[Angst] Alone

                                    

                                          
In the midst of the heavy rain stood a red haired child, standing in front of a newly buried casket as everyone dispersed. They were probably too tired on faking their tears, and his father was too.
His father who didn't look at him as he stood up, leaving without looking back at his own son. His son who was blankly staring at his back before returning to the patch of dirt in front if him where a tomb stands.
Ah. 
He was soaked. But he could not feel it. He couldn't feel how the rain drops touch his skin, he couldn't feel the water sliding down his cheeks. Not tears but rain water.
He couldn't feel like how he usually does. Bright, happy and cheery. How could he ever feel like that at this moment? 
The moment where he was completely alone.
"Mama. . . I'll wait for you, don't worry." The five year old sat on the wet grass, not minding how dirt got to his luxurious clothes. "I won't leave like they did, Mama." 
Cale was there, sitting down on the ground as rain continued to come down. It was cold, very cold. But, how could he ever leave his mother alone in such a place where it would be both cold and lonely if he ever left?
Cale would stay just like how his mother stayed by his side.
"Mama, you won't take long, right?" Cale asked, ignoring the shiver of coldness that courses through his body. Because after all, when he and his mother was together, it would never be cold.
Half an hour passed.
Cale didn't move, he stayed where he was with a pale complexion and blue lips. But after a while, he moved closer to his mother's place. He sat right beside her tomb.
"Mama, come on now." Cale said, sitting once more. "Don't you want to go back home?" 
But little Cale didn't get any answer, so he just sat there. Maybe his mother was really, really busy. Oh well, he'll just wait some more.
And then an hour passed.
It was really ridiculous.
The Young Master was missing and yet, nobody has noticed. Not even the capable old Head Butler Ron, who was probably back at the mansion assisting the Count.
Little Cale pouted, his mother would have surely cooed at such an adorable expression. Just remove the drowsy eyes, blue lips and the pale skin color. The young child was naturally pale, but he was paler right now.
"Mama~" Cale whined, poking the tomb gently. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind passed by, making the young one shiver and curl up. He really wanted his mother's hugs right now.
"Mama. . 's cold. Come on now, so we can hug and be—be warm. . ." Cale managed to mutter before laying his tired little body on the ground, curling himself. "Mama, I'll just take a nap." 
And so, he slept.
And woke up.
And waited.
It was now so dark, but still raining. Cale wonders why the sky was so sad. He remembered that, his mother had told him that when it is raining, the sky was sad. 
And then Cale heard growling. Turning around, he saw a beast. It was a mutated wolf. It looked hideous. 
"Ah. . .?" Cale stared at it. "Are you cold?" He asked, sitting up. But all he got was a loud growl before the beast charged towards him, it's sharp claws and fangs showing.
But before it could come close, Cale's necklace glowed as a barrier appeared. And now, Cale had understood. He was in danger. His mother had given him this necklace, saying that if he was ever in danger, it would protect him.
Cale's mother told him to run if that ever happened, but Cale looked at where his mother was lowered. 
And just laid back down. 
The beast would eventually go away. He knows. He didn't know how but he knew. Maybe intuition? 
"Mama, mister wolf is being mean." Cale pouted. 
The rain still had not stopped, it only got stronger. Gust of wind continuously came crashing against Cale and the wolf, who eventually ran away after being too cold. Cale giggled. The beast was a chicken.
But Cale couldn't laugh for too long, he felt dizzy. Cale started coughing. "M—mama. . ." Cale called out before fainting.
His surroundings was spinning. How cool is that? But little Cale certainly did not like how dizzy he felt, along with the headache the pummeled his head.
And so, he slept again.
And woke up once more. But somewhere else this time.
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Eruhaben, the Golden Dragon, was out to hunt some pesky things. He was bored. But his hunt became a stroll after it started raining cats and dogs. It's been hours since he had gone out but he didn't want to return beck to his silent lair and just went to find herbs he could use.
Until he saw something in the distance. Oh my, had Eruhaben gotten too close to a Human's territory? 
Well, it's not like they could do anything about it anyways.
Eruhaben walked towards the red blob. When he got close enough to see it, he frowned. It was a child, a very pale child. And by the looks of it, the child had been here for hours. 
Eruhaben noticed the tomb close to the child. It looked like it's new. He examined it, noticing the name carved on the tomb. 
Loving wife and mother,
Jour Henituse
Ah.
Eruhaben looked back at the child. "Tsk. Unlucky Child." He clicked his tongue before picking up the child with magic before casting a teleportation spell.
Eruhaben halted, noticing a presence nearby. He looked exactly at a spot where an old man appeared. It was a human, but a strong one, by human standards.
"Neglective fools." Eruhaben scowled before proceeding with his exit.
And an old Head Butler was left alone. Just like how the child was.
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HEYAA! I'm back?