Yes a new story, I still have a thousand other ones to finish but eehhh?
Hope you enjoy regardless
(This is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote, but with lots of changes - it's essentially a different story all together)

Stand in the Rain~

She never slows down.

She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like it's all coming down

She won't turn around

The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down

She would never forget the sight of his claws, their darker than dark colour, the roughness that was present even in his luminous silhouette. She could see the jagged bumps, the callouses that looked as though they had been pieced together with only the thought of destruction in mind.

And destruct it did.

It hadn't been long, Lucy deducted. Even with her young mind she could sense the chaos that this attack was bound to end in. She could hear the screams; she knew she couldn't do anything. How could a helpless six year old stop that?

She couldn't remember how or when she had been torn away from her mother; she could just hear her mother screaming run, the only voice that penetrated the air after that brief shout was the Beast's roar. She saw only her mother's face contort in pain as the Beast's claws closed in on her.

So, Lucy ran. She ran even when her legs were as lifeless as the bodies around her. She ran even when they crumbled like the buildings in her newly destroyed village. Unlike the buildings and the people, Lucy rose.

Rose and kept running.

She stared at the Beast's legs, at the muscles that rippled under the surface of his tough exterior. She skipped over it's arms, because she knew from the dainty scream that someone had been terminated by them. Her eyes moved to his head, where his coal eyes were enunciated by the two horns the curved over his thick skull.

She paused momentarily. Panting, she shot the last of her energy into her legs, where she felt the strain of them try and move again. She sprinted around a corner her eyes widening as her heart rate sped up even faster. She held a hand over her mouth, trying to silence her panting. But the Beast could smell her fear.

It turned slowly, and she let out a whimper, the Beast having known of her presence before it moved to face her. She swears she saw the mouth twitch, as if it was saving her for last.

I can't be the last…

It moved it's hand faster than she could see, but part of her screamed at her to duck, she listened to it. It's hand swept over her head with a whoosh, and Lucy was running again. Through the debris of houses, dodging fire and hiding in the smoke that had gathered; refusing to rise to the sky.

She heard the houses being smashed to pieces by the Beast, she tried not to scream, she tried her best to delude herself into thinking the Beast wouldn't find her.

Lucy stopped when the world around her went silent. Her ears tried to make sense of the noises; the crackling of fire, the distant crumbling of a building.

Then the roar sounded, the Beast's claw smashing into the space in front of her.

Lucy screamed, running to her right, slipping under a wooden beam and hurrying somewhere unknown. The Beast hadn't spotted her, she realised with immense relief. She collapsed onto her knees, holding her hands over her eyes as they burnt with tears, she didn't let them fall. Not yet, she vowed.

She heard a crack and her neck snapped up, seeing a cautious boy with his hand on his lips, shushing her before moving his hand for her to follow him. She rose, looking behind her briefly before following.

She spied the back of his head, the dark blue hair, the soot that clung to his arms and neck. He moved into a corner, surrounded by a wooden structure that seemed sturdier than any other home in their village. He moved over, making space for her, and she moved, burying herself in the between the wall and the boy.

Lucy felt the exhaustion catch up to her, and she let her eyes close, not knowing if they would open again.

She won't make a sound

Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down

She wants to be found

The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.

She lived a short distance away, far enough away that her home wasn't jeopardised, but close enough that she could feel the magic power in the air. She heard the screams of buildings dissembling, heard the cries of innocent people as the things they held dear were ripped away from them.

Ur Milkovich walked in front of her pupil, her eyes accessing the damage and complete destruction that had occurred overnight. The last time she had been in this village she had been spending time with a sick friend, thinking it would be the last time they would see each other. Fortunately, the woman had recovered from her sickness almost unrealistically, but as Ur took in the complete eradication before her, she knew instantaneously that her friend could not have survived. The town had been a lively place, where products and resources had been almost free because most people in the town didn't have money.

It had been a place of happiness and giving.

Now she could taste the sorrow in the air, she could feel the abundant loss of lives.

Her disciple, a short tempered, stubborn kid, was unusually quiet. His normally boisterous and power-hungry thoughts were for once kept to himself. "What happened, Ur?" his voice was solemn, or as solemn as an eight year old could get.

"It's name is Deliora. It's a demon that's been causing a decent amount of trouble." She surveyed her surroundings once more. "We need to look for survivors, Lyon."

He nodded and they descended on the shattered town.

Ur moved towards the bigger pieces of debris, where people could take shelter. It was as she was lifting a wooden beam that Lyon called out to her. She looked over at the white-haired boy, shocked to see him and another kid helping a young girl walk towards her. She tilted her head at the sight of the boy, his near black hair and blue eyes standing out against his pale skin. She could feel the power inside him, she could imagine the potential, could imagine him harnessing it; using it to stop monsters like Deliora.

The boy looked at her curiously, as if sensing her own surprise. She shifted her attention to the girl. "Lay her here," the boys eased her onto the ground and Ur checked for a pulse, pressing her fingers to the girls throat. "She's alive, probably just unconscious." She held her hand out, "I'm Ur," the boy took it cautiously, grasping her hand surprisingly tight.

"Gray,"

"That's Lyon," he took a side glance at the boy to his left, nodding in a greeting. "Do you know her?" Ur asked, nodding at the girl.

Gray shook his head, "No, she stumbled into the same building as me last night; she crashed before I could really ask her anything."

Ur frowned, sweeping the hair out of the girl's face, her eyes widening as she took in the blonde hair, the heart-shaped face, the eyes that she knew were brown without having to have the girl be awake. She imagined her without the soot and dirt on her, without the scabbed hands and knees. "Layla?" she whispered.

Gray and Lyon both looked at her funny, but she shook her head. "What did you say?" Lyon asked bluntly.

She shook her head, "No, it's nothing, she just reminds me of someone I used to know, is all."

Stand up when it's all crashing down

You stand through the pain

You won't drown

When Lucy awoke, she could feel the snow against her face, her legs held around a waist while her arms wrapped around a neck, holding her in place. She lifted her head slightly, the snow covered ground hurting her eyes as her pupils took in the brightness.

"You've been out for a while," the woman's voice was strong, as if nothing could ever take her down. "How are you feeling?"

Lucy put her head down, ignoring the stares on her back. "Sleepy,"

She nodded, "We're almost home, so you can go back to sleep."

Lucy nodded, inhaling the woman's scent and immediately taking comfort in the cold, yet warm smell. Like Mama…

Her eyes drifted close. Home?

She hadn't thought she spoke out loud, but apparently she had and the woman chuckled sadly. "Unfortunately there wasn't much of your home left, so we're taking you somewhere new."

"The snow looks pretty, doesn't it?" Lucy whispered, wanting most just to lift her head, even though she couldn't find it in herself to move a single muscle, just so she could see the flakes of ice fall to the ground.

"Well there's a lot of snow where we're going, so I hope you don't get sick of it."

Lucy burrowed her head further into the woman's neck, trying to keep her nose warm. "I promise I won't." she blinked slowly, "Mama says I'm not supposed to break promises."

The woman was silent for a little while, her feet crunching on the snow as two lighter sets of footsteps followed behind. "I'm Ur."

"Lucy," she whispered, just loud enough for Ur to hear.

She felt a snowflake land on her cheek, it was colder than the others that had landed on her face, for some reason Lucy took comfort in it.

The snowflake did not melt.

And one day, what's lost can be found

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~MyFictionalFantasy