Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Despite the soothing tone of her voice, he feels the panic rising from his chest. Bile stinging the back of his throat. Gone…. It was all gone. Worse was her singsong mention of darkness. He had his fill of darkness and terror. He wanted no more of it, had never wanted it. Just peace and quiet. That was what he longed for and what was always out of reach. ”What do you mean it’s gone? How?” He asks her desperately. His desperation is laid bare, glimmering in the gold flecks of his dark eye. It doesn’t matter, she’s not looking at him anyways.
Gone. The Gates was gone. The Dale, everything. Part of him should be pleased, there were no more unpleasant reminders. No way to trigger his past if it had all been destroyed. He should be happy with this clean slate, a true fresh start. So why is he so shaken? His very core is frozen, lost as to what to do. ”Where will I go now?” He whispers, a lost boy once more.
Ledger