The Great One

Two Years

---Cerbero

“Papa, will that child survive his fate?” A sweet and calm voice of a lady that can make flowers bloom in spring said. She closes her eyes and embraces his father who softly caresses his back while being inside his arms. They are dancing in a song that isn’t glad nor sad to have the long face they had in their faces. The music from the player that is only the furniture inside the room while the darkness that had been their comforts since the chaos befallen the lands and bodies of people had become fertilizers or the land itself. There is nothing they could do.

The war had already started between the two.

“My daughter, we are nothing but a piece being moved by our master. That child has his own destiny to fulfill and if he chooses to do the other, we have to respect his choice and never questioned it. Since His Majesty told us, the Skyscraper depends on him.” They twirl to the musi