08-30-2018, 05:03 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]He could not remember much of his time as a child. He hadn’t been given much opportunity to live young not to make impressionable memories beyond what he had been forced to do when barely eight months old. If he hadn’t kept count of the months that passed beyond that, he would have most likely forgotten his own age, perhaps his own name... although Bahamut made sure that it would never happen, that he would survive and escape, and that he would eventually reunite with his family.
Funny. He did not know if his family was even alive anymore, and if she was... if he could continue calling her that. The only family he had for the past months was himself and his dragon, and even accepting someone who had been so close to his heart before seemed a foreign concept when he could barely remember Hyoyeon’s face. Perhaps she had died and left him, something he was quick to learn was common out in the real world. It was easy to die, dragon or not. All it took was enough time, and then death was at your doorstep regardless.
But there was some semblance of hope inside of his chest, overshadowed by much of the pain that was both physical and mental... and although faint and just barely noticeable, it was there... and Bahamut would not allow him to forget it just as he had not allowed Cheolmin to forget his past and his future, who he was still to become. Even after three months of nothing but pain and hatred his dragon would not leave his side, refusing to let the child drown.
It was why Cheolmin was here now. There had been multiple times that he thought it better to simply cease existing, to cut the suffering of not only his own person but that of others. Whether out of love or self preservation, Bahamut would not allow it, and now his injured form was trailing from one place to another, seeking that which he could only hope still existed.
He hadn’t found Hyoyeon in the first group he had stumbled across, nor in the second, and after the third try had come and gone he had stopped actively searching for her to instead seek shelter. It was always temporary, as he never found much to stay for, but the company of others was appreciated when all he had for a while was his dragon and the birds up in the trees that actively ignored him. Bahamut, as much of a friend he was, was not big on conversation... not that Cheolmin was either, but he was a far more social creature than the dragon could ever be. Bahamut had millennia to sit around before getting lonely... It took Cheolmin about two weeks to feel it settle in his bones.
So he travelled on and off, spending two weeks alone with Bahamut to theorize the probability of his sister being alive (Bahamut insisted she was, stating he would surely feel if her own dragon felt any distress) and then a few days in odd groups to replenish his need for outside information. He never participated in any of the activities, however, actively a cryptid that came and went without a word, gleaning off of their supplies and knowledge then moving on yet again. He didn’t expect this to be any different, just a quick in and out before he would be gone again.
His arrival was all but signaled by a heavy rain, coincidental but no less fascinating. It wasn’t a secret he could control water, although Cheolmin couldn’t claim that he had any control over the weather. Still, the water calmed him, allowing him to relax as he limped towards the border of the next clan (making sure to stop well before it, a lesson he learned the hard way.) He did not mind the heavy droplets that cascaded both around and on him, sitting down calmly in the rain and waiting for someone to approach, Bahamut quietly keeping guard beside him. He, too, didn’t seem to mind the dreary weather, although Cheolmin could feel that the dragon would have preferred to prance around rather than sit stoically beside him.
[ only last paragraph is important ! Also I wrote this all on mobile sorry for any stupid mistakes ]
Funny. He did not know if his family was even alive anymore, and if she was... if he could continue calling her that. The only family he had for the past months was himself and his dragon, and even accepting someone who had been so close to his heart before seemed a foreign concept when he could barely remember Hyoyeon’s face. Perhaps she had died and left him, something he was quick to learn was common out in the real world. It was easy to die, dragon or not. All it took was enough time, and then death was at your doorstep regardless.
But there was some semblance of hope inside of his chest, overshadowed by much of the pain that was both physical and mental... and although faint and just barely noticeable, it was there... and Bahamut would not allow him to forget it just as he had not allowed Cheolmin to forget his past and his future, who he was still to become. Even after three months of nothing but pain and hatred his dragon would not leave his side, refusing to let the child drown.
It was why Cheolmin was here now. There had been multiple times that he thought it better to simply cease existing, to cut the suffering of not only his own person but that of others. Whether out of love or self preservation, Bahamut would not allow it, and now his injured form was trailing from one place to another, seeking that which he could only hope still existed.
He hadn’t found Hyoyeon in the first group he had stumbled across, nor in the second, and after the third try had come and gone he had stopped actively searching for her to instead seek shelter. It was always temporary, as he never found much to stay for, but the company of others was appreciated when all he had for a while was his dragon and the birds up in the trees that actively ignored him. Bahamut, as much of a friend he was, was not big on conversation... not that Cheolmin was either, but he was a far more social creature than the dragon could ever be. Bahamut had millennia to sit around before getting lonely... It took Cheolmin about two weeks to feel it settle in his bones.
So he travelled on and off, spending two weeks alone with Bahamut to theorize the probability of his sister being alive (Bahamut insisted she was, stating he would surely feel if her own dragon felt any distress) and then a few days in odd groups to replenish his need for outside information. He never participated in any of the activities, however, actively a cryptid that came and went without a word, gleaning off of their supplies and knowledge then moving on yet again. He didn’t expect this to be any different, just a quick in and out before he would be gone again.
His arrival was all but signaled by a heavy rain, coincidental but no less fascinating. It wasn’t a secret he could control water, although Cheolmin couldn’t claim that he had any control over the weather. Still, the water calmed him, allowing him to relax as he limped towards the border of the next clan (making sure to stop well before it, a lesson he learned the hard way.) He did not mind the heavy droplets that cascaded both around and on him, sitting down calmly in the rain and waiting for someone to approach, Bahamut quietly keeping guard beside him. He, too, didn’t seem to mind the dreary weather, although Cheolmin could feel that the dragon would have preferred to prance around rather than sit stoically beside him.
[ only last paragraph is important ! Also I wrote this all on mobile sorry for any stupid mistakes ]
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