11-13-2016, 12:46 PM
Life was full of opportunities.
That was what Bruise had learned from a young age when he had made his way down the mountain and felt the powers slip from his grasp so easily—so fully. It had been infuriating to know what he could be, what he could do, and see it disappear. He, and his father, could be magnificent. They could control worlds and damage dynasties and be the change that so many around him desperately needed, even if they did not realize it.
This. This was an opportunity.
He arrived shortly after the first, with her simpering words and smiles. He does not bend so easily or beg. The fairy had not asked that of him and he would not do it. Instead, he walked up, still young and coltish with legs too long, the singular horn alien and wrong on his forehead. He looked the fairy in the eye and nodded his head. He could pass this along to five others. He smiled. That part would be fun. "I'm in."
Bruise
head like a hole; as black as your soul.