Even Demons Cry

They stood in silence until Dane said:

"You did not get a choice." He said losingly, he was about to give up the only thing he had left in his life — other than Halla of coarse.

"What are you implying?" Alex asked as her headshot up towards her father. Dane noticed for the first time in what seemed an age his daughter's voice had feel in it.

"That you should join the heard"— Alex went to say something but Dane stopped her, and then continued:

"You were never given a choice if you wanted to be different, but if you choose to enter the heard— you know I can never trust you again. We'll probably be enemies." There was a silence, Alex was staring at her father in disbelief.

"I would rather you have a choice to be with me, instead of you running away and betraying me like your mother." He spat the 'your mother' so violently it was as if he was sucking out poison from a new wound. Alex's ace seemed to soften her eyes that held so much sorrow and hatred seemed to glow with many different colours: - Moss green, calm reds and blues. All calm colours. Then it all vanished and they turned back to their new but old black.

"Then I would be your enemy?" Alex spoke.

"Yes." Dane replied hoarsely.

"Now what do you choose?" Dane asked trying his hardest to fight back the tears that were treating to pour out.

There was a long silence.

"I would like to a part of the heard." Alex whispered and she did something she thought she would never do again. — She hugged her father, and then something unexpected happened— Dane hugged back. She looked up at her father's face, even thou he was not in his form, she could see threw the 'makeup' and she realized just how old her 'dad' was.

Alex pulled away, to see her father had a single tear running down his face. Then he spoke: -

"Go." Alex stared at him for a moment then turned around and ran. Ran like she had never ran before. She had escaped her demon. Her father. As she ran deeper into the endless woods she realized: -

" I do have a father, he just hides under cruelty." But this thought did not change her mind she kept running. She ran until her legs could run no more.

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Dane watched until his daughter, his love, his feeling run away into the woods. Not even did she look back as she ran. Then when she was plainly out of sight, he fell down on his knees and wept, wept until he could weep no more and sat there on that spot lost in thought. Lost in despair, grieving for he had lost his only love. He clutched a fist full of dirt and grided it until there was no dirt left in his hand. He look at his hand where the dirt had just been— seeing it there no more made him realize that he was alone, he was insane, and he was sure he was going to die, — probably at his daughter's hand. He breathed deep and screamed at the sky.