So...my first story, huh..? I actually wrote this at 2 in the morning when I couldn't sleep, so...the more you know, right? Anyway...thank you so much for reading! Have a good day, and a good read! (by the way, if you find this hard to read, I'd recommend reading this in 3/4 or 1/2)
Have fun :3
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He Lie
He lie, his friend beside him, under the stars. Their age allowed them the joys of childhood, and the freedoms that ever-lasting energy could bring. His red hat to his right, and his only friend to his left, he looked up at the night sky, grass cold against his back. He heard his friend talking, showing off all of the knowledge he had gained from his grandfather, but he was too distracted by the beauty of the night reflected in his friend's green eyes to listen.
He lie, on his friend's couch. The sound of faint shouting could be heard, coming from the house to the right, the house once filled with happiness. He rest on the cushions, remembering his father's words of promise. He remembered his own hopeful feelings, now being torn away like the flesh of a wolf's meal. He listened, not to the distant debating, but to his friend's words of comfort. He felt a warm hand wipe away the liquid sorrow that had been draining out of his eyes. He shut his eyelids, and fell into the welcoming darkness.
He lie, on the hard mattress of concrete that was the school ground. He had managed to keep a blank face, even as his first and only friend showered him with the pains of jealousy and wrath. He watched, as his friend's once cheerful face turned into one of hatred and rage. He sat up, unknowingly putting himself through another one-sided battle. His clothes, once crisp and crimson, were now tattered and torn, covered in patches of wine-red. He only stayed still as his friend destroyed whatever friendship they had left, just as he had destroyed the hat, now lying to the side, broken.
He lie, recovering from the sheer power of the creatures whom he and his former friend commanded. He stood up, calm, in amidst all of the rubble surrounding them. What once was the Great Champion's hall was now nothing but a broken battleground. He saw the panic upon his now rival's face as his giant beast didn't get up. He watched as the tears built up in the eyes of his defeated competition. He left, not acknowledging his victory, nor the loss required to achieve it.
He lie, sheltered from the raging winds. He ignored the blanket of cold that had enveloped him. He sat up, remembering the joyful face of his only friend, only to instantly break away from the trail of thought he was following, even though that trail promised only safety. He had secluded himself from the world, and from his own desires. He listens, noticing a sound he had not heard in a long time. He rose, and exited his only haven. He left, following the voice he had heard many times in his dreams.
He lie, barely hearing any of the words his former rival's mouth formed. He breathed, taking in his surroundings. He found it difficult to move, even when he pushed his weary muscles to their limits. He took another breath. He felt the loving touch of his former competition's hand rest on his. He gazed at his former friend, red irises holding his green ones. He closed his tired eyes.
He lie, unmoving.