Everyone seemed having a bad time. They might really have to start over, except our Guardian. It had been a few days just for them to find anything left behind. But then something happened.
Wogan was sitting next to DranGon, he untied everything from him. His neck was covered in blood, and not much alive. He cried for the loss of there precious Guardian, who was being considerate toward everyone, a real nice and respectful one. Just only few more weakness to cover it up were stop him from self-harm, be anti-social,... He really must not hide anything, or keep secret too much, or even help them without knowing anything, he only had a word "yes" and never have a "no". Being nice sometimes not a greatest thing, they can abuse their generousity. And being dedicate also not bad, but with DranGon, he deserved a rest, his life was endlessly work and never wanting to stop. He lived with no goal, he really stays where he was, he wouldn't improve, he wouldn't change, he wouldn't avoid anything bad. DranGon had a big mind problem, or we could say: He doesn't control himself.
Sounds like he gives his life to others, he gives away everything he has, he needs someone to cover him while he is trying to cover you. He was an idiot, a real stubborn, and the one with low self-respect. He caused so much problem but on purpose of wanting to gain it all. An idiot would want to prove that they could stand by themself but never success. It spreaded to everyone and he looked like to be hated a lot.
But not everyone looks at him with the persimistic angle, some does the other way. He seemed never change anything but he needed help. He hurt himself several times just to get people's attention. He never asked for help because he tried to avoid disturbing people at all cost. He respected everything just to low himself down and raise everyone above him. He tried to make you feel like the king, like the one who can take over everything. He also did one thing:
He wanted to balance everything, he was a real neutral one. He never be on bright side or dark side either. He wanted to show nothing is more than others, he wanted to be your perfect assistant. He wanted to stop everything that does harm on anyone. He tried to be fair, wanted to balance between dark and bright, nothing more or less.
He did a lot for the world, he needed some rest, he deserved respect, he deserved all of the kindness that he had been giving. He deserved some help and some love. Being quiet always the hardest things to get inside someone's heart. His heart filled full of everything. He couldn't have anymore to remember, all of his mind was just keeping everything. It had been too late, no one wanted to lets him express himelf. But if he does, he would hurt himself just to express everything out without words. He would need someone to be his "father", to catch his heart and put it deep in your fully-protected protection. He needed a place to chill, to calm, to relax, to rest and to forget all of his pain and started over. No, he wouldn't ask for help, he would never accept anything from yours. Not disrespecting but to stand out and be your best.
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Everyone was asleep in the late night. But Khal heard something. DranGon managed to recover himself and was slowly trying to move to somewhere toward the exit but he stopped in the middle with the blood trail behind.
Only his true kindness that he had given could revieve him off his pain. Khal stepped toward him slow and quiet. He really carefully dragged him to the wall, and tried his best to show him the true love: a tight hug.
Inside the charm of the thanks, DranGon wasn't back normal, did not breath but his heart beated panickly and he teared out.
-It's ok, forget everything. Your kindness has been returned.
He then started to breath slightly again, leaned toward Khal and quietly cried. It was just only few more steps to force him explode his feeling. Khal said.
-Are you tired yet? No one is around. Just me and you for now. Relax now, you are too stressed over this.
DranGon held him more tight, even shrunk himself and a hand covered his head. Khal patted his head softly.
-Don't be sinful, you are a clean innocent. Stay open-hearted.
As mostly, it would be the worst feeling. Depression can hurt you more than being stabbed inside the heart. It makes you lost control cover your soul. The body, hands and foot were really hurt from inside.
DranGon seemed to heat himself up and breathed so quick and a little sound. He needed to be calm down but no, almost there.
-You are, the best.
DranGon suddenly openned his eyes widely, sat up and made a loud roar, like those big creature which were taken down. He then fell back down onto Khal and then... he fell unconsious in exhausted.
Everyone woke up and looked at everything. It seemed really shocked but most importantly, DranGon.
