Crying Lightning

Tyranis smiled and led his brother out of the den. The grass of the plains was still soaked with morning dew and all around them was the low hum of crickets predicting a cold night ahead of them and toads croaking in shallow, scum layered puddles. The lightning bolt led his brother to the top of one of the hills in the plains with a tree jutting from its peak, mindful to keep his eyes out for any of the serpents this part of Abaven was so known for. It had been a bit of a climb for the young boy, especially with his badly proportioned body, but once at the base of the tree his hip dropped to the earth and he was able to rest. The sky had gone from brilliant lavender to a wash of orange and blue as the top of the sun peeked out beyond the horizon and slowly began to rise.

Tyranis was far too young to understand diseases of the mind and how they plagued their victims, and far too naïve to notice that his brother was “off” in any way. He knew Cloud wasn’t as pushy as his sisters and that alone meant he was less inferior than they were to him. Cloud might not have been the most playful pup, but Tyranis only played with adults anyway, and they could still talk. "C'mon! You're gonna miss it!" He called, able to raise his voice now that he was out in the open.

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