WangXian/YiZhan Oneshots And Short Stories ✔

Confession Pt.1

( I have always wondered what would have happened if Wei Ying lost control and told everyone everything he went through, haven't you? So I made this. Warning: there may be some swearing, but please enjoy 😁)

Wei Ying was not doing okay.

His head hurt and his chest felt heavy, his legs weak and hands cold. For some reason, the dark energy was eating away at him even more than usual today and he didn't know why. When he started this path he knew the day would come where he would lose control and the demonic side would consume his soul, or whatever was left of it anyway.

So today, he decided to stay in the forest and be content with walking amongst the flourishing nature to calm his temperament. He hated when he snapped back too harshly or allowed the horrible thoughts to intrude his mind, feeling his control waver during those painful few seconds, but he knew that was a side effect of walking the path he is upon. The path to inevitable doom...

But what choice did he have?

Wei Ying had always been selfless, always putting the needs of his family and friends before his own; always being content with being someone he wasn't. His wild heart could not be tamed yet he did so to look out for the ones he cared for. He would take merciless beatings from his aunt if it meant sparing his brother. He would take the disapproving looks from Lan Qiren if it meant distracting him to allow his friends a few moments longer on the test. He would take the mean side comments, fearful glares, death wishes even, if it meant he could protect the poor and the innocent. 

As he walked in the forest, he basked in the few warm rays of sunlight that dappled the leafy ground, peaking through the lush layer of green-coated branches above him. He paused every so often and allowed the amber beams to seep into his body and fight against the ever-growing layer of ice, an impermeable frost that was covering his heart inch by inch. He walked amongst the blooming bushes and looked less than a moment at his reflection as he jumped over the flowing river, missing the grinning and carefree face he would have seen a few years ago. 

Where did that boy go? Why was the world so cruel to him?

He came upon a bundle of glistening sunflowers with fresh dew upon them. He reached out to pick a few for YanLi but as his cold fingers touched the yellow petals, they withered and fell to the ground. The sorrowful sight brought a tear to his eye and it fell ever so slowly down his cheek, landing amongst the sparkling dew and rippling away. He crouched down and wrapped his arms around his waist, feeling all of his sorrow rising from deep within his chest; he stiffened his sobs and pushed it back down, wanting to enjoy his façade of freedom while he could.

He knew a day would come when it would all come crashing down.

The evening drew upon him and he knew he had to return or else certain conversations would begin, all revolving around him. The elders would be asking what he was up to, creating fantasies of summoning demons and attacking innocents because he was destined to lose control some day. 

He would be damned if they had a say in his control.

He reached Lotus Pier and entered through the side gate where there were less vendors and crowds. As always, the little old lady selling hand-crafts waved at him with her gentle smile; this was another small thing that gave him warmth in his life; he cherished it more than she would ever know. All to soon he arrived and entered the Jiang family home, his hand brushing against the lotus carved doors as he walked through them. The air was quiet and the courtyard deserted, any training cultivators all in their chambers and Jiang Cheng in the meeting room. 

The meeting room: he hated it there. It was where the stares were most intense; all cautious eyes that followed his every move, careful he would explode any second. Really, after all the praise he received for being the most talented cultivator in his generation, alongside Lan Wangi, they should really give him more credit. He was strong: he could deal with this...