On a stormy night a frail looking young man with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes walking home after a long day at school then he heard a loud ''THUD hand over the bug old man''. Going closer he saw old man pushed against the wall ''Are you deaf'' Stretching his hand and taking the bug forcefully
''I Should leave nothing ever come when i am nice.''
Walking away he had no time for the broken and the lost but as his footstep echoed.
Down the empty street a memory his grandfather's tired smile rose up like a ghost behind him.He slowed,cursed under his breath and turned back his voice steady but low ''Hey.'' he called out .Stepping closer ''.He's not worth it he's got nothing you need let the old go.''
The robber snarled.suspicious ''mind your business.'' The robber growled pressing the old man harder against the wall.
The glint of a gun in his hand caught the streetlight -cold unforgiving my heart thudded in my chest. Every instinct screamed at me to walk away to not get involved but. I Couldn't not with the old man shaking like that. Not after the memory of my grandfather's frail body years ago helpless in his final days flashed through my mind like a spark to dry leaves
I stepped forward. hand raised.
''look you don't want to do this.'' I said, my voice low steady-thought my leg trembled. ''He's got nothing. just let him go.
The robber turned. gun now aimed at me. ''One more step and you're next.'' The robber snarled the barrel of the gun gleaming under the flickering streetlamp.
But i didn't stop.couldn't.
my leg moved before my mind caught up and i lunged up and i lunged forward shouting ''Run.'' running toward the the robber. The old man hesitated frozen in fear ''Run!'' I shouted to him. ''go! now!''
The old man stumbled backward then turned and fled down the alley his footstep uneven but determined that was all the time.
I needed i lunged at the robber tackling him with everything i had the gun clattered against the wall as we hit the ground limbs tangled fists flying his keen drove into my ribs and i swung wildly trying to knock the weapon away completely.
Then_ Bung
The world tilted my body want cold.
I collapsed as i gasping as the pian bloomed in my chest like fire. He scrambled to his feat the gun shaking in his grip and then run-vanishing into the dark. I lay there watching the night sky spin knowing only one thing for certain. The old had escaped.
The word faded sounds dulled only the sharp. metallic tang of blood remained-and then ever that was gone.
A bright light filled my vision. not harsh. not blinding-soft. warm, as thought The universe itself had opened its arms.
So This is it, I Thought. This is how it ends,
My body felt weightless. The pain slipped away like water thought finger.
''life...it was never fair. was it! The thought floated up. calm and bitter, Born with less, always chasing scraps, always watching others get ahead I tried to be good tried to be better but the world didn't care Even when i did the right thing... This is where it got me a dry laugh, inside my head, Saving a stranger, Dying in a gutter.
Darkness.
That was the fast thing he felt. not cold not pain-just just the overwhelming stillness of void. time seemed to unravel and space itself bled into nothingness. he was no longer alive. yet not truly dead suspended.
Then- something stirred.
In the distance. where thought and matter should not exist a presence loomed. A pair of golden eyes slowly opened. vast and ancient. A dragon. Towering ethereal its from constellations and cosmic winds its wings did not flap. yet reality bent around them. It didn't speak but its very existence echoed fabric of his fading soul.
Then. without warning-light. Blinding consuming.
He gasped
His eyes snapped open to see a wooden ceiling above the scent of linen and milk thick in the air. His tiny hands flailed instinctively. His couldn't move his neck properly but he could feel it-he was small. weak.
A cradle creaked beneath him. voices murmured distantly muffled by a world unfamiliar.
Reborn!
He didn't know why or how-but he had been given another chance.
And the dragon gaze still lingered in the black of his mind.
I blinked through the haze, my body heavy and my heart uncertain. The world above me shimmered with light and shadow — and then I saw her.
Looking up, I beheld a beautiful young woman standing over me. Her long white hair flowed like moonlight caught in a breeze, each strand dancing gently as if the air itself dared not disturb her. Her deep crimson eyes, intense and ancient, gazed down with a quiet warmth that seemed to pierce through my fear. She wore a simple brown dress that clung to her frame like the earth holds the roots of a sacred tree — grounding, warm, and oddly comforting.
She was humming. A soft, wordless melody — no language, no meaning, yet it wrapped around my soul like a lullaby sung in another life. It quieted the tremble in my chest.
Then, with a grace both gentle and strong, she leaned down and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. Her arms were warm, and for a moment, I forgot the pain, the confusion — everything.
"You're safe now," her eyes seemed to say, though her lips never moved.
And in that moment; I believed her.
beautiful young woman stood above me. Her long white hair shimmered like moonlight, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes — a deep, haunting red — held a strange warmth, as though she saw through the chaos inside me.
She wore a simple brown dress, plain yet graceful, like something out of a forgotten time. And as she hummed — soft, steady, like an ancient lullaby — the storm within me began to quiet.
She knelt down, lifting me effortlessly into her arms. Her touch was gentle. Familiar.
Then she whispered my name.
"Belial...''