JRWI tings :P

No.12

//Riptide! :D

None of this is canon to the storyline! I just liked writing about ansgty ideas of this prophecy child..! I can't imagine it was always fun ;')
Kind of based off of cliche villain origin stories lmao
hurt/comfort? kinda? Idk Eden is in this so I don't think I'm able to write something with Eden in that DOESN'T involve comfort tbh-
also i was listening to "Nobody" by Mitski so,,,that probably fuelled me for angst sndisnxj
Again this isn't canon, we haven't had much of a look into Gillion's backstory..!
*This is a draft, im posting this since im recovering from an op ive just gotten back from! please excuse any late more updated posts! i will note what chapters are drafts and which are not!*
TW// intrusive thoughts - low self esteem/ arguing with family? (if there are any more, feel free to tell me!)
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"Again. Really, Champion, this should be second nature to you by now...We have been going over this training for many many days now..." Gillion swallowed down his frustration as the Elder sighed loudly, most likely to further show their annoyance with the hero's constant failures. The young triton had been training since early hours, it now being quite late, or at least a lot later than he usually stayed up for training. Gillion ignored the aches screaming throughout his whole body, shaking his head to refocus as he took to his beginning stance. He waited until the elder gave the instruction to start, calling out certain moves that the other had to make, all of them being extremely complex, requiring a lot of concentration and effort. Gillion felt himself become slower nearing the middle of a certain attack move, instead of being able to dash through the water like he was supposed to, he instead headed straight for a wall, groaning quietly in pain as he moved back, slowly floating down to the sandy ground.
"I-..I apologise, Elder..I am just tired. I am sure I will get it this time around. I-" Before Gillion could further explain himself, he looked up to see the elder hold out a hand. Not to help him up, of course, but to silence him.
"No need. I have seen enough for today. Tomorrow we will train much more. It is clear how little you are understanding these moves and attacks. We will meet here at the same time tomorrow morning, understood Champion?" Rather than answering the question, though Gillion was willing to bet many sand dollars that it was very much a rhetorical question, he simply nodded,
"I-I understand...Though, we are not really doing anything too...formal, are we? Surely I do not have to go by the title whilst we train... Couldn't you just call me Gi-"
"Of course not! How foolish of you! This is why we train so excessively, to not only prepare you physically but mentally! And clearly that has not been effective. Champion, it is an honour to be called by the title of our people! And you wish to go by a simple name?!" The elder scoffed and shook their head, turning their back to Gillion. "Tomorrow morning, same time- well...no. We shall meet here a hour earlier, that way you can fit in a new curriculum I will work on. Understood, Champion?" Gillion felt the same frustration now turn to anger. That stupid title. It's not his name. His name is-
"Y-..Yes. Yes I understand, elder. Thank you for your training for today...I will not be late for tomorrow."

Gillion didn't bother to get up from where he sat on the seabed. He was too tired, too frustrated, too angry. All of these angry cries swarmed his head. He got up, ignoring the shooting pain that went through his entire body, grabbing his sword and gripping it tightly, looking to the wall he had been very well acquainted with earlier and swam up to it, swinging recklessly at the stone, exclaiming as he did so. Screams of anger and frustrated erupted from his throat, leaving it hoarse and sore. Gillion was left panting, feeling his eyes sting for a second before his tears immediately mixed with the water around him. He stayed there, now staring at the scarred wall, watching as small pieces of rock tumbled out of the grooves that he had made in the once smooth and flat surface.

His angered thoughts were still very much there, seeming to add another thing to be angry at. He failed at training for what seemed to be the hundredth time this week so it only made sense that he'd fail at making an outlet for his emotions. This wasn't the first time that Gillion had felt such overwhelming emotions of frustration. It had been happening so much recently that it was starting to scare him. It scared him because then he experienced the intrusive thoughts, that always said the same things...You're just wasting the elders' time. They all think you're useless. They aren't wrong. What idiot can't figure out how to do those dumb attacks? You've been doing it for so long...It's your destiny, how are you failing this bad at following a predetermined plan? It'd be better for everyone if you left. Run away. Run away run away run away. Leave. Leave home leave home leave home leave home le-