The awakening

Episode 1

The awakening

"Mom!" Damien, a little boy of about 9 years panicked as he ran through the tall dry grass

Just a moment ago he was with his mother, walking hand in hand in the passing carnival; it was a religious holiday he had never heard of. His mother explained to him that it was the last full moon of the year, and a certain group who worshipped the moon always celebrated it.

He nodded, pretending like he understood what she was saying.

He was talking to her a minute ago, but now she had vanished, and he found himself alone in a nearby dry field. He couldn't understand how he had gotten there or why he was there, but there was someone beside him, a man in a hood; he was squeezing tightly on his shoulder.

"Who...who are you?" he sputtered.

"...Oh good, you're awake." The hooded man abruptly let go of him, pushing him to the ground. "Hey." He called out "the boy is awake"

"That's good news." Another hooded man replied as he rose up from the tall dry grass; another person beside him, a woman also wearing a long dark hood.

She bent down again, coming up with a crossbow this time.

"Let's get this over with." She handed it to the man beside her.

Damien, still frozen on the ground, still couldn't process what was happening; he was just with his mother... so why, why was he suddenly alone with these people, and why were they pointing a crossbow at him?

His eyes widened as an arrow flew past his ear, piercing into the ground.

"Damn," the man clicked his fingers.

"you call that an aim?" the woman snickered snatching the cross bow from the man "watch how it's done"

Damien was covered in a cold sweat; his pupils were so dilated they were getting dry from the wind. He didn't know what was going on, but one thing he knew for sure was that these people were trying to kill him.

He took to his heels.

He ran through the dry grass, screaming and crying out for his mom, for anyone; he was in horrible danger.

"..should we just let him run like that" the first man watching him disappear into the bushes

"Let him" the woman set a new arrow "I like it when they run"

She covered one eye, aiming at the boy.

"Don't miss," the other guy hissed.

"shut up" She shot

The boy came crashing down in front of them.

"yes" She put the bow down with a smile , but just as quickly it turned a frown

The boy was back up, the arrow had only grazed his leg, his adrenaline didn't let him stay down for long

"ha ha" the other guy collected the cross bow again "watch how it's done sweet heart"

"Mom?!, mom!" the boy continued to run, his head ringing, leg bleeding, suddenly he felt a sharp pain, his legs gave out and he fell face first into the dirt

He looked down at his chest, the pain, an arrow had got him

"Bingo" the hooded man laughed heartily as the other man jogged over to the boy and picked up his limp body, he wasn't dead, but very close to it, perfect for what they wanted to do

He tossed him into the back of their carriage, covering him with a thick cloth, his hands and legs were bound not that he was going anywhere even if they weren't

"Mom..mom" He kept mummuring but no sounds came out of his mouth

just before the carriage left the carnival site, he caught the sight of a red dress, the very same dress his mother wore pass by his carriage, she seemed to be shouting something, but alas, his head rang so much he could hear a thing

2 hours later

"Welcome back" Another hooded person greeted then as the carriage pulled into a cave looking place "took you guys long enough"

She took down her hood

"you got the kid?"

"just as you ordered " the first man dropped his hood "he's in the back, barely alive, but alive enough"

"as long as his soul is still In his body I could care less of his condition " she turned heading into the cave "bring him"

The other man tossed him over his shoulder and brought him into the cave, it was much bigger on the inside than it looked , the room was dimly lit with candle light

He climbed unto a stage and laid the half dead boy on a pillar, on the other pillar was bowl of , strangely , purple water and at the foot of the stage more than a hundred hooded people stood muttering things in low tunes

"Brethren" the woman who met them outside the cave spoke "gather round, for the time has come"

Almost immediately the crowd of people made a circle around the boy

He couldn't hear much of what they were saying, but what he got clearly was that they were about to use him for a ritual, a ritual to create their own god

They said something about his soul being the chosen one and after than he blacked out

He was awoken by a horrible pain all over his body; they were all chanting something. With every second that passed, the pain got more excruciating.

It felt like his soul was being ripped from his body, and he was covered in flames and molten lava; it was an unexplainable pain, but soon it was over; his body became limp, and he was gone.

His soul had been sucked into the bowl of water; at least that was what was supposed to happen.

They waited in suspense for something to happen.

Suddenly all the candles were blown out simultaneously.

The smoke that the candles left behind seemed to have a mind of its own. The smoke of the candles headed for the bowl of water.

It revolved around it for a short time, then dove into the water. They were expecting the smoke to rise up and form their "god."

But it didn't;

Instead, it rose up from the water and separated into a small circle. The crowd was confused and began murmuring.

The circle of smoke suddenly became wider, and along with it came a heavy gust of wind.

It pushed them all backward, with some of them even falling over, before they could recover; the same gust of wind came again, this time dragging them closer to the bowl of water.

