Scrape Away
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Author's note: I thought of this when I was watching Shrek the third.
Pairings: None.
Summary: As I stared into his eyes, I knew he was my dad.
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The night was dark, stars twinkled in the sky, moon shone brightly, the smell of rotten cheese clung into the air. Yep, I was at the Swamp that Shrek loved so much. Tonight was a get together. Everyone was there. I sat on a hollow log, thinking. Thinking about my past. Usually, I don't think about this, but it just suddenly stuck to me.
Who is my father? I never met him, not like I want to. But I just want to know. I needed to ask him something.
Why did he give up on me?
I sighed. A couple of fireflies flew past me. I heard crickets chirping loudly.
"Senior?" A Spanish voice came from behind me. "Why are you out here, when you can be inside?" Puss in boots hopped over the log I was sitting on. He then faced me.
I propped my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands. "I was just thinking," my voice was muffled by my hands, but Puss understood me.
He just nodded his head and said, "Well, when you're ready, you can come inside, okay?"
I nodded my head, my face still buried into my hands. The orange cat then quietly walked away. About fifteen minutes of thinking and wondering, I finally felt ready to go back inside. I stood up, about to walk when I heard a horse from somewhere near me, running. The horse's hoofs echoed throughout the swamp. I panicked. I did not want to be seen, so I ran.
Since the sound was coming near Shrek's house, I ran the opposite direction. I ran as fast as I could. I could hear my heart thumping, legs aching, palm sweating, and my chest was heaving. My footsteps echoed against the pavement. I look over my shoulder to find something white was chasing me. Again, I panicked. I forced my legs to run even faster, no matter how much this hurts me.
Suddenly, I landed on the muddy ground. I hissed as I found out my knee was wounded. Blood seeped out. I realized I tripped over a log.
"Damn log," I cursed quietly. I quickly got up, but to be only stopped by a man with a white horse. I couldn't see his face; it was shadowed by the hood he was wearing. The only thing I could see on his face was a dirty little smirk. On his body, he wore a dark cloak.
"I've been looking for you, Arthur."
My eyes widened, "How do you know my name?"
"Well, I did create you, so I should know your name." He scoffed.
"D-dad?" I asked, not believing that I was finally face to face with my own father.
"Capture the foolish boy. Quickly now!" My father ordered, a couple of guards ran by my side and hand cuffed my wrists.
Chapter 1 completed!
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