AwfulRabbit's Literatures

The gates opened, and he glanced up- looking to the sky once more. He could see, for a moment, a bird soaring by. Carefree, simply going… Being. How nice it must be. He turned his head down to the dark of the staircase to the labyrinth and took a slow breath. The sky was not his destiny… This dark cavern was. The blood that would stain him inside- his own or not- was his fate. The pain of fighting- the ringing of blades. He was not free. He was Silver.

Tests, examinations, just another hurdle. He’s never been fond of how the world is but a chain of people saying can you, will you, do you. Still, he’s as used to it as he is the mask on his face or the lenses in front of his eyes. Since he first shifted it was questions and answers that were left unlistened to. He had grown used to poising himself- standing upright- taller than the other children. He was more used to watching the way they cowered when he pushed them down.