Agony

"Agony" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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White hot pain shot through every inch of him, every vein. Heat more intense than any flame he'd ever summoned emanated from his soul and out through his skin.
He'd died, but he hadn't, and now those monsters that had killed his mother were very, very dead.
Everything had been a blur of flames and pain and screaming.
Now he was on his hands and knees among what was left of the hunter camp, panting and trying to get himself under control.
His skin was burnt badly, his clothes all but gone, his sword tossed to the side and melted.
There was the smell of burnt flesh and blood and wood and metal all around him, and everything was bombarding his senses so much he had trouble breathing.
He wasn't sure when he passed out.
He awoke to stars. It was night. It had been late evening when he'd attacked. The moon was bright and cold above him, and he could hear owls, crickets, frogs... the wind through the trees, and his own heart.
It was slower than he remembered.
He looked himself over to see that the once badly burnt skin from his explosion of magic was healed and scarred. His clothes were not so lucky.
He stood and started stumbling through the woods, not certain what to do with himself now.
At some point he came across a stream and looked at his reflection and nearly fainted.
It was worse than he could have known.
His hair was completely gone, and the skin was pale and thick and scarred. It still looked like him, but...
Worse.
And, to top it off, little purple flames were clinging to his head, and he couldn't even feel them. He could still feel heat coming off of himself, fire just below the surface. Magic ready to burst right out when needed.
What even was he anymore? Not the little boy he'd been. Not the teen who'd practiced for a few solid years to get vengeance for his mother.
He was... he was a ghost of his former self... an almost white reflection in the water below.
A pale, fiery... dead looking...
Thing.
Little star began to cry as he stared at himself in the stream.
This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was hideous.
"I want my mom! I wanna go home!" The teen cried. "Why did this happen to me? I just wanted- I just..."
He couldn't understand why his magic had gotten so far out of control that it would do this. He'd never understood himself, and now he understood even less..
He could barely stand to stare at his reflection, but he couldn't look away. He couldn't blame humans for this one. He'd done this to himself somehow. And that made it worse.
He managed to rip his eyes from the stream to look down at his body. It was just as bad as the rest of him. And there was a massive scar running from his chest down to his stomach where the hunter sword had ripped him open. He couldn't take it. 
Once he'd finished losing what little lunch he had, he crawled back up against a tree, shivering and trying to will himself anywhere but here and keeping his eyes shut tight to not see himself.
After a while of that, he looked up at the sky.
"You really don't care about me, do you? No one does. The only one who did, you took away from me. You just want to to see me miserable! Well, you succeeded! Congratulations! I'm more a mess than I've ever been!" He yelled at whatever or whoever was up there."Well, I won't let you win! I don't even know why I'm here, but I'll find a purpose just to spite you! I'll find happiness just to frustrate you! I'll..."
He broke off with a small sob and curled up even further, looking small and defeated against the tree. But he wasn't done fighting. He'd always been a fighter.
They'd left him in the woods, all alone, but a dragon had helped him.
He was wild. Untamed. And full of flames.
He was a Phantom. A creature that would never die. A nightmare to any that would cross him.
With a deep growl, he pulled himself to his feet again, filling with new determination.
He was scared, but he wouldn't let anything, God, Demon, Human, Dragon, Halfbreed... anything hold him back. The fire began to burn hotter, but it only felt better.
"And one day, I'll take back what I was cheated!" He roared, shaking a fist at the heavens.
...First, clothes. Ones that wouldn't burn. He couldn't find his purpose half naked.
Then... start with what he always started with. His brothers and sisters. Dragons.
It was a start.
He stumbled off into the woods, a grin growing on his face with every step.
He was a Phantom.
The Indigo Phantom.
Category:Events
Category:Pre-Season
Category:Indigo Phantom