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It was supposed to be their safe place. Their little piece of paradise down on the dark, painful earth - a place to lay down in a soft, colorful embrace of countless flowers. On that quiet, peaceful field they would sit in silence and watch as the sun fell behind the horizon, how the last rays of sunlight kissed them goodnight as soft breezes brushed over the flowers and danced on their fur. On that field everything was possible and nothing could hurt them. It was an oasis for a dehydrated soul, a bandage for a shattered mind.

How fragile can peace be. Like a wall of porcelain, tall and beautiful, yet so, so fragile.

Illusia was walking among the field of flowers with her son Valor right beside her, it was a beautiful evening among any other. Illusia only heard a loud screech right before something dark and putrid attacked her, pushing the iridescent dove against the ground. Without any attempts to start fighting back Illusia grabbed Valor in her tight grasp in order to run away, run to Lone Wanderer's protection, but the dark beast already had her ankle between its jaws. She tried to free herself without any luck, it hurt so much, and Illusia could only try to protect her son with her body.

The whole ground trembled as a huge, crimson rook barged across the field towards the only kukuri that ever truly loved him, stomping flowers on his way and making colorful petals fly with the wind that was cold and evil. Just as Lone Wanderer stopped over Illusia and Valor, he let out a roar that rumbled deep from his throat, a roar so loud the flowers bent around him and lost a part of their beautiful pigment. The rook felt how adrenaline burned through his veins like wildfire, how his mind fell in to a pitch black pit and all he could see was the screeching beast in front of him. A danger. An opponent. A moving target, that had to be shred to pieces. He had to do it, sink his teeth into its flesh and tear it apart, just like he had done many times before. But this time it was different.

He protected someone. It was different. The thick, tar like blood in his mouth, rage that stormed in his mind like a hurricane of blades. It was different. Wasn't it?

Illusia was afraid of the beast. Not the one that had appeared, but the one that had returned.

Description
It was supposed to be their safe place. Their little piece of paradise down on the dark, painful earth - a place to lay down in a soft, colorful embrace of countless flowers. On that quiet, peaceful field they would sit in silence and watch as the sun fell behind the horizon, how the last rays of sunlight kissed them goodnight as soft breezes brushed over the flowers and danced on their fur. On that field everything was possible and nothing could hurt them. It was an oasis for a dehydrated soul, a bandage for a shattered mind.

How fragile can peace be. Like a wall of porcelain, tall and beautiful, yet so, so fragile.

Illusia was walking among the field of flowers with her son Valor right beside her, it was a beautiful evening among any other. Illusia only heard a loud screech right before something dark and putrid attacked her, pushing the iridescent dove against the ground. Without any attempts to start fighting back Illusia grabbed Valor in her tight grasp in order to run away, run to Lone Wanderer's protection, but the dark beast already had her ankle between its jaws. She tried to free herself without any luck, it hurt so much, and Illusia could only try to protect her son with her body.

The whole ground trembled as a huge, crimson rook barged across the field towards the only kukuri that ever truly loved him, stomping flowers on his way and making colorful petals fly with the wind that was cold and evil. Just as Lone Wanderer stopped over Illusia and Valor, he let out a roar that rumbled deep from his throat, a roar so loud the flowers bent around him and lost a part of their beautiful pigment. The rook felt how adrenaline burned through his veins like wildfire, how his mind fell in to a pitch black pit and all he could see was the screeching beast in front of him. A danger. An opponent. A moving target, that had to be shred to pieces. He had to do it, sink his teeth into its flesh and tear it apart, just like he had done many times before. But this time it was different.

He protected someone. It was different. The thick, tar like blood in his mouth, rage that stormed in his mind like a hurricane of blades. It was different. Wasn't it?

Illusia was afraid of the beast. Not the one that had appeared, but the one that had returned.