Post by Julian Devrick on Mar 5, 2018 22:38:06 GMT
take all the courage you have left
When they were done with him, they left him in the snow. They dragged him into the forest, leaving a trail of red, and tossed him there face down, beaten, bruised, and broken. Alone. And then they walked away. Damian heard them laugh, the sound echoing in his ears until their voices faded away into the distance.
Snow fell from the sky, blanketing the forest, pearly white in the moonlight, except where it was stained red from Damian's blood. He didn't know that the snow could burn, but it did. Cold enveloped him entirely, numbing bruises yet piercing through his skin at the same time. When he tried to blink open his eyes, his vision swam, and he squeezed them shut immediately. His head ached, his thoughts were fuzzy, and he was pretty sure there wasn't one part of his body that wasn't hurt.
His parents were dead- they'd gone up in flames, burned alive by the very same people who had done this to him. Damian had been lucky to escape- assuming that he still could be considered lucky after this had been done to him just because he'd survived. How could you still be lucky when you'd lost everything? A friend had turned on him- somebody that he had shared almost everything with. Now his home was gone. His parents were gone.
And they were never coming back.
The sense of loss overwhelmed him, cutting deeper than a knife. He started curling into himself, stopping immediately with a sharp gasp of pain when his right knee screamed in agony at the movement. When he tried shifting his wings to shelter himself from the falling snow, he found that the left was in similar shape, pain searing through it when he moved. It had been snapped by the men who had taken him so that he couldn't fly away.
There were plenty of other injuries, too. The combined pain from them all made it hard to focus on anything, and even harder to move. He wouldn't be able to get far, anyway- not in this condition. He had nowhere to go and nobody else to turn to. Damian was entirely alone.
He shifted his wings closer, moving the left carefully, and using the right to hide himself from the elements, golden-brown feathers sticking out against a background of white and red.
Snow fell from the sky, blanketing the forest, pearly white in the moonlight, except where it was stained red from Damian's blood. He didn't know that the snow could burn, but it did. Cold enveloped him entirely, numbing bruises yet piercing through his skin at the same time. When he tried to blink open his eyes, his vision swam, and he squeezed them shut immediately. His head ached, his thoughts were fuzzy, and he was pretty sure there wasn't one part of his body that wasn't hurt.
His parents were dead- they'd gone up in flames, burned alive by the very same people who had done this to him. Damian had been lucky to escape- assuming that he still could be considered lucky after this had been done to him just because he'd survived. How could you still be lucky when you'd lost everything? A friend had turned on him- somebody that he had shared almost everything with. Now his home was gone. His parents were gone.
And they were never coming back.
The sense of loss overwhelmed him, cutting deeper than a knife. He started curling into himself, stopping immediately with a sharp gasp of pain when his right knee screamed in agony at the movement. When he tried shifting his wings to shelter himself from the falling snow, he found that the left was in similar shape, pain searing through it when he moved. It had been snapped by the men who had taken him so that he couldn't fly away.
There were plenty of other injuries, too. The combined pain from them all made it hard to focus on anything, and even harder to move. He wouldn't be able to get far, anyway- not in this condition. He had nowhere to go and nobody else to turn to. Damian was entirely alone.
He shifted his wings closer, moving the left carefully, and using the right to hide himself from the elements, golden-brown feathers sticking out against a background of white and red.
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