09-29-2020, 11:44 PM
He had done everything that they told him to do. They had said that he had the potential for something great. He didn't know what they had meant by that. His parents didn't really pay attention to him anyway so he thought that he might as well go somewhere else with a family member. The child didn't know what he was in for, as he had been trained for multiple weeks on end with other children around his age. Again, they were all told that they were special and had this special connection. Part of him didn't even know what that meant, but it was at least something to do. That's what he kept telling himself. While he was there for a good amount of time, he started to actually enjoy himself a little bit and started to make friends despite his demeanor. The young boy then started to hear a voice in his head. He thought that it was part of the training and that he had gone further along than anyone else and didn't tell anyone. Zephyr had no idea what was really inside of his head, and he should have told his teacher about it. His teacher was also a relative of his parents and it sounded like he was extremely skilled. But at the same time, he was all hooked on the idea of tradition that didn't work in this day and age. Regardless he listened to what his relative had to say, for the most part anyway. It was still common for him to be smug or get himself into trouble.
It was only during the middle of the night when he was sleeping in his own bedding that noise woke him up. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a fire above him. And directly above him was his teacher, who looked down at him with disgust. The voice in his head told him that he needed to run, and he was barely quick enough to dodge out of the way. When he ran out of his shelter, he noticed that the entire area was in flames. The voice in his head told him that he had done all of this. Which was impossible for him to be able to do as he had been awake the entire time and had yet to unlock such an ability like his teacher. An explosion rang off in the distance and terrified he ran away from the scene, his paws carrying as far as he could go. The caracal didn't bother to look back, and the voice in his head became somewhat of a comfort in his troubled time. Zephyr didn't know where he was going. He had no way of contacting his family, and there was a chance that everyone else in the camp had died as well. What if his teacher tracked him down? The thought made the young apprentice shiver. He traveled an entire day on his own, confused, and lost on where to go. He jumped at nearly every sound. A snapping twig. The song of a bird. In his mind, everything was a threat that could potentially kill him. He was young, but he wasn't necessarily defenseless at his size as he was almost the size of an adult cat at his age. His build was mostly for speed rather than strength in itself.
Finally, the young boy stopped himself near the edge of a mountain. It wasn't the smartest move thanks to the changing seasons. It was cold, colder than what his species could almost handle comfortably. He sat underneath a tree, having long passed the border in his panic. As he sat there, Zephyr was allowed to catch his breath. When he did, memories of the events prior flooded his head, and tears quickly brimmed his vivid blue eyes. The caracal was horrified and scared of what had just happened and now he was alone. The boy crumpled to the ground, placing his paws on the top of his head as he whimpered, cries occasionally escaping his mouth as he did so. The voice didn't give him any sort of comfort and instead remained silent the entire time that he laid there. His dark black coat made it easy to see him against the green vegetation, or at least whatever was green considering that it was turning into fall. His thoughts went back to what he had done wrong to earn his family member's wrath.
It was only during the middle of the night when he was sleeping in his own bedding that noise woke him up. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a fire above him. And directly above him was his teacher, who looked down at him with disgust. The voice in his head told him that he needed to run, and he was barely quick enough to dodge out of the way. When he ran out of his shelter, he noticed that the entire area was in flames. The voice in his head told him that he had done all of this. Which was impossible for him to be able to do as he had been awake the entire time and had yet to unlock such an ability like his teacher. An explosion rang off in the distance and terrified he ran away from the scene, his paws carrying as far as he could go. The caracal didn't bother to look back, and the voice in his head became somewhat of a comfort in his troubled time. Zephyr didn't know where he was going. He had no way of contacting his family, and there was a chance that everyone else in the camp had died as well. What if his teacher tracked him down? The thought made the young apprentice shiver. He traveled an entire day on his own, confused, and lost on where to go. He jumped at nearly every sound. A snapping twig. The song of a bird. In his mind, everything was a threat that could potentially kill him. He was young, but he wasn't necessarily defenseless at his size as he was almost the size of an adult cat at his age. His build was mostly for speed rather than strength in itself.
Finally, the young boy stopped himself near the edge of a mountain. It wasn't the smartest move thanks to the changing seasons. It was cold, colder than what his species could almost handle comfortably. He sat underneath a tree, having long passed the border in his panic. As he sat there, Zephyr was allowed to catch his breath. When he did, memories of the events prior flooded his head, and tears quickly brimmed his vivid blue eyes. The caracal was horrified and scared of what had just happened and now he was alone. The boy crumpled to the ground, placing his paws on the top of his head as he whimpered, cries occasionally escaping his mouth as he did so. The voice didn't give him any sort of comfort and instead remained silent the entire time that he laid there. His dark black coat made it easy to see him against the green vegetation, or at least whatever was green considering that it was turning into fall. His thoughts went back to what he had done wrong to earn his family member's wrath.
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