaming a-and crying so hard. *tone gets very bitter again* In fact, some miserable lady just passed us by to tell me to shut up. B-Because not even when a KID almost dies do griffons show a bit of sympathy! 

...*clears his throat after his voice had cracked a bit* A-Anyway...we were taken to the hospital soon enough....For some stupid reason, tiny, scrawny, four year old me was able to survive my injuries... I don't even remember what they were at this point, I just remember my whole body aching...but Pa wasn't able to survive. He died after a week...

*sniffs again, harder than the last times, still holding back tears* Gr-Grampa Gruff doesn't even know why Pa died...I bet he doesn't even care. He's always been so selfish, a-and lifeless....And the worst part is....I kind of think it rubbed off on me, in the few years I lived with him....Thinking of my parents just makes me feel selfish. I do have some nice memories with them...they were strict, but ten times nicer than almost all of the griffons I've met at Griffonstone...But I just...I don't know, whenever I think of them, I just think about....how awful I feel about myself. For not being worthy of having a family for more than four years...for being more upset about what happened to me, than what happened to them...for not remembering them too well. For all I know, I'm not even capable of grieving for my parents properly because of this stupid griffon brain. Even when I try to be nice, I never see myself as good enough of a creature, a-and I bet others think the same too! 

*his voice cracked again, harder than last time, and he turns away to hide that a tear is falling from his eyes* ...Th-There, I answered this....th-this goddamned q-question already....now leave me alone.