Kai slumped down into the chair; he looked around a bit before rolling his eyes, "I knew this academy would reek of bigotry."
"Sit up straight," the prince glared.
Kai laughed, bringing his face close to his, "Or what? You'll finally kill me...
Between two large buildings, a shadow had been born, sheltering a large group with its embrace. Although the alleyway hung heavy with a pungent smell, laughter purveyed.
It was a multitude of boys, all huddled together, and in the center was a single, small boy.
He was adorned with a torn black suit and crouched over. With his scraped knees and palms on the floor, a scarlet red pool burgeoned beneath him; meanwhile his face blossomed with black bruises.
Then a large boy, garbed with a laurel, kicked the small boy.
As the small boy fell, the laurel-headed boy smiled before he opened and closed his mouth various times.
Yet no words came out.
Suddenly the maniacal laughter rang louder.
But it wouldn't be long before a lullaby is sung, flowing gently on the waves of flowing blades of grass, bringing respite, then peace.
Two boys will laugh underneath a warm summer sky; worlds would collide and souls would burn.
"How boring," a boy, unaware, yawned as he opened his eyes.
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