Doting mother hen and his baby bun [bl]

Chapter 9: Hope At The End

~This chapter may get emotional. You have been warned~

The journey that lay before them would be peril on peril. There was no safe way through the Hrsh and unforgiving land. Ying had discovered many new things throughout his journey home. Places bare and full of life. Some frozen in darkness colder than ice, some forever ablaze.

Sea of the dead, Land of the living. Each having their own obstacles. What drove the beautiful ger was none other then his son. Sometimes he wish he was dead but the image of his dear son compelled him forward.

Ying grew stronger by the day. His strength and eagerness fuelled his flame. All of this was only for this single person. Nothing mattered to the platinum haired male anymore. After all Bai, his baby bun meant the world to Ying.

During the time Ying and Jiang Bai entered the misty forest a fantasy flowered had sprayed some sort of mist on Ying. Causing him to go into a dream land. If he could not beat the hallucinations he would die. All his darkest nightmares came back to haunt him, the ger thought he might go crazy. Coming at him like monsters slowly eating away at his mind. It was to the point he would rather die then go through all this suffering.

The one thing that kept him sane was the thought of seeing his beautiful son smile at him when they reunited. Part of what Ying felt was pain, he endured. There was another part of him that was in pain, the pain of losing someone.

At that moment Ying felt so conflicted. In the hallucination Ying was in he stared at a mirror. The mirror had that patina of age over the bronze frame, likewise the surface of the glass was splotched black in places. Ying stood and stared at himself, or at least the distorted image of himself.

The mirror showed him the boy the world saw, all they saw, somehow it didn't seem right. Inside he was fireworks and rage, love and frustrations, ambition and fear. All they saw was short black hair and the dull grey eyes you forget while you're still looking at them. Ying ran a finger over the frame, feeling its cool ridges and grooves and the layer of dust that clung.

It was the original him, before any of this drama started. Before when he had a what people would consider a normal life. Did he ever look so lifeless and dead? It didn't feel like him but it definitely looked like him. The reflection in the mirror seemed like a stranger.

Was Ying in someone else's skin. But he felt comfortable in it. It was like he was wearing a mask. So who was he?

Empty is what Ying felt; he had no safe harbour, to get away from the gales and the storms? No fuel to fill up? To be healthy, there must be nurture. It was like Bai was the sun on his darkest days. After only one day Ying was able to awaken.

It didn't matter. Why must he conceal if that what he truly felt. This was him, he was Bai's mother. Nothing else matter. Since he, Ying was given such an opportunity he shall seize it. Make this body his own.

Everything turned white around him, he had finally escaped the illusion. This trap taught Ying a lesson, one that he would use for the rest of his life. Especially in desire situation, even if he may forget sometimes. That was to listen to his heart.

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After every mountain peak there's another, yet the climbing is everything. With each stretch Ying reached higher; with each stride he was stronger. He continuously gained a little more to carry him through the times of hardship.

The winter wind as a coldness taught Ying to stay warm inside. He could create his own warmth. Like how he can create his own path and choose what to do. A large smile hung at his lips.

As if a heavy weight had been lifted off his soldiers, but that didn't mean he would relax. It was quite the opposite; he would try harder. Push himself past his limits.