Blackbird

He didn't know how to cope with it all. His mother was dead, his father was dead, he was confused and afraid of what might happen next. He had a nice home, his siblings to care for him as he cared for them in return. But it wasn't enough. It was the part that knew it would never be enough that had let him wander about that day. He had made it all the way to the thicket. He had gone inside, which was easy because of his small size, and wandered to get lost. He could only hope he was getting lost.


Determination was his thing, his key, his desperate want but everything that he had to hold on to was disappearing. Would his siblings disappear on him too? No, the vigilante would not let it happen. He ran through the forest, building up the limbs that he had let fail for so long. A sickly child he had been but not anymore. The determination to make himself stronger was there and it was growing. He was going to make his parents proud no matter what.