Boy Story

On the far outskirts of the Empire, a small village sits silently on a hillside surrounded in an eerie cloud of fog. In one of these houses, while everybody sleeps, a boy of only twelve, was on his knees. He was praying, to whom it was unknown, but he was praying for a better life. For he was the runt of the family, wretched and tiny. He was beaten by his father daily due to his mother’s death, when giving birth to him. It was unusual for the townsfolk not to see him covered in dark purple bruises. His older brother was healthy and good to look upon; the town’s leaders expected the older brother to become a great warrior, which saw praise from the town and the boy’s father. This caused the boy to burn with jealousy and hatred. So every night when the moon was at its brightest, he prayed, hoping that his prayers will be answered. But on this night, the moon didn’t shine brightly when he went to pray, and his prays where answered, but not by the Gods of Light. As the boy slept the eerie fog circled around and allowed the Winds of Magic to reach out and grab something of utter importance and slowly siphoned it out…

The boy woke the next morning covered in sweat and panting hard. His stomach immediately emptied it contents on the wooden floor. He felt different somehow, like he was missing something. The rest of the day went normally; he did the chores of his dead mother as always, he worked hard but today he never got tired. By the end of the day he knew something was up, as when his father beat him, he felt nothing. Not a single cry of pain came from his month and no tears came down his face.

In the middle of the jet black night, when the eerie fog had disappeared, the boy awoke. He felt something creeping about inside of him, growing stronger feeding off the anger and jealously within. He turned to look into the mirror and see if he was physically ok, but there was no reflection. The mirrors reflection went straight through him. He wanted to scream in horror but the words didn’t come out. The boy had lost his soul…His head started to ache as the darkness that was creeping inside him reached his brain. It started to fill his head with ideas of blood and madness. His willpower tried to fight the darkness but failed allowing it to firmly plant its roots inside of him.

The boy turned and headed out his bedroom door, his eyes now black instead of the usual green. The hallway was pitch-black but he could see perfectly, as he headed towards his father’s room. He pushed the door open with a loud creak and smiled madly at the sight of his father sleeping silently.