#am gon see if i can give lil info bout him in the tags without flooding it

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting

Character: Panacea

Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.

But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?

The world becomes the hunter then.

Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.

It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.

He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.

It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.

He's exhausted.

Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?

He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Panacea #whumptober day 10 prompt: alt #oh lookie here another oc appearance that i havent at all spoken anything about #am gon see if i can give lil info bout him in the tags without flooding it #so panacea isnt human aight? he's like... a typa supernatural being which is an og species of mine that i cant talk bout in tags #cuz ill be flooding the tags so ill talk bout that in a diff post #but he adult. i didnt put the age cuz he... well he cant rlly keep count of his age with no memories tbf #he was around 20+ when he got turned to that and stopped being human #yall i gotta be real with ya i have barely written anything for this boy yet im pulling this out through my ass like i got nothin #but i love how pan is attached to fairytales and childrens stories and i tried to get the snippet to reflect that by using more #simple words? while sprinklin a couple not so simple words yaknow? yaknow? am i explaining this well enough?