The wind began to spin around the cult; immediately, each of the members began to feel the same pain the boy felt.

Their very lives were being sucked out of them and being pulled into the bowl of water.

Their loud, horrific shrieks of pain rang loudly in the echoing cave; they could do nothing as they watched their bodies dry up before their eyes, until finally there was nothing but silence and their empty hoods.

Suddenly there was a sound.

Someone was breathing... It was slow and shaky, but it was definitely a person

The sound was coming from the bowl of water.

A hand popped out of the bowl, and then another. The two hands grabbed the pillars that the bowl was placed on and pulled themselves out of the bowl, falling to the ground.

Laying on the ground was a boy of about 8 to 9 years with charcoal black hair, he took a deep breath as his eyes popped open, his eyes were a bright purple colour, so bright they glowed

He got up and slipped into one of the empty hoods on the floor

The boy standing with the black hair and bright purple eyes was the "god" they had tried to make, but something went wrong, turning this so-called "god" into a devil.

he was 'born' with all the knowledge of the world yet he didn't know who he was, he was a new creature so to speak

He knew the earth was unfair and cursed, and he knew someone had created it definitely, but he didn't know who and why the person had kept the earth the way it was

Then again, he wasn't a god to understand such things.

He decided to step outside and take a look around; he knew the earth, but he hadn't seen it yet.

As he stepped out of the cave, he was hit by a cool evening breeze. He went down the stairs and rested his head on the pillars, looking around in awe.

He was mesmerized.

Even though the earth had a terrible menace known as humans, it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

The green grass seemed to stretch out like an endless ocean.

He stepped down, his robe tripping him; clumsily, he stumbled on a patch of grass, and as his feet came in contact with the grass, it immediately burned to a crisp. He quickly put his leg back on the stone staircase.

He noticed that the place he was standing had melted in, and the other places he had stepped on left footprints in them.

He felt terrible for burning the grass; it was so beautiful, and he ruined it

With all the willpower he could muster, he held down the fiery aura around his body. He took a deep breath and touched the grass with his toes;

It didn't burn.

His eyes lit up with excitement as he gently stepped on the grass

The cold grass and earth cushioned his feet. The grass tickled in between his toes, it was soft and he loved it.

He loved it so much that he started walking on it, and then he started jogging before he realized he was running

With the evening breeze blowing aggressively into his hair and face, it was fun.

"hey,hey kid".

A voice called out to him. He turned around and saw that he had run quite a distance

He ran so far that he couldn't see the cave anymore. He was in the field of a small village.

"Hey kid, are you okay?"

A lady in her late forties called out to him.

He stared at her for a while and then looked around.

"Me?" he panted.

"Yes, you," she smiled and walked over to him.

She bent down and asked what he was doing here all alone by himself.

He didn't know what to say, he just stood still, blinking at her

His eyes had become a normal nut brown colour.

"Are you lost?, do you know where your family lives?"

She asked

"..Do you have a family?"

"No" he shook his head

"Oh" her eyes saddened "well, do you have anywhere to go?"

"I'll just stay on the grass" he smiled.

She blinked at him

He was just so cute and dumb

"So what's your name?"

"I don't have one"

"You don't have a name?"

She stood up straight and led him to the bench

"Mind if I give you one" she sat him down

He thought about it for a while, then agreed. He could see she was nice.

"So what do you think of Charles?" she asked.

"..I don't like it"

"What about Jesse?"

"No"

"okay,what about.." she thought "Damien"

"Damien?" he repeated "..it's nice."

"Okay, Damien," she sat up "My name's Elora,since you're alone, do you want to stay with me for now?"

His eyes widened.

"..seriously?"

"as serious as I ever will be."

He was compelled to go, but he didn't want to seem naive.

"How can I trust you?" he asked.

"You can if you want to." She held out her hand.

He looked at her hand and slowly reached out for it.

Her hands were warm and had a soft touch. She smiled as she held his hand, and as they walked into the village, some people gave them odd stares while others greeted the lady.

They walked to the edge of the small village, and then she stopped in front of a cottage.

It looked way bigger than the other house's they had passed along the street.

But what intrigued him the most was the big, colorful garden behind her house, He could tell that it was well taken care of from the smell of the flowers.

She led him inside;

He couldn't wait to see it, she could tell. He opened the back door for him; he took one look at the garden and ran outside.

It was even more glorious than he thought it would be. He buried his toes in the grass. It was very cold.

He excitedly lay on the grass and looked up at the beautiful sky. He felt someone lay down next to him.

It was her.

"Do you like it, Damien?"

"Mhm." He closed his eyes.

"You seem to really like grass, huh?" she stared at the sky.

"..well" he thought to himself "maybe humans aren't so bad."