Years, was it? Decades? Decades since he had been granted his wish. Decades since he had left his kingdom, at such a young age. Decades since he found the ruins of an abandoned castle, and with the help of his pencil, turned it into a castle of his own. Lonely, silent, tied off with lurking shadows and dark purple ivy, draping down from the walls. But it was now what he called home.
Rayne was ever so lonely, but he forced himself to be satisfied. He was suppose to be living a perfect life. Where he ruled, he was loved, and he would always get what he dreamed of. The only things that admired him were the jet black crows that prowled along the castle that was as dark as their feathers, due to the food Raanan would leave out for them.
He wanted to leave. He wanted to crawl out of the hole he had dug himself so deep into, and come back into the warm arms of his family. Laugh along with his friends, and possibly meet a daring soulmate who would always be by his side. But he had lost all of that. Raanan gave up the chance for anything. Anything.
Raanan gently reached for his pencil, and on a piece of paper, he scribbled a note.
let me leave.
But another part of him was simply too strong. The urge to continue, and force himself to believe everything was all right. You'll be fine. You have everything you ever wanted, at your fingertips! You brat, you idiot. Listen to me, I know what's right for you. His mind howled, over and over. He believed their calls, and felt too foolish to respond.
His eyes glinted with distaste and dissatisfaction. What had he created? Within not just his creatures, but himself? A selfish monster that was too pathetic to face his own problems, and bond himself to a castle of silence.
Picking up the pencil, he breathed a heavy breath on it.
A moment blazed past. And with a quick movement, Rayne turned it around.
Slowly, slowly, slowly,
snapping the his pencil - and unfolding a future ahead of him.