Dancing With A God

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“First Alignment ; the three sun’s”

A ray of light shining out of the palm of a man. 

Or a god.

A ray of light shining out of the palm of a god.

A god with limitless power. 

And the village was slashed in two, 
killing anyone on the way of the ray of light. 

Screams, cries, yells. 
Death, Murder, Killed. 

Many many innocents, 
who died that night of May, 
watching their best friend, their son, their father,
going on a killing fee and stabbing in the heart, 
the town where he has grown, 
for so many years. 

Why ? Why so much hate, why so much violence ? 
None understood the true meaning, 
of so much violence. 

“Purification of the air ; the final sun.”

A finale ray of light coming out of the palm of this god. 

A final scream coming from the remaining villagers. 

And a final killing fee let in the loose.

Soon, they shall all die, 
and that world would be rebuilt.

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Little Aaron  woke up with the sound of the common clock of the town . A quiet sound ringing loudly in his ears. Little Aaron  had always been the best to hear sounds that weren’t. Sounds who would be usually be ignored by mere humans. 

But Aaron  wasn’t a mere human. He was an orphan. An adopted orphan. 

“Daniel ! Come down, breakfast is waiting.” Screamed Lucia Wellbone from downstairs. 

But Aaron  didn’t move. Because it wasn’t him. Daniel wasn’t him. He was Aaron . Aaron  the orphan he liked to say. Not Daniel Wellbone, son of a wealthy family. Because it wasn’t for what he was born. Not to live happily in a lovely family. Little Aaron  of ten was born to live in a harsh world who was meant to crumble around him. Where everyone he had loved was meant to die. Just like her, Missy he called her in his youth.

“Aaron  ! Come down, breakfast is waiting.” Finally decided to say Lucia Wellbone after a moment of hesitation. 

She despised the old name of her new son with all her heart. She saw it as a name belonging to a filthy boy of the street, not as the one of her ‘son’.  Because she saw her little Aaron - or Daniel - as a wealthy boy. Not like the hideous thing she had met in an orphanage six months ago.  

Little Aaron  rose on his feet, sighting with resignation as the sunlight invaded his spacious room when he opened the great curtains. It was a price to pay too expensive to have this marvellous live, he knew it. 

How much do I hate this life ? He wondered silently as he started to dress in a heavy suit, therefore the perfect size for him. It was a great privilege to have clothes who weren’t too big or too small,  to have a room with a big space and a bed soft enough to sleep for a whole night. Little Aaron knew it, he wasn’t an idiot, but knowing all that as a fact made him feel hate towards his new family. 

Why him ? Why not them ? There were so many children living in the streets, so many poor souls waiting to be seen and recognised. He had hoped, he had wished, that Lucia Wellbone was a good Woman, that she would see the pain in the eyes of her son at the idea to part away from what he had always known. But she was blind. She had seen nothing.