November 13, 2018, 03:02:43 AM
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They had been traveling for months with no direction. Each turn was something mysterious for them both, unknowing if they were going in circles or gaining ground on the home they used to know. Chrono trudged on with a heavy heart, one with sorrow and confusion. Crenate had been so soft to him in his childhood, but something... something corrupted the very veins he resided in. By the time Saboro had fallen under the weight of ash once again, the boy could see that his 'father' had grown into a hungry monster.
And so under the cover of ash and fire, he decided to run. His loyalty and his love faltering. His family wasn't even his real family. Gray had made sure of that, to make the yearling unwelcome and it worked. Detachment fell into resentment. Saboro wanted blood, it was always thirsty for it, but Chrono refused to succumb to the inevitable fate that crossed the battle-born souls of the red nation. Instead, he let go.
He wanted to go home.
The boy couldn't remember the sweet scent of lilac trees and the summer warmth that graced the soft green meadows. All he could remember was flashes of red and teeth, of blossomed bellies and slick crimson mud. The sweet aroma was replaced with sharp iron, the memory piercing his soul until he felt bile rising in his throat. Many nights he spent wondering if they'd hunt him down and slay him like they did his parents when war was very much alive. In a way, he didn't care if they killed him. The boy however was trained to stay silent and to cover his tracks. As a spectre, he was a ghost and therefore disappeared without a trace.
When the pale girl from his childhood found him, Chrono was astonished. How did she get this far from the territory and how did she find him? Questions had whirled through his mind but his silent nature only led him to just that — Silence.
For some time he allowed her to follow without words exchanged. It wasn't until he grew comfortable and used to the idea of a companion did he start to slow his pace and actually spend time in her presence. Ever so silent, her voice (if she decided to speak at all) a calming antidote to his anxiety. It was a weight he carried with him, not knowing if they were in danger or heading the right direction. There was a chance a string of jaws were waiting for them, to throw them into the depths of spikes that would spear their lungs and brains and to leave them rotting for flies. There was, however, a chance he would find the land of blossoms and warmth. Of forgotten memories of comfort and milk.
Red eyes glanced at the pale girl as he smiled with reassurance. Just a little longer, then we can take a break. For the last few days they could smell the salt in the air. They were close to the ocean, something he had never seen before. It was an indication that they were, indeed, far from Saboro. Far from the violence and corruption. The forests no longer climbed the mountains, the land stretching flatter now into soft hills before dipping into the strait. As they came over the hill, he stopped.
The wind brought warmth and the smell of flowers, of purple lilacs that blanketed the area. Chrono paused, taking in the scene as the sun slowly dipped below the mountains behind them. It was beautiful, and for the first time his memory was filled with happiness instead of death. He couldn't remember his mother's face, only that she smiled at him and told him to go out and play.
Go play, we'll be right behind y-
He glanced to Yurei again, tears threatening to fall but never did. The boy swallowed before turning his head back to the purple forest.
"I'm home..."
And so under the cover of ash and fire, he decided to run. His loyalty and his love faltering. His family wasn't even his real family. Gray had made sure of that, to make the yearling unwelcome and it worked. Detachment fell into resentment. Saboro wanted blood, it was always thirsty for it, but Chrono refused to succumb to the inevitable fate that crossed the battle-born souls of the red nation. Instead, he let go.
He wanted to go home.
The boy couldn't remember the sweet scent of lilac trees and the summer warmth that graced the soft green meadows. All he could remember was flashes of red and teeth, of blossomed bellies and slick crimson mud. The sweet aroma was replaced with sharp iron, the memory piercing his soul until he felt bile rising in his throat. Many nights he spent wondering if they'd hunt him down and slay him like they did his parents when war was very much alive. In a way, he didn't care if they killed him. The boy however was trained to stay silent and to cover his tracks. As a spectre, he was a ghost and therefore disappeared without a trace.
When the pale girl from his childhood found him, Chrono was astonished. How did she get this far from the territory and how did she find him? Questions had whirled through his mind but his silent nature only led him to just that — Silence.
For some time he allowed her to follow without words exchanged. It wasn't until he grew comfortable and used to the idea of a companion did he start to slow his pace and actually spend time in her presence. Ever so silent, her voice (if she decided to speak at all) a calming antidote to his anxiety. It was a weight he carried with him, not knowing if they were in danger or heading the right direction. There was a chance a string of jaws were waiting for them, to throw them into the depths of spikes that would spear their lungs and brains and to leave them rotting for flies. There was, however, a chance he would find the land of blossoms and warmth. Of forgotten memories of comfort and milk.
Red eyes glanced at the pale girl as he smiled with reassurance. Just a little longer, then we can take a break. For the last few days they could smell the salt in the air. They were close to the ocean, something he had never seen before. It was an indication that they were, indeed, far from Saboro. Far from the violence and corruption. The forests no longer climbed the mountains, the land stretching flatter now into soft hills before dipping into the strait. As they came over the hill, he stopped.
The wind brought warmth and the smell of flowers, of purple lilacs that blanketed the area. Chrono paused, taking in the scene as the sun slowly dipped below the mountains behind them. It was beautiful, and for the first time his memory was filled with happiness instead of death. He couldn't remember his mother's face, only that she smiled at him and told him to go out and play.
Go play, we'll be right behind y-
He glanced to Yurei again, tears threatening to fall but never did. The boy swallowed before turning his head back to the purple forest.
"I'm home..."
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