Chapter 6: Love Me And Let Me Go
[GREALOR]
[Seven Years later]
"Please don't let them come this way, please..." a faint tired voice whispered in despair, as the evening sun slowly gave way to dusk, one of the most terrifying moments for him, the lonely and unwanted of the lot.
There were days when he wished the sun wouldn't rise, when he hated the feeling of the sun on his skin, but even then, he would never get a wish granted. After all, he was their greatest plaything, a tool to let out their anger and tidings of their bad day.
Six feet tall and without a voice, he was like a mountain with lost wishes, one that no one ever listened to, even the universe itself. He had so many wishes, but then the universe seemed to not be done with him yet.
And just like clockwork, he would wake up feeling better than the previous day. And graciously go to bed a broken shell, one that was trampled on one too many times by the royals and commoners of Grealor.
He wasn't a coward, no, he just happened to be one of the unfortunate orphans in the Grealor pack, a man without a last name, one that everyone considered a pet, because of how he had to respond to everyone to survive.
He always had a number of wishes, but they were never granted, and today, just like every other day, he knew what was coming for him, or rather, who was coming for him; the key players in his nightmare, oh how he loved them, sigh.
"Go, Danny. Get out of here before you become a target. I can handle them on my own. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got hurt," he said to the five-foot-eight man who was standing beside him, anger on his face like he had a few things to settle too.