He was a boy cursed by the god of Punishment to an overwhelming sadness. Destined for a tragic fate. Reborn into the ashes of a forest.
Found by a white nine tailed fox that would show him the way. To help mend his sadness so he could rise a great...
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I remember when you were born. The way you looked up at me with those needy dark eyes. Your brother was two years old by then. Always wanting my attention, but you drained me. If I put you down you'd cry. You always demanded my attention. To think they wanted me to keep you. You had a great purpose. Pft...
The only purpose I've seen is you getting everything I asked for.
But that's not entirely your fault. A god decided to save your brother from his death in which riches would have fallen at my feet.
I see you've left your castle. The thing you want most is close by. It's quite amusing. Why? Because you can't see her! The gods have blocked you from it. Ha!
In a way I pity you... However, I enjoy your sufferings. It's time son for you to give your mother what is rightfully hers.
"Excuse me!" I called out to you. Your hunched shoulders tell me you don't want to talk. Oh well.
You turn to face me reluctantly.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
Ma'am? Ugh... I wanted to spit in your face for that one. Do I really look old enough to be called ma'am? You could have humored me and called me miss.
"I don't think I've introduced myself."
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, then realization spread across your face.
"The seamstress, Ms. Vera."
I sigh heavily.
"I'm your mother."
Your face fell, followed by a series of emotions one right after the other. Then your face went back to confusion.
"That's not possible."
"The gods stole you away from me." I faked a cry, pretending to wipe away a ghost tear. You didn't move an inch. You just stared at your hurting mother.
"Stole?"
I nodded, sniffling giving you my best act.
"Why are you just making yourself known?" What a loaded question. I took a step closer to you.
"Yoon Yoon..."
You stepped away, with a grimace. Of course you did. Your brother used to call you that. Are you having flashbacks now! Do you remember how much he adored you. Even though you stole so much of my precious time.
"D-don't call me that."
I'm your mother, I'll call you whatever I want.
But I don't, because that won't get me what I want from you. I have to keep up this mommy dearest facade.
"As you wish."
"Answer my question." You demand like the little shit you still are. I look down at the ground to hide the rising anger I feel. Trying to mask it with sorrow and a grievance I never felt.
