Mommy.
He led the quest.
He didn't- couldn't cry.
He was the hero.
He didn't want- need to cry.
It was his destiny
Fates had woven his thread
Split his thread apart
From the only real family he had
As soon as his eyes closed, he'd see the flash of light
not Minotaur but light
the lightning bright flash that stole his mother
the lightning thief
He missed her.
He wanted a hug
For her to say it was all
okay
when it wasn't
okay
at all
He'd wake up crying
Hide in his pillow
He wanted his mom
Mommy.
.
.
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A/N This is my first drabble. It felt SO GOOD, loved writing it! Maybe that's me 'burning the midnight oil.'
I'd like to point out the title is from Mysterious Benedicts Society by Trenton Lee Stewart and this style of writing was inspired from side by side by ButterflyFlyToMe, which is amazing.
Please PLEASE review, even to tell me it was stupid, ahhh I need reviews omnomnom.
But I think I need some sleep too.