Capítulo 10: Drenched in Sorrow
A boy walked down the city street, his steps light yet purposeful. His dark hair, tousled and unruly, framed a face that bore the marks of resilience and maturity beyond his years.
His eyes, deep pools of darkness, held a hint of sorrow, yet sparkled with a glimmer of hope.
His features, though slightly worn from the challenges of life, still retained a youthful innocence that shone through the cracks.
He had a slender frame, marked by lean muscles that hinted at the strength he possessed.
His shoulders were slightly hunched, a result of the weight he carried on his young shoulders, but there was a determined energy in his every movement, a quiet resolve that spoke of a spirit unyielding to adversity.
In the depths of his memory, he recalled a morning long ago, when he had gathered his younger orphan brothers and sisters in their yellow raincoats, the bright color standing out against the gray skies.
They had ventured outside to play in the rain, their laughter and joy filling the air like a melody.
As the raindrops fell, they danced and twirled, their small voices singing, "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day."
He had watched over them with a mix of protective love and responsibility, ensuring their safety and happiness.
In that fleeting moment of respite, as the rain washed away their worries, he had excused himself, going behind a tree for a brief moment of privacy.
It was a small act of self-care amidst the chaos of their lives, a reminder that even amidst the struggles, there were brief moments of solace.
Now, as he walked down the city street, his mind drifted back to that memory.
He wondered how his younger brothers and sisters were doing if they had found happiness and stability in their lives.
Their laughter echoed in his ears, their innocent faces etched in his heart.
A pang of nostalgia tugged at his chest, and he couldn't help but utter softly, "I hope they're doing well... I hope life has been kind to them."
The bustling city continued its relentless pace around him, indifferent to his thoughts and concerns.
But deep within him, a flicker of love and longing burned, a testament to the bonds forged in the rain-soaked moments of their shared childhood...
As I walked along the street, raindrops continued to fall on my dark hair, saturating it and causing strands to cling like cobwebs to my forehead.
Each droplet carried with it a weight of melancholy as if the sky itself shared in the heaviness of my thoughts.
Amidst the rhythmic patter of rain, my mind drifted to Kian, my one and only friend. I wondered how he was faring, his presence an irreplaceable light in the darkness of my world.
With a contented sigh, I slipped my hands into the cosy pockets of my jacket, relishing the comforting warmth they provided. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply through my nose, savouring the crisp, invigorating scent of the air.
Exhaling slowly through my mouth, I couldn't help but remark, "Ah, it truly is a beautiful world... even with its quirks."
Gazing up at the sky, a vast canvas of clouds painted in various shades of grey, a mischievous thought bubbled up from within.
"Hey, Mr. Cloud!" I called out playfully, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.
"Feeling a bit jealous of Kian's sunny disposition, are we? Can't blame you, he does have a way of brightening up even the dreariest of days!"
Of course, the clouds remained silent, as clouds often do.
But in my mind, I imagined them huffing indignantly, their fluffy forms attempting to imitate a mock frown.
It was a moment of lighthearted banter, a reminder that even in the gloomiest of weather, there was room for humour and levity.
And so, with a chuckle and a skip in my step, I continued my stroll, relishing in the simple joys of the world, even if it meant poking fun at my dear friend Kian.
After all, what are friends for if we don't share a few playful jabs amidst the clouds?
As I surveyed my surroundings, I felt a growing sense of unease, a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Something was undeniably amiss.
The once bustling street now stood frozen in time, like a snapshot captured in eternal stillness.
The birds, once graceful in their flight, were suspended mid-air, their wings outstretched as if caught in an otherworldly tableau.
The absence of sound amplified the eerie atmosphere.
The usual symphony of life, the bustling traffic and distant conversations, had vanished without a trace.
Not even a whisper lingered in the air.
It was as if the world itself held its breath, suspended in a mysterious limbo.
The sudden cessation of rain added to the surreal spectacle.
The dark clouds remained stagnant overhead, their downpour halted as if frozen in time.
The air felt heavy, devoid of the familiar scent of petrichor that accompanied a fresh rainfall.
Instead, an unsettling emptiness pervaded the atmosphere, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation of an unknown event.
An involuntary shiver raced down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
It was a chill that went beyond the absence of rain or the stillness of the world. It whispered of a deeper disturbance, a disruption in the very fabric of reality.
The world had been caught in a moment of suspended animation as if trapped between the beats of existence.
"Why is it so quiet?" I muttered, my eyes narrowing as I surveyed my surroundings with heightened suspicion.
A wave of unease washed over me, accompanied by a surge of adrenaline. The stillness, the halted time, it all felt too calculated, too deliberate.
My senses sharpened, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the unnatural silence.
Every fibre of my being braced for a sudden attack, muscles coiled and ready to react.
Was this a paragon capable of stopping time? And if they were, why was I seemingly unaffected by their temporal manipulation?
"Is it another paragon?" I thought. "If so, why are they after me?"
