It's In Our Blood

He didn't know where he was or where he was going, but he'd gotten separated from his uncle Ignis and the boy now wandered alone. The mist that clung to the ground and the darkness made it difficult to navigate, not to mention the ooze that glistened in his nose and eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear his head of the fog that seemed to grip him but no matter what he did, it didn't seem to want to lift. He was paranoid that the world wanted to watch him suffer. That everything was out to get him. He was beginning to tell himself that his parents hadn't loved him and his siblings enough to stay in this world for them...instead, they went and got themselves killed. Leaving their children behind to starve and wander the world with nobody to care for them. How selfish. He began to hear their voices telling him otherwise, but he wasn't buying it. "Shut up! You're both dead! You got yourselves killed because we weren't enough!" He screamed into the world. The waterfall behind him roared, drowning out every sound in his ears.