Disclaimer: I really wish Skye was mine. But that will never happen so I guess I'll just have to deal with it.
Thanks for the review Flower of the Sea! It really means a lot to me(: My first review!
.:Before:.
Dye it crimson red
There was too much blood.
Too much waste.
A little boy stared in shock, dismayed by horrible fate.
Earlier that morning…
"Skye, it's the Starry Night Festival today! Since it's a holiday, do you think you could go on an errand to Mineral Town for me?" A smile was plastered on his mother's pale face. He knew that this festival meant a lot to his mother, it was the first date that his father brought his mother to. Too bad he could never bring her again. They had married two seasons later and had Skye but his father died, too soon. He could not even witness the arrival of his son to this world.
He wanted his mother to be able to celebrate this special occasion so he agreed. He would leave town and little did he know that nothing would be awaiting his return. Not even a crying mother.
"Thank you very much, young lad. Happy Starry Night Festival!" Shouted the shop assistant from over the counter. Skye sighed. "She sent me to town just to collect a few packets of curry powder?" He mumbled. Oh well. He had better be on his way. Bracing himself, he climbed and saddled himself onto the horse's back and rode home.
The floor was red.
The garden was red.
The village was red.
The whole world was red.
It was all dyed a beautiful crimson red.
He had returned to the town, finding it exceptionally quiet. Something was amiss. The festival probably hadn't started yet, he thought, and shrugged the feeling off. But he could feel a nagging, ominous thought at the back of his mind. He tried hard to ignore it.
The village was enshrouded in total silence. Maybe, something was really wrong. He rode his horse back to his home at full speed, thundering across plains of flora and fauna. Even the animals seemed a bit disturbed. What exactly had happened?
It was a horrible sight. Bodies lay lifelessly on the hard, cold floor. Thick, red liquid oozed from them, staining the floorboards red.
Mr. Dermont. His mother. Their friends. All of them.
The house which had once been filled with their laughter and joy had now metamorphosized into a cold, bloody one. A house screaming of murder.
The silence that echoed
It was too quiet.
The silence was scary. It screamed words. It screamed fear and mockery and disgust. Disgust at the only boy who survived.
Who would be able to stand such a sound? Such a disgusting sound, this silence.
Who had done such a thing? Silenced the village, their screams never heard. Who could have been this cruel?
The village he had spent his childhood in, was now in ruins. It wasn't suitable for living in anymore. He needed to find somewhere else, to get away from all this. He had to get away, before the killer realised he still lived.
He ran into the house, tried to ignore the cruel slaughter, wiping his tears furiously and stuffing his necessities into an old tattered bag. He found a picture of his mother, expecting, beside his father. He put that into his bag too.
The fragrance of curry wafted from the kitchen. He followed the smell and found a pot of simmering curry sitting on top of the stove. He opened the lid, and found his favourite dish, Finest Curry.
It was his mother's last gift for him. A simple curry dish, yet filled with love and sweat. And blood. Her last gift to him. Wishing for him to survive and live meaningfully on this world.
Wolfing down the contents of the pot, he emptied the remainders into containers and put them into his bag. He left the house. He left the village. He rode, on his horse, from the comfort of this world and left it behind.
He would never look back.
The new start
As a child with no shoulder to lean on and no income, no food, no shelter, he was virtually helpless. But his strong will to survive insisted for him to carry on, to journey to a place where he would belong. But first, he had to do something. It would not necessarily succeed but he hoped fervently that it would.
After days of travelling, he finally reached the capital. The capital, the place where the government and police would be found. He had to make a report and make sure the killer was caught. He would not let his poor mother and villagers die in vain. Even that bully. He would not let the person responsible for their deaths run free.
With a jingle, the doors swung open and a little boy, clad in dirty clothes, entered the room. Policemen stared at him weirdly, like they thought he was just in there for fun. He ignored their gazes on his back and went to the counter. "Mister, I would like to make a report." The man clad in blue looked at him with disgust in his eyes. "Sorry lad, but we don't have time for beggars here. Now, be on your way."
What? How could they say that? Even as he might seem poor, he was definitely not a beggar. He was just a child. Just a child who was all alone in this world now. "But… Mister, my entire family and village was killed-"
"Young lad here, what did I just tell you? Don't try this trick on me. I know very well what you're up to. But even if your whole family is dead or gone, I won't spare you any money. Now, be gone!"
No matter what he tried to say or how he protested, they would not listen to his story. Eventually, they got so irritated, the police dragged him and threw him out of the police station.
The tears started coming. No one would listen. And no one ever will. He crawled miserably to his feet and stood up.
Where was all the justice in this world? Was it all gone? The police officers were so… corrupt. He heard that they bullied villagers and took their possessions for their own but he never thought that it would be true. He always believed in justice and punishment for those who opposed it. But now, he never would. Justice seemed like a fantasy in reality. It would never exist. This world was too cruel. He was too foolish. Revenge? Vengeance? Those were just childish fantasies. Reality was not living in the past. Reality was surviving in now. He had to think of a way to survive. To continue living on this world, just like his mother would have wanted him to.
But the problem was, how?
Another one! This was a pretty fast update. Its kinda cliché though. He's gonna start thieving in the next one, yay I've been wanting to write that one. I'm not planning to study for my exams. Oh well. Reviews please(:
P.S. It isn't known what exactly happened to the village. Ooh I love suspense! LOL