"You are not Atlas, so let go," He orders, as if that would make me let go of the sky. I was determined to hold it, even if it kills me. He just stands there watching me disappointingly. He tsks, "There is no coming back from this young one." I grit my teeth, I know that. You're literally supporting the world on your shoulders, which takes a lot of strength.
"I'm not letting go... I can't." At this point I actually can't, because Atlas is gone and no one else will take the sky. I look up at the sky in my hands and see the sun. Tears flood my eyes, this will be my only source of seeing the sun, the ground, the waves from now on. He growls and paces, thinking god knows what. He growls louder and lunges for me.
The next thing I know I am on the ground and away from the sky. He took the sky from me. I look at him, the chains around his ankles and wrists already as if accepting his decision. He looks at me sadly and says, "I did it for you, for you young one." I look away shocked. There's a new holder of the sky, and it's Lord Adrian, God of the Sun.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Short Stories
Короткі історіїHere are just little drabbles that I have written! I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles, I had fun writing them. It currently has 20 parts (First few have titles, the other don't). May be more that's written who knows? WARNING: There is mention...
