Casualties Of War

by maskedoriginalpenname

It is a weapon, that's what everyone tells Merlin the young man is, nothing more, nothing less. All Merlin sees is a shivering wreck who eyes plead to him through the bars of his cage. But why is he so dangerous?

The darkness I became.

Hunters, like nightmarish shadows dancing grotesquely through the darkness of the bitter night. Fear, writhing in your body struggling to consume you completely, you can't stop, you can't breathe, you can run though. You streak through the trees like a gazelle when its prey is closing in on them, the wildness in your eye, the predators' teeth glint in the moonlight as they clamber towards you. Swords ready to run through you like a knife through butter. Sobs cut through the night like daggers but it doesn't occur to you that those cries, so broken, so inhuman, are coming from your throat. Their so close now, you can hear their heartbeats thump in a monotone but maybe it's the blood that races through you ears.

You're scared, so scared and cold and so, so alone. But it's the anger that burns through you, undying, unquenchable. You can feel it burning. Feel it writhe and struggles like a wild animal in a miniscule cage. Hands suddenly claws at your through and yanks you towards a mans vast stomach and a view crawls into your ear.

"Time to die, nightmare child..."

. The night explodes in liquid fire.