*THIS BACK STORY HAS ABUSE IN IT, IF THAT IS A TRIGGER FOR YOU PLEASE DONT READ THIS CHAPTER*
Radish moved between the stalls at the bazaar, carrying the bags of supplies and the food rations his father had sent him to buy with the little money they had. He hurried back home, scared that if he was late again, his father would get angry and hit him.
"Come, come and hear your future..." He heard from the carpet covered stall of the gypsy woman. He paused, looking at the leftover coins in his small hand. Just enough for a fortune, and he still had some time...
Radish turned into the stall, looking at the kind wrinkled face of the gypsy woman. She held out her hand. "Do you want to know your future?" He nodded, dropping the coins into her hand and sitting down on the pillows when she indicated. She grabbed his hand, pulling it close to her and tracing her long nails lightly over the lines that were on his palm. He bit his lip to keep from laughing.
The gypsy woman looked at his face an smiled. "You will find true love one day, she will have hair as gold as the sun, and eyes as dark green as an emerald."
He looked at her confused. "What is the sun?"
"You will find it where your true love is."
"What do you mean? Isn't she here?"
"She is very far away. But she is also very near to you."
Radish opened his mouth to ask another question, before the bell rang signaling the time. His eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet, running home. He reached his house, opening the door and carefully putting the bags on the low table. "... Dad?"
He heard something fall in his dad's room, and hesitantly peeked into his dads room. He saw his father holding a bottle in one hand, and the picture of his mother in the other, tears streaming from his father's blue eyes, his fathers black hair stringy and greasy. Radish slowly started backing up, knowing it was not time to speak with his father.
His foot accidentally his the table, making a dull noise echo through the house. He froze, watching his dads head rise slowly and narrow his eyes on him. He glanced at the picture his dad was holding, the dull yellow eyes and fire truck red hair familiar to him as he saw them everyday he looked in the mirror. His dad stood up, stomping towards him and grabbing his hair before pulling his hair up and towards him.
He yelped, grabbing his fathers hand as his dad yelled at him. "It's your fault! It's all your fault that she's dead! If you hadn't come along, she would still be alive! It should have been you who died! Not her!" His dad slapped him, throwing him on the ground before hitting and kicking him over and over again as Radish cried and pleaded for him to stop.
Radish limped to his bed, whimpering as he laid down slowly on his small cot, aching all over. He closed his eyes, thinking of his true love. How happy they would be. What their house would look like, how many kids they would have... What she would look like. How much she would love him. How much he would treasure her.
He smiled, ignoring the pain of the bruises forming on his face and split lip, dreaming of his happy future.
TIME SKIP
Radish glared at the girl as she ran from his room crying, her dull yellow hair flying from her face to show the bright red hand print on her cheek. He scoffed, slamming the door and turning back to his room. The force of his door closing caused an old drawing from his childhood falling down from the shelf it had been tucked away on.
He paused, looking at the picture before slowly picking up the childish drawing of a girl with large green eyes and bright yellow hair wearing a white dress who was holding hands with a boy who had dark red hair and large bright yellow eyes.
He growled, crumpling up the old paper and ripping it apart. He laughed softly. "True love? No such thing."
Radish grinned darkly, attacking the poor human girl with green hair with everything he had, finding pleasure from her panicked expression as it took everything she had to defend herself from his onslaught. A white and gold sword arched through the air towards him, which he dodged before facing the new pathetic thing.
He stopped as he was temporarily blinded by the sun glinting off the girls hair, which was almost the same color as the sunbeams that were touching them. Her emerald green eyes glaring at him. He growled, narrowing his eyes hatefully at her as he attacked her with double that he had been attacking the other girl. Not real. There is no true love. There is no girl with sun colored hair and emerald eyes. There can't be. He grinned darkly, watching her move. Well, if you want to say there is true love, she has to deal with the pain that comes with my 'love'.