"Creeeak"
The sound of door opening came.
Draves and Stok stand at front of the narrow passage of the prison which led them towards the Kira prison cell.
The passage was suffocatingly narrow, carved from cold stone that seemed to be swollen even the faintest line. Moisture clung to the wall, and the air carried the scent of rust and rage.
"let's go", Draves speak
"Um... ok", Stok said nervously.
Torches flickered weakly along the wall, their flames bending as if disturbed by something unseen. Shadows stretched and twisted, crawling along the passage like the silent watchers as they walk.
"Stok, what you saw, is it true", Draves said as he was confirming again.
In a response Stok nodded indicating approval.
In this moment Stok, A royal Guard was overwhelmed with many emotions which he felt after very long time~ After his mother death, who died during one Mythical beast '"GreatDraconis" rampage 10 years ago.
Stok was feeling guilty for the current situation of Kira. If he was able to calm himself at that time, then he would be safe somewhere.
Draves and Stok walk and walk, and soon they reached Kira cell.
The first thing which they both saw was a boy around 10 years old with a black hair and a depressed face with a black scarf wrapped around his neck, frightened all over his body and a tear around his eyes which were still red.
"Hey, we are not here to harm", Stok said to calm Kira~ this worked as Kira calmed himself.
"Why are you here...", Kira said
"We are just~ "
"What is your name, young one", Draves said as he interrupted Stok sentence.
"My name... my name is Kira.", Kira said hesitating and with a cracked voice.
"Kira..., call me old man from now on and be ready for tomorrow", old man said.
Hearing Kira was stunned and was also surprised as he doesn't know anything happening tomorrow.
"What is tomorrow"
"You will see", Completing he left old man started walking backwards towards the place from where he came. ~ Door.
His footstep echoed and shadow was becoming less visible as he walks. Soon enough there were no traces of him coming and meeting Kira, as he left.
Kira now was at the front of Stok, who was beyond the cage bars.
Silence~
No one dared to spoke.
In that moment they were both thinking of the same, incident but their view on it was different from each other. The royal guard, Stok was feeling himself responsible for the Kira situation, so it was his guilt which was preventing him from speaking. On the other hand, Kira, a boy with black hair and a scarf around his neck was feeling nothing emotional as he experienced it before but was still silent as Stok, in front of him was resembling one guard in RNC, who stood against him silently watching them, saying nothing.
'What a creep'
Silence~
"Kira..., I am sorry", Stok breaking the silence finally spoke up and started walking towards the door.
"...", Kira just turned his face towards the window seeing the moon and feeling the moonlight over his face overwhelmed with flickering of memories in his mind.
Arc.
Blood.
Fangs.
Campfire.
"Why...", He said in a low voice.
The memories were flickering through his mind again and again like a loop which never end and he, he was just sobbing and sobbing until he fell asleep.