[CN] Kiro's 2024 Birthday Prequel
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[Note: This was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]
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[Episode: First Wish]
The castle is captured by a dragon.
Its sharp claws flash fiercely, and its gigantic wings seem capable of setting off a deadly storm at any second. And ever since then, the world has fallen into darkness, filled with only endless and endless night.
The evil dragon enters the castle with terrifying footsteps. With the slightest movement of its claws, the boy's thin body is easily picked up. His heart seems to beat out of his chest, and the fear prevents him from making any sound. All he can do is close his eyes when the dragon opens its bloody mouth, as if the incoming pain would disappear along with the darkness.
The boy doesn't know when this kind of life will end. But it seems as though his life has been like this for as long as he can remember.
The evil dragon would come to catch him and the other children in the castle every few days. Some children are eaten, and some turned into another kind of monster. Some of the adults will help it; spouting lies and pretending that this castle is a warm place. But the boy knows that many of them have actually turned into dragons -- human-shaped dragons. There is no safe space within this castle, and cries and shouts come from all around. He covers his ears, hugs the little bear in his arms, and keeps running deeper into the corridor.
But the figure of the evil dragon gets closer and closer.
If the boy doesn't find a place to hide, he will get caught.
His breathing grows more and more rapid, and cold sweat continues to break out on his back. A huge shadows envelops his tiny figure, and he shuts his eyes in fright--
"I'm going to be eaten again." He discards his thoughts and waits for the outcome that he expects.
With a "thump", the window of the room is blown open by a strong gust of wind, and the boy suddenly wakes up. Turns out that it was just a dream.
He skillfully wraps himself up in his blanket and runs to the window, and like he has done countless nights before, he struggles to close the window with his little hands covered in frostbite. Although spring has arrived, this orphanage seems to have remained impervious to its warmth, the wind outside as biting and cold as ever. Nights were always difficult, and his hands would hurt from the wind.
Walking back to his bed on the cold marble floor, he huddles up within his worn blanket.
He quickly tries to warm up his body, especially his hands. When he first developed these chilblain, he had felt itchy and couldn't keep himself from scratching them, which would then turn into bigger sores that would often cause him to frown in pain. Now that he is used to it, as long as he endures it, he may get better faster, although he doesn't understand why these things appear in winter.
Compared to his peers, he still doesn't understand many things.
He doesn't understand why the children around him want to talk to him, why they raise their eyebrows or lower the corners of their mouths;
He doesn't understand how to respond to these conversations;
He doesn't understand why others don't respond to apparently beautiful patterns or pleasant sounds;
He doesn't even know how to express the world he sees.
But compared to his peers, he knows a lot. The bitter white tablets are medicine; the sharp ones that pierce the skin are needles; you will bleed if you are hurt or injured;
Going to a single room is scary; if someone goes cold and stiff, they are dead.
Once you die, you will never make a sound again.
Then someone will take them away and then disappear.
It isn't until the pain in his hand gradually eases that he pulls off the blanket and looks around.
After such a tossing, most of his sleepiness disappears. After making sure that all of the others are asleep, he carefully takes out the shabby picture book from under his pillow.
Under the moonlight, he skillfully turns to the last page.
"The warrior completely defeated the evil dragon. The darkness ended, the world returned to its former brightness, and the people lived happily ever after." He doesn't know the words on it, but he can understand the picture, and he likes the ending. Although he has seen it countless times, he still enjoys it.
The paper of the picture book is somewhat yellowed, and the rough printing makes the pictures and text unclear. But just like this, what may look like trash and waste paper in the eyes others, is a rare treasure to him, making these cold night less lonesome.
The night watchman's terrible voice sounds in the corridor. To him, the sound is akin to an imaginary evil dragon, making shiver unconsciously. He immediately puts the picture book back under his pillow and hides it, laying down and pretending to sleep. Just close your eyes, the dragon still roars. He can't help but wrap the blanket tightly around him.
Maybe spring will be better. At least, it that warm season, his frostbite will be better, and he wouldn't have to be woken up by rusty windows every night and have to close them again.
"If I can become a warrior, will I be able to defeat those evil dragons?"
"Then I will become a true warrior."
Little 1562 thinks this in his heart. He has never wished for something like this.
At that time, he didn't know that such thoughts were called wishes.
In a daze, he falls asleep again. In his dream, he becomes a real warrior. he defeats the dragon, shattering the invisible darkness, and escapes from the castle. The sun rises slowly outside the window, and the warm sunlight shines on the shabby little bed, climbing onto the boy's cheek little by little, and seemingly illuminating his dreams.
There are sweet clouds in his dream, the world is warm, and it feels soft when one lies down on it. There are no hideous bloodstains or sharp needles. Countless flower stay facing the sun, glowing with a brilliant luster. He looks at it for a long time, then nestles into the flowers, and seemingly turns into a flower facing the sun.
He smiles faintly in his sleep. The weather seems to be getting warmer today--
Spring is coming.
[END]
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