Returned To Normalcy

Normal is weird in a way, it's normal to sleep in a bed, eat at a table with utensils. Alfie thought his life was normal, he did not know sleeping in a doghouse was bad, how eating out of bowls on the floor was concerning, he wasn't allowed on the furniture after all. Alfie does not understand the normal he now must learn; how rare he is. His family did not realize how easily their child could be snatched away in the daylight, how alluring he was to the ordinary. At five years old Alfie learned a cruel normal, fourteen years later his loved ones hope to show him how beautiful normal can be.

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The man took in the trembling boy looking no older than fourteen. Distraught noise slipped past his lips as he took in his small form, scars covering most of his body. Tail tucked between his legs as he tried to hide behind the obsidian waves that fell like a curtain around him. Black ears flicked and pressed down atop his head, silver eyes shining with fear and uncertainty.
"Where's master?"