Drawing upon my inner reserves, I channelled my essence, gathering energy for a potential strike.
I couldn't afford to be caught off guard.
The air crackled with anticipation as my power surged, a subtle display of readiness.
A daring thought crossed my mind. Perhaps these intruders were unaware of my own Paragon abilities.
It could be an advantage, a surprise weapon in my arsenal.
I pondered the possibilities, weighing the element of surprise against the risks of revealing my true nature.
"If you're out there," I called out, my voice carrying a cold, commanding tone that betrayed none of the trepidation beneath.
"Come out immediately. I have no patience for games."
Silence greeted my demand, the stillness unbroken.
Yet, a part of me knew that danger lurked in the shadows, watching and waiting.
The standoff intensified, a clash of wills in a world frozen by an unknown force.
It was a battle of wits, an intricate dance of power and uncertainty.
Instantly, my senses went into overdrive, a primal instinct warning me of an imminent threat.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I looked up, my eyes scanning the sky for any signs of danger.
Something was descending upon me from above, and my body tensed, ready to react.
In a split second, I leaped to the side, narrowly evading the attack that had been aimed at me.
The air crackled with energy as a powerful force whizzed past, grazing my shoulder.
Pain seared through my body, but I refused to let it distract me. My training kicked in, honed reflexes guiding my every move.
"A Raina'd?" I said, my voice trembling with disbelief.
"Why are you after me? Aren't you guys supposed to be mere observers of the world, guided by the rain?"
The Raina'd before me remained shrouded in mystery, its presence sending ripples of unease through my being.
Memories of the past resurfaced, tales passed down through generations, of a time when a powerful Paragon dared to defy the rain and shattered the delicate laws that governed its existence.
]It had been nearly half a century since the Raina'd last revealed themselves, their appearance signalling a significant disruption in the balance.
"Tell me," I pressed, my voice firm yet tinged with a hint of urgency. "has the balance been broken? Why have you come for me?"
The creature's eyes held a mix of sorrow and determination, a silent acknowledgement of the weight of its task.
The Raina'd was bound to the rain, their purpose to bear witness to the world's events, not to interfere.
Their sudden pursuit of me signalled a grave disturbance, a rupture that threatened to unravel the very fabric of existence.
"You, and your friend, have broken the sacred law of the rain," the Raina'd replied, its ethereal form shimmering with a mixture of sorrow and determination.
Its watery body was undulated, reflecting the weight of its words.
"And you do not understand the true gravity of what it means to say goodbye."
As I looked into the Raina'd's eyes, I saw aeons of wisdom and experience contained within their depths.
They were ancient beings, linked to the essence of rain itself, carrying the weight of countless stories and the knowledge of the delicate balance between mortals and the elements.
"Your friend has already been dealt with," the Raina'd said with an unsettling calmness, its voice void of any emotion.
"Now, only you remain, and the balance will be restored," the Raina'd uttered, its voice void of any emotion, as if the weight of its words held the inevitability of fate itself.
Its words hung in the air like a leaden weight, sinking deep into the pit of my stomach. Dread washed over me, mingling with a sense of helplessness.
A surge of conflicting emotions coursed through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
Anguish, disbelief, and a burning desire for vengeance clashed within, fueling the fire of determination that burned in my eyes.
I refused to accept the Raina'd's statement as finality. Kian, my dear friend, could not simply be gone.
"NO!" I roared, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the suspended world. My fists clenched tighter, crackling with unbridled power.
The lightning that enveloped me crackled with an intensity matched only by the fury in my heart.
"What the hell do you mean?" I shot back, my voice dripping with frustration and anger.
My body tensed, crackling with raw energy as arcs of lightning danced around me.
Every muscle in my body coiled, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.
The Raina'd's words had struck a nerve, invoking a primal instinct to protect Kian at all costs.
My eyes narrowed, locking onto the creature with an intensity that could rival a raging storm.
The air around me seemed to hum with electric anticipation, mirroring the turmoil within me.
"How dare you accuse us!" I growled, my voice laced with ferocity. "Did you lay a hand on Kian? Speak!"
As I spoke, my body shifted, a fluid and agile dance of power and determination.
Each movement was infused with purpose, my stance widening as I grounded myself firmly in defiance.
The crackling energy around me surged, responding to my heightened emotions.
With a sudden burst of speed, I closed the distance between myself and the Raina'd, my body moving with a grace born from years of honing my abilities.
Every muscle fibre worked in harmony, allowing me to unleash the full force of my essence, ready to protect Kian from any perceived threat.
My fists clenched, crackling with unleashed power, as sparks of lightning trailed in my wake.
Each step forward sent ripples through the air, a testament to the sheer force and determination coursing through my veins. At that moment, I became an embodiment of fierce defiance, a guardian ready to shield my friend from any harm.
"Answer me!" I demanded, my voice echoing with authority.
The raw lightning chi surged around me, serving as a visual representation of the storm brewing within.
I would not allow anyone, not even a Raina'd, to stand between me and the safety of my friend.
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