Darren

Darren walked slowly, dragging his feet, his mind was wandering aimlessly, this was not supposed to happen.

He tried to avoid the looks of the other people as he walked through the town, he will be forced to vacate his rooms by the end of the day, if they allowed him to stay till the end of the day.

They will then drag him screaming and fighting to the southern most part of the city, as they did with any of his kind, there, he will live the life of an outcast for the rest of his days.

He couldn’t imagine how did his life go in such a spiral, first, master Dalmatius told him that he was a red, which was anything but what he wished for.

He wanted to be an orange, one with the nature, as he was a poet at heart and nothing like talking to trees and animals would have inspired a young poet to become on of the greats.

But as a red, he could only expect to be fighting in war, get injured in a war, or get killed in a war; this was the nature of the nation of the Red Aura, warlike.

Yet, it was not enough that he was a red, things had to be even worse.

Yesterday, he joined some men in a hunt, as was expected of a young man of his age, but the hunt didn’t go as planned, a bear attacked the group viciously, killing two of the five men on the spot.

Darren didn’t know what came about him, all he remembered was something primal, violent and as vicious as the bear coming from inside his body, pulling on his soul, and then he was standing over the slain bear drenched in blood and panting.

The surviving men were more disgusted of him than thankful, as they immediately tied him up and led him back to face the ruler of the city, and all through the way they called him names, like “mutt”, and “beast”, but what really caused Darren to panic, was they called him, “filthy shapeshifter.”

Every generation of reds, some would show the same signs that came over Darren, as instead of calling an animal power to their own through their Vrill, they changed into the animal itself.

Those were considered to be less than human by the reds, and were segregated from the rest of the society, to live among their kind.

Suddenly, Darren stopped his walk of shame and came to a conclusion; he can’t stay with the reds, as he will never accept to live the miserable life of other shapeshifters, he will escape the city before they tried to take him to that horrible place, “Beast pens,” as they called it.

He walked with purpose, and started to plan his escape; he never wanted to be one of them anyway.

Characters from Agartha.

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