Fooled

Chiron, Cassina and Rhodeus stood at the very back of the crowd, their eyes fixed onto the image of a young boy standing at the center of the magic circle by his lonesome.

Riddled with scars and the burden of fate’s despise, the human boy wore an expressionless mask. Yet they could tell by the faint twitches that ran through his body, that the boy was high strung, and his mind was chaotic.

But even then, none of them flinched at the sight of him.

They wore apathetic faces and gazed indifferently at him with cruel eyes. They didn’t care that he was young....That he was a child. They could not change a thing anyway.

Such were the words they fed to their clamoring hearts, dousing every bit of compassion with an icy cold chill.

However, just as the magic circle came to completion, they sensed a change in the boy’s demeanor.

His calm indifference slowly morphed into anger, setting beautiful, yet savage and wild runic patterns that ablaze on top of his body.