I stood, lonely, forsaken, looking up at the rainy sky.
My dark reddish fur was ruffled by the soft wind. The kits jeered at me, the demon, the silent child of death.
The bones of my traitor of a father lie in a silent corner. My mother's bones were scattered throughout camp.
Can a demon child ever be happy?
No, no.
But still...that one kit, abandoned, injured, lay simply studying the ground, nearby.
I don't know, I don't know, I never know. Tell me why.
One day, that kit stood and walked over to me after the sunset.
"What's your name?" She asks.
"I'm sorry, I have no name."
She looks down at me, contemplating.
"That's all right. Neither do I, after all."
And so, every night, we would simply gaze up at the stars together, our silent eyes slowly having emotion.
Then, one day, she comes over another time. The last time we would stand together in that grass stained scarlet with our tears.
"Come on, let's leave together!"
Together, we stand, and flee from that horrid place as the sun rises in a bloodred sky.
"I don't know, I don't know, please tell me why."
"Because we are alive!" She yowls into the red sky. Night flickers again.
"How long have we ran?"
She turns.
"Moments...really, it is forever..."
And then she looks up, her gray eyes glowing with happiness.
"My name is Nighthawk. What is your name?"
And at last, I have an answer.
"My name is Crimson."
Together, we stand as one, looking forward, not above into the past as always.
And for once, we have the courage to live.
And so, we were sucked up into the air and away, away, away forever, into the world of never-ending, overwhelming joy.
But Fate wasn't kind.
Those destined as demon children can never live in happiness.
And they were placed gently against the sunset, almost real, not quite fake.