User blog comment:Witchking99/Saburra, The Desert Slaughterer/@comment-3391671-20170315045030/@comment-9155327-20170317021937

What do you think of this then?

An hour before dawn arrived, a little boy was standing by his window to Watch the sun rise into the sky. He always had his breath taken away by the view of i because his room was the exact opposite. He looked back and saw the grey concrete walls, the dark carpeted floor, and the solid steel door. He had no bed, no tables or chairs, he didn't even have toys that other children would played with.

He always loved looking at the window even through its bars, he could see the life of everything moving, all the colors and all the people, all the different sights he would newly notice, it always left him in awe. He always wondered whether he would ever be able to go outside, but then he remembered what happened last time he asked.

He would never forget the expressions he saw on his keepers faces. The sheer terror and fear that came from them. The next thing he knew the male grabbed his wrist so tightly that it hurt and dragged him up the stairs and threw the boy into the room. He could hear the door lock from the outside. And as if that wasn't enough, the boy decided to push his ears towards the door to hear what the adults were saying.

"David, don't you think that was a bit much?" "Loren, you know as well as I do that thing inside the room is what the prophecy of sand is talking about!" "But he's still our son, David!" "No! Our son died the moment that prophecy was uttered. That thing in the room over there isn't our son. It's a monster, Loren! A monster!" "But-" "No buts Loren! Do you really want to take a chance on the lives of millions of people that could die to give that thing a chance!?"

The silence that followed was the only thing the boy needed to know the answer of the woman. He cried that night, it wasn't loud or ugly, it was quite silent because he knew nobody would be there to care if they heard him.

Remembering that memory was like opening a still healing would, it just cut deeper into him causing the would to become uglier. He felt like he was again on the verge of crying, when he saw a butterfly that flew into his room and suddenly he stopped thinking about because of the awe, he had over the butterfly. He slowly approached it and watched as it rested it's wings. He watched the butterfly for hours on end till it flew out of the window. He felt renewed and happy, he was able to hope again, for a brighter future and a better tomorrow. Little did he know that 3 weeks later, he would get sick and be left to die and another week before he was sealed into the sky and out of harm.