I am happy and do you know why? Because I finally managed to make one damn chapter! I am really bad at beginning…so that`s the result…

CHAPTER 1: The locked door

Pointy hills, small hills, blue hills, grey icy hills… Such a boring sight… It didn`t matter where the boy looked, there were always hills. Icy pointy hills were covering his sight and nothing would be changed about it. They neither would move nor would they disappear because they were freaking rocks! No matter how long he would stand in front of the window, nothing would happen.

Deinos desperately sighed as he placed his chin on his hand, he couldn´t believe that he was once fascinated of this view, this boring empty view. Even though he had the chance to leave his room, and even though he had the chance to leave this tower, from the one window which he was looking through right know; he wouldn´t go very far or even encounter anything special because a big mural was surrounding his little blue playground. A sad grey wall out of stones was cutting his freedom; Well the mural wasn´t fault that this place was prison. No, the person who made it, was fault and indeed, this wall did fulfill his job by making this tower a prison for him; slowly and without realize he got caged by this mural. However the boy couldn`t deny it that this lonely tower was his so called `home`.

A light breeze brushed over his warm face at the time when he wanted to look away. He was sick of looking at the same spot and sat on the sill to face his bed where a few books were scattered around. It wasn`t like the books were new, so he wasn`t feeling very angry about his own behavior. A few had light flaws, but they were still useable. He still cared about their conditions because it was the only thing in which he could really waste his time.

Having the cold air on his back, another sigh escaped from his mouth. Everything just changed for him in the past years. He realized that he was locked in his room and that he couldn`t escape; he realized that his bookshelves where he could find many interesting facts and information about humans which this kind didn´t even know themselves, became boring ; he realized that his beautiful sight became dull and empty.

But the most disturbing part of all things was, why? Why did he notice everything? Why in this age? Why was he feeling that way? Was it because he knew something was outside? Was the wall fault or maybe the books, the books which were blazoned with so many colorful pictures? Pictures which were showing the world outside. Or could it be… the flower from the mural?

Stepping questioned from the window, his eyes stared at the top of one of the wooden bookshelves which were attached to the wall. A not very outstanding plant was placed between two old books which seemed to give the little flower the shadow it needed, even though it was dry and on the verge of dying.

Since the white thing was a big change in his daily routine, Deinos tried everything to keep that fragile plant alive. But for all that, it didn`t work out, the plant will die. For some reason the child felt guilty even if didn`t do anything wrong, he knew how to take care of flowers, everything was written down in the books. It was just sad that he couldn`t do anything, he wasn`t able to keep the hope which he had in this dull looking building, a building where nothing changed. However this little plant changed it, it was able to survive between the cold stones and give the child a little shard of hope. He knew that the daisy will dry out if he kept him in the mural, so he brought it to his room. But that was for nothing. Then why? Why was this place lonely? Why? Why didn`t it let things inside? Or even outside? Was it forbidden?

Deinos held pained his head while putting the books of the plant aside, without doing anything the daisy will disappear like the happiness of him. He was locked and he couldn`t change it. It wasn`t simple like those stories in the fairy tale, the kid didn`t even know why he was locked. Angry, he threw one book to the wall. Why was he keeping them anyway? They only make his brain fuzzy. Heroes go on journeys without having a plan in their mind and then suddenly they safe the princess. Wonderful so logical and the readers will learn a few morals. Hurray, morals! You can only learn it when you are able to read! Yay! The boy threw a fist to the carpeted ground. To hell with their happily ever after! He grabbed the book which he threw once and tore it into pieces. Throwing the pages to every corner of his spacious room, he sank desperately on the floor, still scratching on it as if he was doodling the carpet. He didn`t have the luck to be rescued or even why should he. Ratsch! This was his home. Ratsch! Was he becoming insane? Insane at his age? Ratsch! What`s wrong being an insane child who just want some attention and love. Yes…love would be good, especially warmth from another person. Hugged by someone and sit on the one`s person lap, just being together.

The boy`s hand stopped moving, he looked down at the mess which he made while his mind was absent. Why? I really would like to know… Almost every question he had about human was answered. He had the books for that. But now, he received no response, not even by his self could figure it out. Deinos wondered whether he was asking too much, as he was looking at his empty hands. Was this wrong? Is it wrong to long for something you don`t have? He made his hand into a fist.

"Is it wrong? Say, is it wrong to want a person by his side?"

He spoke aloud as if he was asking somebody who would listen to him. But there was nobody. That`s why nothing happened and no answer came back. It was expected since he was locked in this room. How should he talk to somebody? Even so he knew somebody was watching him, the one who locked him away.

"Answer me! … just answer me once…"

The boy wouldn`t cry about. It was no use. The previous tries didn`t even worked, why should it do now. Crying wouldn`t change anything. Deinos suddenly scoffed at his own thought. He was a child and already was used not to act all wimpy. Well he didn`t really have a choice. If he ever could have the chance, he would use it and ease himself with crying. But he couldn`t, it was just a nice dream.

Letting his left arm fall to his side, he hit on something with the back of his hand, the fairy-tale book, however only the book cover was left. He stood up and took it in his hands. A stupid story which would never happen. Well monster did exist, but the success of hero was never hundred percent. A grin soiled his soft pale lips. The boy suddenly didn`t care anymore. Why not? Why not do the same as the people in the book. He had nothing to lose. If he gets hurt, then it should be. At least he would forget the real pain. The boy shouted at the ceiling.

"Hey, I`m gonna break my leg and it will be your fault! The pain will be your fault and then I will hate you. I will hate you to the very end. I will curse you! I don`t care what reason you had, I will hate you!"

Deinos felt a bit hurt. He didn`t hate the person, he would like to hear its reasons and especially he didn`t wish it a curse. The boy just wanted to get out; He was becoming insane. He wanted to be hugged again, feeling the loved warmth again and for this he would even say hurtful things.

From the past years the boy learned something, he never got badly injured since he was locked. When he jumped out of the window, but didn`t know how to land, an unknown force helped him to reduce the injury in blowing a breeze against him. It always happened in many different ways but in the end the boy never thought about it seriously. Now he understood it… somehow.

Grumpily, he walked towards the door and placed his hands on the latch without any second thought. He really wanted pull it through. Nothing will change, if he just stand there, ignoring his problems. First, he pushed the door to check whether it was open or not. It wasn`t. He could feel on the other side that two forces were pushing against. They were weak; however the main problem was the door.

Making a big gap for the attempt, Deinos began to run, then right after this he jumped. Both of his feet touched the big piece of black metal. Now he should fall, now he should hear a cracking sound of his legs, they should be broken and especially after this attempt he will scream in pain. He wouldn`t be able to walk for weeks and his life would make a big step in the direction of despair. But it didn`t happen. Nothing of his imagination occurred, the metal fall to the front and he was simply laying with watery eyes on the floor. Not because of the pain, because he made it.

Finally the door was open.

I actually wanted to make it longer, but the topic wouldn`t fit anymore. Well this is mainly about the thoughts of the boy. I thought out the name with a friend, (even for this I have used my brain) and accepted it because of the meaning, not of the language…

Every time when a new chapter begins, I will warn beforehand the contents.