It was in the farthest and darkest corner of the training hall, behind the weapon racks. was a place where almost no light penetrated, but where the glint of cold, yellow eyes could be seen.
Elion sat quietly, not daring to make a sound, and carefully controlled his breathing, hoping to wait calmly for the sparring to end. Elion sat quietly, not daring to make a sound. He carefully controlled his breathing, hoping to wait calmly for the sparring to end. He knew that as soon as the women's fight was over, the hunt for him would begin, so he decided to hide in the best possible place.
— ...
"Damn, how childish..." the guy thought gloomily.
"What am I doing anyway?" He restrained the urge to slap his forehead.
In the dark space, his mood worsened considerably, and unpleasant scenes began to involuntarily float into his head.
"Hahahaha!" A cruel laugh rang in his head—one he would never forget.
—... Elion clenched his fists tightly, his face hardening.
"Just wait. My laughter will stay with you forever," he thought, his expression turning cold, when he sensed something and looked up.
Tap tap.
"Not that..." flashed through his mind when he heard the familiar footsteps, but laughter drowned out those thoughts.
"Our baby wants to play. Our baby wants him to look for him..." A not-so-cheerful song reached Elion's ears. He realized that, in his haste, he had forgotten to think of an escape plan.
"My baby is not easy to find. From the dark corner, my baby... The voice grew closer, bringing with it doom.
"Better..." The voice approached Elion from above.
"Come out..." It sounded right in front of his ear.
"...
"Found you," a satisfied voice said above his head.
Elion did not raise his head at the sound of the voice but sat as if nothing had happened.
"You know, I'd love to play another round, but I doubt you'll be looking for me. So let's save it for a better time," she said playfully.
— What are you doing sitting here?
What are you doing sitting here? It's almost over. Let's go."
— ...
"Oh, you want me to force you again? Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I have no choice but to..." The voice leaned close to Elion's ear.
"I'll put a little pressure on you," the voice whispered sweetly into his ear.
Elion didn't react.
"Hey, why are you frowning again?"
"...
"Come on..."
The guy didn't even move.
The girl stopped talking and fell silent for a moment.
Plop—she sat down silently next to him.
—... Elion didn't react, even considering how unpleasant the situation was for him. Unpleasant thoughts overwhelmed him, and he felt no desire to react to his surroundings.
Darkness, both outside and inside him, took hold again. He continued to fight it every day for the sake of a long-standing promise, but he did not always succeed.
He went to sleep at sunset and woke up at dawn every day. He simply had no other choice. Having lost the light inside and outside himself, he could only be content with what was natural.
However, the darkness was like quicksand; it bound him. At first, he still had the desire to fight and escape it, but over time, the darkness consumed him.
Therefore, when such moments came, it was very difficult for Elion to escape.
One lonely, cloudy day a couple of years ago, Elion walked through the capital, darker than the clouds. If he had stayed in his room, things would have been worse. Overcoming his feelings, he wandered the streets in search of comfort. The street was closed to carriages because it was a holiday. However, the noise and merriment of the people could not fill the emptiness inside the boy. He couldn't look at people's smiles, knowing what they might be like inside. The world did not look at him, and he did not care. Elion did not look at the world either, and he did not care. With his eyes closed and his soul shut, he walked with his head slightly raised.
From that day on, her light no longer came, yet he continued to reach for something that no longer existed. It seemed as if there was no hope left inside him.
Having closed himself off from the world, he forgot one thing: his hearing. He could ignore voices and various sounds, but sound could sometimes be difficult.
On that day, a song penetrated his ears, which had refused to hear anyone's voice. It paid no attention to his closed eyes or ears. He didn't hear it with his ears or see it with his eyes. He felt it with his wounded soul.
On that day, he danced.
It was not ordinary dancing.
It was a dance of emotions.
Hope was the main emotion.
Even in his darkest moments, he did not give up, continuing to seek
Seek for light.