Prickling Thorns of Hope (ON HOLD)

Prologue

1st person's POV

I thought I had it. That was it. I was close, but not enough.

"I hope you haven't chosen to take the risk, boy. You know I have your mother. "

I clenched. I had mixed feelings about this man. The man who swore to be a greater father. The man who swore to live my mother. But also the one who broke this pathetic family. I tried. I tried really hard to bring us together. And finally we are... But not on the right track.

'Family'. What is family? Why did he leave, lying that he's going to get some milk but never returned. And mother, who had her world revolved around her depression and anger.

I stood blankly. Staring straight into this man's eyes.

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I smirked as I stroked along the patterns on the sacred walls of the basement garden. Foolish boy. Just like his mother. Unbelievable he still thinks that his mother is apparently still alive.

I reached for my gun and aimed it mindlessly at that stubborn child. Disregarding the fact that this was only the 5th time I've ever even seen my biological son.

'Alrys' was what that woman used to call him. Not an ideal name I would name my son. I brushed that dumb though that came into my mind. "What are you looking at? Nothing better to do? Isn't it about time you go anyway? Why waste time at all to try and defeat My Lord? You're just a fucking child who barely escaped his own house.

I have a gun, you only have a stupid dagger on your hands. What can you do?" I laughed maniacally.

3rd person's POV

The two had a fierce fight before. Now, it's between father and son.

Alrys could wait no more. He was hanging on a tread of his life. The room filled with absolute stillness. No one else watching. And he knows that it's time. He drew his dagger, and flung it across the room.

He waited.

And waited.

Only to find it returning right back into his chest as he faded away.

The man, his so-called father, watched as his own son went unconscious before leaving guiltless.