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Wandering, child of the Earth
Do you know just how much you’re worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more.
An auroral streak of white light tainted the somber skies of the Kingdom, the Kingdom of Asgard. Heavy cries of raging thunder echoed throughout the semi-empty streets; faint gush of bitter wind blew angrily through the streets. Civilians quickly made their way into the safety of their homes, while others ran desperately through the damp streets as they sought for shelter from the raging storm.
The cry of the raging storm became heavier and the gust of bitter wind grew colder all throughout the Kingdom of Asgard. Yet, a sole chime of a bell echoed louder than the roaring thunderstorm; a sole chime that echoed heavily throughout the city. A city consumed by roaring thunder and anguish cries from the skies that fell heavy through the empty reign, only to be intertwined by the sound of chimes; each strike against the metal plate indicating the end of another day for the Kingdom.
Yet, the end of another day did not arrive for one lone soul. A soul that stood quietly under the pouring rain; droplets of sleet kissing its way onto the bare skin, skin that was exposed to the cold night. With each ice-filled kiss, goosebumps gathering against the pale flesh and send a caress of a tremble throughout the fragile body. Still, the lone soul made no movement toward the chimes of bells and metal; made no motion to move toward the safety and sanctuary of the Asmund Temple.
Standing in complete silence under the heavy rain that had him drenched from head to toe; the lone soul made a small gesture. Slowly, he brought his hand up to his damp chest; the fabric clinging tightly against his body, wet and soaked. A palm pressed lightly against his covered chest, the fabric staining his palm with water as the pressure added a bit of relief to the aching area.
Pain. It was a deep and utter feeling that had been slowly consuming the lone soul from the inside out. A deep pain that was working its way to slowly tear him apart and leave an opening for the wound that was carved deeply inside his heart. It was an ache and burn he had never felt in his life before; the feeling of abandonment and being unwanted were slowly eating him whole.
The pale palm pressed harder against the soaked covered flesh of the lone soul’s aching chest. An ache building rapidly all throughout his heaving chest; the sound of his beating heart pounding painfully against his ribcage filled his ears, which made the lone soul stumble forward onto the paved steps of the Asmund Temple.
Deep breath in and a deep breath out; just breathe Charles. The fragile man silently reminded himself, steadying himself from falling onto the ground. Slowly but steady, Charles regained his balance once again; taking another deep breath before stepping forward onto the paved steps which was soon followed by another. With each step he took forward, it was a step closer to the sanctuary and safe haven; a step closer to the Holy Grounds of the Asmund Temple.
The sound of covered feet coming into contact with wet pavement echoed throughout the empty streets of Asgard; the heavy cry of rain and the loud roaring of thunder still penetrated the silent city; a silence that was slowly being ripped apart by the burning pain of heartache that Charles felt deep within.
It was slowly consuming him whole; with each step that Charles had taken forward it was quickly followed by a beat of burning pain that would claw against his heaving chest. But, there was hope, hope for some sort of sanctuary in this Kingdom or hope to have this Kingdom bestow a death sentence to his already aching heart.
One step... Two steps...Three….
Suddenly, one of the bronze door had been pulled open; the creak of the rustic metal echoing into the sudden dance of music that mother nature had proposed onto the Kingdom of Asgard. The sound making Charles stumble backward, the temporary shelter disappearing as once again the rain came down pouring onto his soaked body. Charles kept still, his ocean-blue eyes widening with fear as he stared into confused yet curious ones of a blond man who stood by the door.
A stumble forward and a sudden pounding of pain against his chest; Charles was noticing himself falling onto his knees, the wet pavement tearing his clothes open. Tears of anger and pain brimmed the corners of his eyes and a white blur began to appear before him. Charles felt his world start to spin as vile began to travel up his throat and the pain of abandonment and being unwanted started to posses his weak body.
Yet, Charles felt a pinch of hope; a sudden warmth being wrapped around his trembling body. The feeling of safety and security of being wrapped into the muscular arms of a mysterious man, the male pulling him closer and tightening his grip. Charles felt his mind start to shut down; barely making out the whisper of the mysterious man’s thoughts as his body began to twitch and shut down on him; but, he had one thing to say to the person who held him close and who was concerned and worried for his well-being. The person who kept pulling him close and was shouting for someone to bring a Medic Handmaiden.
But, the darkness started to cloud him in, a whisper of plea left his lips as Charles prayed that this mysterious man would hear his last words before he were consume into the world of nothing.
“Sanctuary... please, give me sanctuary…”
And his world went utterly black.