12 - still a child
One day, Kade bumped into something called music, an ongoing trendsetter in his life. It drew him in, making his previous imagination with nothing but pictures and music; he felt peace within it, something he never gained from his family.
A common interest rapidly turned into an obsession as his proficiency in making beats and rhymes was the most satisfying thing to him. One day, he tried experimenting with both, and that changed everything.
Kade found his new escape.
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Retreat is also a path, a saying that has stumped many generals and people alike.
Why? Well, propaganda is one of those causes, and another is scars. Problems don't just disappear; they linger, some grip tight. fighting for a piece in your nightmares.
These are not friends that nurture you, but ones that celebrate your sorrows, and they take over due to one trait of their host.
Retreat is a path, ' escape from what Kade thought,
Retreat is a path. 'Why would I need to escape?' My thoughts grew more chaotic by the second.'
forcing a smile, it felt eerie; I didn't feel human or at peace. The mask was crumbling.
Retreat is a path. ' Mom and Dad have always been the best, ' I said, forcing a smile, though this time it hurt.
Retreat is a path. 'They stayed, unlike the others.' Days drew past, drifting by never to be felt, except for one person
REtreat IS a path. 'They taught me all I know' Time seemed to blur, and sooner or later, a week passed.
RETREAT IS A PATH. My prayers grew more shaky, and my hands started forming fists involuntarily every time I thought of them.
With each day, a feeling of unease crept up, lingering in the background.
ReTReat is a Path. Weeks turned into months, and the unease quickly turned to fear. The once cosy home silently turned into a cage as thoughts of abandonment slowly crept up.
"What if th....No ", I whispered, pausing myself due to fear of finishing it, whilst I added words of denial to help ease the pain. Gloryfying them even though it hurt, I still refused to face it
'Retreat is a path, ' I chuckled, thinking of the place he got the saying from, though it sounded desperate, akin to someone on their deathbed
'Why was I laughing, and why isn't it working?' he dropped to the floor. ' If it helped Drivir, shouldn't it help me?' he held his hand against the throat, planning to end it.
He raised it and with a smooth transition, made it drop- inching closer with each second. The smell of death was thick, but not suffocating. He stopped a mere millimetre away.
The amazing control showing itself akin to a saviour, 'this is not the way'. This single saved him.
'This is not how Divir went out. I need something more heroic,' his thought turned into fantasy for death- one resembling a hero on his last leg.
Now you might be wondering who divir? Well, he's a character from Rivedale, and it was about a farmer with an ungodly obsession with his land. transcending normal notions and becoming something comparable to worship.
Why though? He acquired it to raise a family, and it happened as everything went by smoothly, but we all know good times don't last forever.
A raid on the village happened, and the culprits were the mountain bandits. In that accident, his wife and two daughters died trying to run away, leaving him with only a son.
A couple of years later, He became a drunkard, yet he still cared for the child as a memento to his wife.
Those same bandits came, and he died fighting- leaving the child to fend for himself.
Question: Would you treat the man as a deserter? No right, but he could've easily run away with the child, but no. Hiding him in a barn for whoever might find him, and guess who found him?
Why not run? It's not like he was surrounded, and that's where the author pulled out that saying
Retreat is a path, but Kade saw something else. A man too afraid to face the truth of his family's destruction. a man drowning in fantasy to face the truth, a man too clouded to make a rational decision, all because of a mistake.
Now look at him, it cost his life and the fact that his child might not live the next day. Just like that, a bloodline ended.
Retreat was a path, though tweaked it, changing it to something more whole. A saying to resonate with him whole.
Retreat is a path, but not salvation.
gazing upon himself, he felt pitiful, an untold slowly grew, and with each repeat, it grew.
stronger, more resolute- it echoed against the wall, finally coming back to him, and with it, the world finally clicked.
'We die like drivir as a way to end my sorrow right....? ' The question hung in the air, echoing through the hallway.
resonating with him, fueling his conviction, but something felt wrong- unorthodox, akin to being forced down a path.
Tears dropped, and he banged against the cold cobble.
His body responded, sending warnings, but his mind was truly chaotic, and he mistook them for tears of joy.
What a broken soul, to not even realise his control is wavering and the fact that his bodily rank was gradually receding, going from unbound to something of a semi-state
He stood there joyous of his revelation, but now a problem arose.
Who will he die for? Then it happened, faint thoughts of dying for his master trickled in.
His anger flared, and his anger suddenly increased, flushing any thoughts of worship for her. It seems we've got a bipolar on our hands- one that only acts to kill, though not for their lord, but their lord.
A truly baffling situation, like what did she do to gain such hate? However, that's a question for a later date.
stuck in his trance, he forced himself out, leaving with an undeniable weight on his shoulders; however, were they truly or just ignored to a higher state than before?
Sadly, there's no one to guide him out of it.
He lifted himself, making sure to dust off his clothes and walked off.
Turns out Theska changed his post. Moving him from the furnace to the mine.
'how fimilir'
Arriving in the mines, he was met with an overwhelming feeling of despair.
Yep, it got worse after the death of some fellow prisoners.
"May you rest in peace ", he said sorrowfully. he didn't know when, but lately he's been more interested in how people died than who they were before.
crazy to think these are the thoughts of a 16-year-old virgin. damn, how far has the world fallen?
He moved to the corner, inspecting the gem he was about to mine.
It looked boojy in every way, with the influx of colours within it, akin to a rainbow.
His eyes got lost in the colour for some time, then he slipped out of it. snapping out of it.
'I got minipulated, how?' thoughts in diarray- scanning himself top to bottom, he finally landed on a conclusion.
' I've regressed, ' he said, not knowing why, and just jotting it down to be studied later,
he began his work, though this time he didn't split; instead left his mind to feel. the vibrations from the hits. The resonance it created. The symphony evolved to.
embracing it, he moved. hitting in different areas and angles to create different frequencies. The beat carried him through the day.
allowing him to forget all his trauma for a split second, and this is why he loved it.
His strikes grew swifter and more controlled.
Instincts seemed to kick into overdrive as the pile behind him grew in size, so did the flame in his eyes.
There was the ability of the furnace on full display; however, for him, it didn't raise his view of someone else, but instead of himself.
fueling his ambition with an ungodly source.
a bang, followed by some clicks. drawing Kade's attention.
Peeking over his shoulder, the first thing he saw was the massive pile of ore behind him.
Sweat dripped down his body, followed by an audible for effect.
'I fucked up, ' a flicker of understanding.
Theska entered behind her, and a little boy followed closely.
wearing her face of pure serenity, it instantly broke when she saw the inside.
absolute chaos. The workers lay dead and premature at that. The cause of it all was the rainbow sitting in the centre of the room.
You could see acts of prafanty toward them from the now dead workers.
Some like, others naked and stuck in whatever position they deemed necessary.
seeing whatever this was, she panicked internally, remembering to retain an air of superiority to the sla.... Ahem, meant workers.
Theska looked around, trying to find the culprit, and there he stood, sticking out like a sore thumb
Kade stood there smiling back, earning a look of terror from the two.
'shit, I forgot I'm considered ugly here, ' he reflectedtrying to think of ways out of this mess.