tbh i just wrote this for a school project. it strives quite a bit from canon.

This town is sick.

It's the only words I can manage to muster in my mind. I run and run, away from my mother and my father, away from nobility, away from who I was. I pass countless people on the way, people acting like nothing was about to happen . My legs ache, my side burns and my heart feels like it's about to burst at any second.

The smell of ash and smoke reaches my nostrils, and before I know it I'm collapsed on the ground, choking. No one comes to help me. No one comes to help anyone, even when they know that hundreds of innocent people will burn to death.

This town is heartless.

I somehow find strength in myself to get up weakly, and I find myself running once again. It's not long until I reach the wall separating the noble and the poor, where the rich dump their waste that the homeless treasure. I had once sought for refugee here, and I found it for a short time. But then my father found me, and all hopes of me having my own life vanished. His authority was like a hand around my throat, slowly but surely choking me to death.

The smell was even more awful than usual in Grey Terminal. I start to gag, a pit in my stomach rising higher and higher the more I inhale the fumes. I stare up at the orange and black sky with watery eyes. The flames are surely burning everything to the ground, including the people and my friends- my brothers. Not my 'friends' that my parents had introduced me due to their noble rank, but my true friends that accepted me even though I was the son of a noble.

I hate this town.

I rush towards the gate and yell at the guards to open them. When they refuse, I start to bang on the wall and scream at the top of my lungs, tears falling down my cheeks. I hate it. I hate not knowing what was happening. I hate the fact that I was born a noble.

"Hey, don't do that! You brat!" one of the guards shouts, as the other tries to pull me away. I flinch away, his touch reminding me all-to-much of my father and the way he would yell at me for not being what he wanted me to be. I turned around and raised my fist, my knuckles turning white. The guard who was holding me looked down on me with disgust.

I hate that look. The way they looked at the poor, with their lips curled into a sneer. This town was the disgusting one. I hate this town.

I'm ashamed I was born a noble.

I brought back my fist and threw a punch, aiming at the guard's gut. The guard cried out in pain and swore, throwing as many insults as he could towards me. I hated the way he grabbed me as if he owned me, as if I was just a puppet for the nobles in the town.

I don't want to live here any more.

All thoughts of my friends disappear, and I think about myself for a change. What did I do to deserve this authority? Why was I, just an innocent boy, being forced to study until my hands bled? I ignore the sounds of the guards and the slowly forming crowd around us. I can only concentrate on my own heartbeat.

I can escape.

The little voice in my head whispers these three words. Three words that could change my fate forever.

Without a second's thought, I run. I run until I find the port, until I find a boat.

Tomorrow I'll be sailing.

The sea is a vast place. Surely I can find somewhere that doesn't care about their control over me.

Tomorrow I'll be free.