My Life was a Game

Side story 2

Gorgon POV

"That curse motherfucker!! He wrote a new chapter based on April's life here!! What's wrong with that sellout?! I'll rid his throat if I saw him!"

The old hag is really annoying. She had been cursing that sorcerer from the other side because they made a new story focused on the little witch happy ending. Why would she get so mad about that guy? I would've done the same if it made money. Sigh.... I just want to sleep quietly. I'm getting out of here before my head explodes. The forest is peaceful and quiet today. I can sleep on that tree branch. Hop! I go!

My whiskers sway softly by the wind as I yawn with my big mouth. My eyelids feel heavier now, so I close them and my head cushions on my arms. This serenity brought back the relief I felt when she got out alive from that place. I've already given up on her when the dream came to me. She died in the fire of that house because the man wasn't able to make it there that day. Well, that's the probability at least. Lerra's blood will continue then, good for her.

The little witch got much stronger now, strong enough to contain her influence a bit more. The old hag couldn't feel it but I'm more sensitive towards our ancestor's soul. There's another way to save herself from letting the magic ruin her life. But it can only work if she's sincere. The little witch has to have a strong bond with other people and accept the magic fully. From what I saw, she passed the first one but she hasn't fully accepted the magic yet. I mean, I won't accept anything that had first jeopardized my life. Magic can be a little bitch some time. You had to accept it despite the trouble it brings.

Sigh.... I can't sleep with these thoughts running through my head... That child is going to carry Lerra's blood in the future. Should I let go of my selfish hope? I look at the sky and seemingly seek for the answer. A lot of memories of the little girl that once walked barefoot on the ground, too carefree of this world problem, too innocent for the short life she had. This stupid silent annoys me now. I want an answer not a literature of wind!

"Chirp! Chirp!"

My ears perk at the sound. It originates from the other tree. The little bird is hanging by the nest desperately. It's pushed by its sibling. The mother bird doesn't seem to care though. My eyes wait to see the next scenario. The little bird looks much smaller than its sibling but it tries so hard to stay inside the nest. If the mother didn't interfere, it'll fall. It might die from the fall or eaten by a prey waiting on the ground. But the mother is stubborn with her choice to let the two settle it themselves. She won't bother as long as her stronger child lives.

I know my decision. I knew what I has chosen. The weaker one had no chance to live and I know that. That's why that day I gave the little girl hope that I would come to her one day. It's a promise. And a promise I'll never forget. the same with the little bird. It will come with me. I hop to the tree and snatch it away from the nest.

THE END