A cold wind blew through the desert where it stumbled upon a thief, who paid it no mind. For the wind was warm and gentle when compared to the ice inside his much too young heart.
Violet eyes were glued to the moon as though the pale circle could save his mind from wandering to the dark, endless void which filled the heaven, could keep him from seeing the thousands of souls which twinkled with a dim brightness as they screamed with their mute voices.
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He had felt a warmth earlier that day, he had been in an tavern. There had been people - friends, families, loved ones … all alive. So very alive. So happy.
All the people had laughed, smiled and danced.
And he had felt so warm. So very, very warm. As the fire consumed him.
How dared they?
How dared they be so alive? Why were they alive? Why them? Couldn't they have died instead? What made them any better that his fam-
Family…
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The eyes broke from the shinning ci'cle to look down at his own shivering body as his mind finally registered the cold.
Shivering from cold … That was bad. He would get sick, and possibly even die… He closed his eyes. His father would scold him if he got sic-
… No.
Who cared? The young thief certainly didn't.
He laid down in the sand and spread his arms to the side, letting the cold take his body.
All he cared about'had been stripped from him.
He looked up at the heaven, listening to the screaming souls. They would scream forever..
- unless someone avenged them.
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Move
He lifted a hand, watching as the pale light shone on it.
You have to
Their souls shone on him
Get up
The souls shone through the void for him, for them, for their vengeance; his purpose.
Don't stay down, child
He watched his hand as he turned it in the starlight. He wasn't alone, they were with him.
He should move on for them. He owed them that … He had been unable to do anything but watch as their lives had been torn from their broken bodies.
But how could he move for them, when he could barely even survive? Everything was so cold. He needed warmth to survive
Warmth…
A bitter smile passed his lips as an image flashed through his mind. The tavern, sheltering and warm. A man and a woman dancing, smiling, moving; living.
His own father had at times danced with him, and his mother. He had felt so warm back then.
Live, my son
The light hit his hand as if it tried to caress and hold it.
We're with you
A smile melted his expression as his limps began to move, allowing the light to caress every part of his living, moving body;
Moving in a lonely dance with his family as the empty desert grew warmer.
The cover is 'Desert flags' by thooruchan and can be found here:
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