Episode 7 – The Silence of Fatigue
The night was slowly collapsing, the sea was waving quietly in the distance.
Centaur was sitting in the dim light inside the house; the monster was still shaky and aggressive.
He was hurting the centaur every time, directing his anger at him, which suddenly exploded.
But the centaur, despite feeling every blow, did not retreat, did not close his eyes, maintained his patience.
He was tired inside, but he didn't realize it.
The fatigue of the years, the habit of healing wounded souls, now formed a weight on his shoulders.
But the centaur never turned it into a fear of losing it.
In every attack, every sob and every anger, he was just looking for the light inside the monster.
The monster stopped for a moment; his eyes lit up, but he was still afraid.
"Go! Let me go!" He shouted, suddenly raised his arm.
Instead of slowly retreating, Centaur opened his hands and wrapped around the monster's trembling hands.
"I know... you're scared," he said quietly.
"But I'm here. I'm here every time."
The monster retreated with sobs and stopped for a moment.
He felt a spark inside him: there was confidence and compassion, but his fear was still heavy.
And without realizing it, he tired the centaur a little more; physically, spiritually...
But even when the centaur felt this, he never took a step back.
As the night progressed, the centaur took him to the seaside.
The moonlight was dancing on the water, the waves were wetting the sand.
Centaur stood silently, waiting for him to look at the monster.
"Feel it," he said slowly.
"Sea, night and moon flowers... you are safe here."
The monster touched the centaur with its shaky hands.
But he was still afraid; he suddenly retreated and damaged the centaur with a light attack.
Centaur just took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and grabbed the monster's hands again.
"A little light every time," he whispered.
"A little trust every time... and I'm here."
The moon was blooming silently on the horizon.
Small, delicate, but strong in the dark...
Centaur turned his eyes to the flowers, refreshing his light.
He was tired, but he was never afraid of losing.
That night, in the light of sea and moon flowers, the monster was still aggressive, still full of fear, but the spark in it was growing.
And the centaur whispered in his inner voice:
"Every blow, every fear... will one day turn into light. And I will be patient."