Self-Inflicted

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The boy stared out from the cave he was crouched in, waiting as rain fell across the forest. He rubbed an arm across his freckled face and smudged some dirt on it in the process.
He perked apon hearing wingbeats, and ran out of the cave with a happy squeak, looking up to see his mother landing. He ran up and wrapped his stubby arms around her neck, cooing happily.
"I was waiting forever, mom! Where were you? I was booooored!" He stated, running around in a small circle.
She chuckled and grabbed him by the scruff of his ratty clothes and took him back into the cave.
"Hunting was slow today. The fish were deeper than usual." She told him, setting him down on the stone and drawing her large pink tounge over his face.
"Ew, ugh mom! Nooo!" He squeaked, trying to fight her off. "It's not even bath time! Besides, I like the water better! Can we just eat?" 
She chuckled, giving him a warm smile, then hacked up a couple fish and blasted them with a small fireball to cook them. The small boy munched on them, curling up against the Fury. After he'd finished, and tossed the bones to the other end of the cave, he yawned and stared out at the rain, a thoughtful look in his green eyes.
"Mom, could we go flying tomorrow? If it stops raining?" He asked, nudging her gently.
She hummed softly, tapping a long tail on the stone in thought. "I suppose so. If you don't try any stunts." 
The boy stood and started dancing, clearly pleased. "Woo! Flying! Oh, and look what I can do! I practiced a little today!" 
He stood a little ways away from her and looked so serious he actually looped around to looking a little silly, and then shot his hand out and some flames sputtered from his small fist.
"See? I can almost do a fireball like you!" 
"Very good, I'm impressed. Just don't hurt yourself." She told him.
He giggled and sat back down next to her, a big smile on his face. "What do you think I'll be like when I grow up?" He asked her.
"Better than any at magic, and twice as handsome than you are now." She chuckled. "You'll be amazing some day. And you'll be a friend to lots of dragons, not just me." 
He smiled wider, happy. He liked that. "I'll help other dragons like you, and... maybe I'll even fly on my own some day!" 
She chuckled. "Don't dream too big. You don't have wings, after all."
"I will someday." He told her, as if he was sure it would happen. "I have fire, don't I? Maybe I'll get wings too." 
The Night Fury sighed softly and nudged her small son. "Maybe. But remember, you... you aren't like me. You aren't a dragon. You have fire, but you're still..." He noticed her break off slightly, tensing.
"Mom? You okay? They..." He patted her gently, as if he knew exactly what had seemed to trouble her. He shrunk a little with sadness and she noticed.
"No, It's okay. I'm alright. I've never blamed you for what they did. I don't see them when I look at you. I love you." She gently huffed some warm air over his head, ruffling his messy hair. "You're a good one. Probably the only good one. Never change, my Little Star." 
She snuggled against him, a sad smile in her eyes. He curled up against her warm body, feeling content.
Little star died a long time ago, and you know that, Indigo. You're doomed to this fate. You're going to pay for your mistake, Indigo, you're going to be alone, you- 
NO!
Indigo awoke in a cold sweat, panting. He had to bite his lip very hard to keep from sobbing, instead holding himself in a tight ball, hoping his guards wouldn't hear.
It was too much. He couldn't take it much longer.
He wanted to scream.
He couldn't handle it.
The guilt was going to drive him back to madness.
You were wrong about me, mother... I am not good. I am horrible. 
He cried quietly to himself, a ball of misery. He was lonely, in agony, being torn apart by guilt, and terrified of being alone. He was falling apart, and his mind was slipping back, no matter how hard he tried to keep it pinned in sanity.
It was frustrating, and he knew it would only make things worse for everyone if he snapped. But he felt like he was drowning, and the ocean threatened to drag him deeper once again.
It wasn't at all fair.
He wanted things to be simple again.
Indigo took a clawed hand and slashed it across his face, angry with himself. Within minutes the bleeding had stopped and a new scar had formed. He stared at his hand, panting and shaking.
He attacked himself again, this time making a swipe at his arm. Again, within moments the wound was gone.
Every time.
He gave up, deciding that was enough and flopped back onto the spot he'd been sleeping on.
He wouldn't last much longer.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Indigo Phantom