| Subject: A child and his tears.. |
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Invellios
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Date Posted: 16:34:28 09/19/02 Thu
The poor child..for what he had seen, no one could have seen within ten lifetimes, or even ten times that. And to be such a coward to duck and cover himself as the battles raged on. The poor child could have FELT each blow as if he were there in the melee.
But where was he? In the corner with his hands over his head, shivering, trying to drive out the images that ravaged and scourced his mind, his short, metallic wings shivering in nothing more than sheer primal fear.
"N-no..I-I can't take this! I want my mom, or even my spiteful father! Anyone, ANYONE! I don't want to be alone!"
And then it stopped, as quickly as it had hit him, the feeling left. Although the damage had been dealt, the child had no idea as for what happened.
Standing upright, his short cute blue hair seemed to dance in a non-existant breeze. Eyes of golden pupils lay their sights on a Spear, that of a jousting type in the corner of the room. Blue sparks seemed to dance widly as he grew closer and closer towards the weapon.
"..No..I know the truth...mommy and dad are dead..I don't want to believe it...but I wasn't raised to be so naive..couragous is another thing..."
He wanted to cry, but held the tears, reminded of his fathers voice.
"Real men don't cry, you won't amount to nothing if you allow yourself to be such a whimp.."
Yea, his dad wasn't the nicest of men..but he gave him some inspiration during those moments that he would rather turn tail and run. Although his words didn't help him just a second ago..
Gripping the Jousting Spear, his body jerked with an azure-ish energy and his hair spiked to life, seeming to grow more wavery.
The door to his home flew open, and the young boy, with water in his eyes, began to move forward...
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