Milomi's world

Long ago, there was a secret. And it was well protected by everyone in the town. Nobody dared to breath a word about the secret to anyone. It was like a taboo, not at all brought up by anyone, yet known quite well.

Sara and John were both part of this town, but they made a mistake. They told someone their secret. They broke the oath of trust and loyalty. They had betrayed their own kind. Who knew what punishment life was going yo bring upon them.

Sara said to John,” We can’t do this anymore, John. We already told them.”

“It is not a choice, it is a decision. We don’t tell anyone.”

“They ate the last ones who spilled the secret. We have to leave, we can’t stay here,” Sara argued, her voice raising in defiance.

John knew she was right, they would have to leave. Especially after they told Sam and Alan that they were monsters.

They weren’t normal, he reminded himself. They were the descendants of the Great Evil, who had plans to destroy the world. Instead, when the Great Good found out about this, they banished him, but forgot that he had a child.

And that was what they were – the Forgotten. And they had remained like that for centuries. Nobody had found out about their twelve fingers, or their claw-like nails, or that everyone had dyed their freakishly white hair.

After keeping everything inside, they had told someone about it. Sara was right. They wouldn’t live another day once someone found out that they had betrayed the town.

It was nearing dusk, when he finally approached Sara. She didn’t ask him to speak, because the bag he was holding was enough. They packed in silence, their hands swift and deft.

It was midnight, and they stepped out of their house. Though there was curfew, it wasn’t curfew if they’d never come back. They took one last glance at their home, and they realised it wasn’t home anymore.

This was the place where they had been accepted, and now they were leaving, hopefully to someplace better. But they didn’t know that for sure.

If there was one thing that everyone had in common, it was the instinct to stay alive. To survive. And Sara and John’s bodies were pulsing with this very instinct to survive. Even if it meant them dying later. Rather die later than sooner.

It was the darkest of nights, as Sara and John made their way across the barriers of stone that were built over years. They kept on moving, even when they felt that they were going to break any second.

They never gave up and kept on going and going – farther and farther away from their childhood, their lives. They had to find another town, where nobody knew who they were.

Where nobody cared about them, or what they did. They just hoped that such a place would exist.

They hoped that they would finally find a place where they could live in peace. Where they knew that no one out there was coming for them. That no one lived in fear of them. That no one dreaded their names.

They travelled for a week, till they found another town. And they looked at each other. No one knew who they were. No one would care. This was another start. This was another chance. They should take it.

Sara and John settled there and stayed there for a few years. They lived freely. What they didn’t know was that everyone was a monster. And that they were normal.

They were human. And everything was different. But they would never know.

Written by
Milomi.

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