"Yet another day in this tainted paradise which seems to be at a complete standstill..." Sighed a blue-haired, rather gentle-looking boy. The boy was sitting under a tree, watching as some butterflies fluttered by, without no care of their soon-ending life.
The boy carried the name of Ryu, the sole survivor of the Brood, a special race with an ability to transform to dragons.
This boy Ryu though has long lost his power, in order to keep the world in peace, sacrificing everything he had in order to do that.
His friends.
His power.
His freedom.
Certainly, at the situation where he had to decide, the pressure was too much for poor little Ryu. He didn't want to risk the lives of his friends. He wanted to at least them be happy, let it be with or without him.
After a few whiles of thinking, the dragon boy would lift his gaze up, placing his pale, skinny hands on his chest.
"Even for a little while, I want to see the people dear to me. I don't want to be alone anymore."
Whispering the words, Ryu could feel as it started to rain inside his heart, feeling warm, salty tears flowing down on his pale cheeks, like it had no end.
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