The first thing I remember, is darkness.
It was very quiet.
Occasionally I could hear whispers and murmurs in the distance.Was there someone else? Help me! I'm stuck in some rubble and can't move!
Why was I here?
Why do I have to suffer like this?
These thoughts swirled around in my head.
Eventually they died down as I gave up hope that I would ever be rescued by anyone.This was my life.
I never felt the need to eat, to drink or to relieve myself.I was just a mind, stuck between the rubble around me.
I got so used to it, I was convinced that I myself was just part of the rubble.How could rubble have a consciousness?
How silly of me to have a mind of my own.
I fell into a deep slumber.It felt like time stood still for me.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a bright light. The darkness around me swallowed the light whole, as it had so many others. Like a tunnel. A passage way into freedom.
Finally.. I'm saved.And then my mother spat me out.
"Sandwich-man."
Mother named me.Has my life in darkness just been a dream?
No matter, my life truly began that day.I didn't know what a "sandwich" was, but I could tell that the man, who I assumed was my father, was making fun of my name.
I was happy.
Until my mother fell.
When my father returned without her, I had already heard what had happened from the murmurs of the two murderers.
Father greeted me with a smile, however, his expression quickly grew cold.
We continued to move towards the castle in the distance, but with each step we took, I noticed more and more that my father was avoiding my gaze.Then a monster appeared.
"Aagh! You won't get any further than this!"
The monster threatened.Father just continued to walk, not even registering that a monster appeared to stop him.
The creature lifted its gigantic hand and slapped it all across my father's body.
He zipped through the air and created a crater into the nearest plateau.Blood started to flow down from his head to his cheek.
I had to do something.
"Oh! A little chicken! I was getting hungry... come here!"
It said.If it got me, that would be the end.
Father.
His eyes were open but he wouldn't move.Was I about to lose him too?
Why was this happening to me...
I barely got to know my mother and at that moment, I thought that I would have to let my father pass on, a man who couldn't even look me in the eyes.In the eyes of his own child.
Was it something I did?
Had he done something to my mother after all when he took her away?All these confusing thoughts piled up within me and I felt an intense heat that was about to burst out of my body.
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In front of my eyes it flared with bright blue flames.
They moved slowly, like feathers flowing in the wind.The monster didn't stop however.
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