Author Notes: Okay this is my first story, so any advice is greatly appreciated! I realize how stupidly short this chapter is, but I promise they'll get longer. I hope to have another chapter up by Saturday. So now that I've said all that go read the story.
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Another Day*Flashback*
The young women cried silently as she handed her only son over to the aged man.
"Don't worry. I promise he'll be completely happy here." The grinning man said.
"I'm not so sure. I've heard horrible rumors about this place. I'd feel a lot better if I could look around."
"Nonsense. Only fools would believe such lies. I can assure you it's all lies."
"Well…" But before the woman could object anymore the man grabbed her son.
"Believe me, he'll receive the same treatment as all of our other boys." And with that Voltaire slammed the door in the woman's face.
*End Flashback*
Tala awoke with sweat pouring down his face and tears forming in his eyes.
"It was only a dream. Just a dream, nothing more." He whispered breathlessly.
It was always the same dream that sent him into a sweat of fear. It began with a woman singing a familiar song. The voice reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put a face to the voice. Tala would run to catch the voice. When he reached where he'd the song, it would always be a huge door. Inside the room he could hear the joyful song and felt safe for an instance, but as soon as he opened the door all of his fears took him over. For inside the door stood the man who was responsible for all his pain and suffering, Voltaire. He knew that Voltaire was behind the door in each dream, yet he could never resist opening it. A power took over him that he couldn't fight and it ordered him to open the door each time.
How could I let a stupid dream like that get to me? I've been through worse things in my life and haven't once cried.
Of course that was a lie.
*Flashback*
"Crying is for the weak!" He shouted in the six-year old's ear.
"If you cry you're showing emotions and emotions show you're weak. You'll never be superior! Only if you kill your emotions will you ever amount to anything." He lectured Tala for the millionth time that day. This only caused the redhead to cry even more.
"Argh! Enough of that!" He shouted as he hit the boy across his face. "You'll stay here without anything or anyone until you can learn to rid yourself of those pathetic emotions!" With that the man stormed out, leaving Tala crying and alone in the dark cell.
*End Flashback*
It was around 4:30 a.m. when Tala managed to go back to sleep. And it was 5:00 a.m. when Tala arose to start his morning harsh training.
