I am the broken one

A pack meant noise, and speech, and people around him. With so much activity, how could his mother's ghost stay by his side? He found the strength to tilt his head upwards, and he would have been able to see the blistering sun, if it wasn’t for the dark-shaded man that stood over him. Instead of seeing the sky, it was the determined yellow eyes of the stranger that he would be met with. Maybe the shade of his mother would be unable to visit with him there. Maybe she would eventually leave him, the last traces of her soul that he held so tightly to his heart. Oh mother his thoughts were bitter and sad, when he realized he would trade the soft, silent presence of his mothers shade beside him, for the chance to learn revenge.

He didn’t remove his eyes from the golden sons of the man who stood over him, holding his gaze as he began to hold his promise, to wrap it around his beaten, shallow heart. He drew himself up, when before he didn’t hold the strength in his limbs to so much as lift his head. He had been beaten and alone, and he was finding that the thought of revenge left more strength and fire in his soul, then despair ever had. I will avenge you, mumma. this I promise you

“If you teach me to kill, my life is yours.” he sealed his fate with those words, with a voice that grew in strength. Hunger and pain and loneliness had no room in his heart. There was only the dark shape of a strong stranger, a man who stood over him and promised him his heart’s desires.