The sky was .clear.
Too clear.
Like the world didn’t know what was about to happen.
Golden eyes boy was walking home from the wood, carrying hope to impress everyone and get along
when he saw other he ran to them and request them
"Can I play with you" with
"Ewwww who would play with you" said one boy while stepping back in disgust
"who would play with cursed child" one boy added who was holding ball
The golden boy said in a low crack voice I have a name Ryan Aziel can you call me with it instead? as he lower his head
Tanek.
The grandson of the elder woman.
The one who always glared at Ryan with a twisted smile.
His face sweet in front of adults.
But when no one watched—he changed.
He stepped in front of him, arms crossed.
he froze.
“Who give a name to a cursed child huh?” he said with a sneer.
“Do you think being called by your name would makes you less cursed?”
he didn’t reply.
he never did.
he just tried to walk around him.
But he stuck his foot out.
he tripped.
Fell hard.
Tanek threw a bowl of water on him, the bowl shattered. Water splashed onto my clothes.
He laughed.
And then—
CRACK.
Something slammed into my forehead.
A sharp, burning pain.
Hot liquid trickled down my face.
My vision blurred.
he touched my head.
Blood.
He’d thrown a stone.
he staggered, trying to keep balance,
but the world tilted.
And then—
he screamed.
“Help! He tried to hit me! He threw a rock at me!”
His fake cry echoed louder than my pain.
People came running.
Faces twisted in horror—but not at him.
At me.
The cursed one.
The liar.
The one they never listened to.
One of the women pointed.
“That’s elder Siana’s grandson! And you dare raise your hand against him?!”
“I… didn’t…” I whispered.
But my words were drowned.
Like they didn’t even exist.
They grabbed me.
Dragged me again.
Through the dirt.
Through the shame.
Blood kept pouring.
I couldn’t see clearly.
My head pulsed like thunder.
But the real pain wasn’t that.
The real pain was hearing them say:
“We should’ve gotten rid of you sooner.”
And in the crowd,
once again—
He was there.
The boy from the window.
watching.
His green eyes locked with him.
Ryan tears rolling down , wish there was someone who would stand for me and speak for me
“HE DIDN’T DO Anything
silence
Siana.
The village elder.
Respected. Feared.
Even the other adults bowed when she passed.
She stood above him, leaning on her carved wooden cane.
Her eyes didn’t look like a grandmother’s.
They were full of cold fire.
She looked down at him like I was rot on her floor.
“So,” she said, her voice slow and sharp,
“You dare raise your hand against my blood?”
he opened my mouth.
“No, I—”
CRACK.
The cane struck my back.
I gasped.
Choked on pain.
Another strike.
Across my shoulder.
Crack.
Then my ribs.
I curled into myself.
Trying to protect my face.
My head throbbed.
My breath hitched.
But she didn’t stop.
CRACK.
The cane whipped across my legs, my side, my arm.
She didn’t strike like a weak old woman.
She struck like someone who’d been waiting.
As if this beating was something personal.
“You cursed filth,” she hissed.
“Your whole family hate you because they knew what you were. A black mark. A plague.”
The crowd didn’t move.
A few children looked away.
Some smiled.
One woman covered her daughter’s eyes.
But no one stopped her.
No one.
My body trembled.
he couldn’t breathe.
My hand clutched the dirt.
It was warm with my blood.
he didn’t cry.
he didn’t beg.
he just… wished someone would pull me away.
Hold me.
Call my name.
But only she called it.
"RYAN!"
Another blow.
"LOOK AT ME!"
I didn’t.
So she struck my head.
And everything turned red.
But before I passed out—
I heard it.
A sound of blast.
Raging.
BOOM
A sound like a thunderclap followed.
The cane clattered to the ground.
and everything strat to burn in fire
And through my fading vision,
I saw someone standing behind the tree smirk with devilish look— he was
Not an adult.
A boy.
I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW WAS that a DREAM OR REALLY HAPPENING ?
and everything went blank
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