The Return of Dion Blackfield

Bad and good memories.

As Dion stood in the warm shower, the water cascading over him, the memory of a particular day from his dark past resurfaced. The Remingtons, who had been his foster family, had always been unjustly cruel towards him, and this specific incident was etched deeply in his memory.

The memory took him back to a cold and gloomy afternoon. Dion, then a young and timid boy of ten, stood in the backyard of the Remington mansion. The chilling wind cut through his thin clothes as he was instructed to complete an arduous task of tending to the garden. But the task was never about the garden; it was about asserting their dominance and humiliating him.

Dion, earnest and eager to please, worked diligently, his small hands digging into the earth, planting flowers in rows. He tried his best to make the garden look beautiful, knowing that any mistake would lead to punishment.

Just then, his foster brother Marcus, a few years older and always eager to assert his authority, approached. He carried a large