Guilt

"Guilt" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Guilt.
He was wracked with it, and he couldn't get it out of his head. He had to do something to make it stop.
As soon as the old woman had gone to sleep, he found his armor and clothes, put them on, and left.
He had no idea which way to go, so he wandered.
The night sky and silence gave him a lot of time to think as he walked.
His mind wandered to long ago, when things had been simpler, and happier. He missed his mother, had been missing her for a long time. He could almost hear her voice as she gently sang to him while he curled against her. He saw himself showing her his fire magic, and the pride in her face.
He also heard her screams as the trapper shot a bolt into her side, her wings going limp and the two of them tumbling to the ground.
"Mother!" 
"Run, child! Survive! And remember!" 
He heard her last words as he ran for his life on his two skinny legs, terrified and shaking.
"Never let humans catch you!"
"I never should have left her, but I was just a child. What was I supposed to do? Now... now everything's horrible." Indigo mumbled to himself. He could feel himself shaking as if he was freezing cold, yet the never ending heat inside him kept him warm.
He felt his mind wandering again, slowly.
Agony. His body being ripped apart, his soul lashing out and catching flame, shrieks of humans as they fell prey to him instantly. Their anguish only fueling the hatred and madness that had sparked in him that day.
The day he died.
Indigo slumped against a tree, tired and panting.
"It's never going to leave me alone until... until I go back to not feeling, or... or I make it right." He mumbled to himself.
He sat there until morning, thinking deep and long about his choices. He'd made all the wrong ones until now. He'd murdered, stewed, let his bitterness and anger consume him entirely for decades. All the choices had led to things being worse. To half his family abandoning him. To him feeling more and more empty. He wanted the pain to stop, he wanted to heal. He was tired of being broken.
There was only one choice.
He stood and took off his mask, looking it over slowly.
It was a reminder of the anger he had at the wrong he had suffered, a physical piece of his madness and hatred. He'd worn it for so long.
He set it against the tree he'd been lying against when he'd made the decision.
"I... I..." He turned and glanced out towards the dragons, as if he knew where they were.
He did.
"I'm doing this for you. No more hatred. I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm going to make this right, because if I continue like this, I'll only get worse. I'm... I'm going to find a way to heal."
He turned and walked, hoping to find the person he was now looking for.
The mask sat peacefully against the tree, abandoned.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Indigo Phantom