my Destiny

If anyone would have told him that he would end up the way he did right now, he would have scoffed and dismissed them, thinking they were utterly insane. If anyone would have told him that his road would have ended in this way he would have simply laughed, thinking it was a joke, not a good one but a joke nonetheless. He simply wouldn't have believed them, why would he? Life had gifted him in many amazing ways, the Goddess made him special and he had no reason to complain. Except for some parts, but that is beside the point. His life was shaping up to be great, luxurious items at the tip of his fingers and his simplest request answered in the blink of an eye. Yes, his life had turned out good despite his harsh start but he believed the Goddess had decided to take pity on him, offering him an opportunity like no other, even though he had believed otherwise at the start. All that he knows is that he was blessed. So he would have never believe it will end this way. Thinking back, it had all been like a magical tale, a shred of light in his otherwise dark existence. He had truly thought he would never feel this way again, suffocated from the simple act of breathing the foul air people shared with him while glaring at him. He had believed it was over, life is better, Fate had smiled at him and offered him a better existence. Perhaps it was too greedy for him to assume he had a chance of living a good life. Because here he is, laying in a pool of his own blood, staring absently into the night sky, the full moon on display. If anyone would have told him he would end this way, he would have laughed, thinking it was only a joke. And yet, here he is, slowly dying. The pursuit had ended in him, battered and bloodied. At one point he had forgotten the feeling of pain as his entire body protested against him escaping. But his instinct of survival had kicked in and replaced his lucid mind, forcing him to just run faster, move further and escape from the monsters chasing after him. He had focused on one thought: surviving. So maybe he can see that one person again. He was trying to jump over a small cliff, thinking the water below would hide his scent from his pursuers when he had tripped and fallen forward, a branch grazing his thigh and ripping a scream of pain from his abused lungs. He didn't even dare look at the injury, standing up on wobbly legs to try and get away despite the horrendous sounds of the monsters getting closer. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he focused on the small cliff ahead, willing himself to move despite the pain. Just some steps and he could jump into the little hiding place he knew existed below the cliff, water around him would hide him. He just needed to get there, it was their special place. That one person had showed him this place and told him to hide there if need arises. That one person would come to find him afterwards. He just needed to get there. But the piercing claws that suddenly bit into his side and stomach thought otherwise. He didn't even scream. He had been so shocked that he only gazed to the protruding claws from his flesh, blood slowly oozing out of the wound to trail on his thighs and to drip on the dirt. The claws retracted and he fell gracefully on the grass, amongst the beautiful wildflowers and the vibrant cherry blossoms from the nearby trees. It was such a beautiful picture, he looked as if he was simply enjoying a rest nearby the cherry tree on the cliff. If it wasn't for the blood that gushed from his deep wounds, staining his elegant kimono crimson, forming a pool underneath him. He didn't even see the face of the monster that ripped his side to shreds. He only stared at the moon, clawing for a breath that became more difficult to draw as the seconds passed. The nature around him sounded so silent, despite the huge fight going on nearby. He didn't escape very far after all, and yet he heard nothing but the soothing sound of the wind and the rustle of the flowers and grass around him, surrounding him. He was dying. He was dying and he couldn't do a thing about it. He had always felt cold, not able to warm himself even if he wore heavy clothing. It is something that was proper to his kind, he relied on heavy blankets and fires to keep his body warm enough so he won't shiver. No...the truth is, he especially relied on that person's warmth to shield his frail body from cold. He chuckled breathlessly, blood oozing from his lips despite the small smile. He was sure that no one, not even that special person could help him fight the cold he felt seeping through his limbs. He resigned to lay there, a picture of beauty stained with blood, waiting for death. But before that, he wished to relive the moments that had inevitably brought him here. Despite what anyone could say, he regretted nothing. He had a good life. He met good people. He had the chance of finally knowing what it is to have a family. And he met that one special person. He smiled as he gazed to the beautiful moon, trying to think back in order to determine from when he should start. He had lived many blessed moments and he cherished them all. But he knew he didn't have all the time to relive them all, his life was stretching away from his clutches as the seconds passed with each drop of his blood that escaped past the gushes in his flesh. He took a sharp breath, his mind focusing on what he wanted. Yes, it had all started with, ironically, a very similar situation to the one he is in now. It had all started from a pursuit that ended with his blood spilled. But whereas this pursuit would end in his demise, that one pursuit had given him a new beginning. A new life... ****