Captive
The skyline of Mount Phoenix lies before him like the scenery of a badly chosen post card for a holiday. Sehun looks at its contradicting lines as well as the lights that flicker left and right. The city is alive with people. But not mere mortals. Gods and demigods alike bustle through this city, unbeknown to the world outside. His own world slowly unfolds itself in front of him, and Sehun can only look and see what life has made of him.
He knows there will be plenty of philosophers and perhaps even psychologists to contradict his thought process and inform him that it is not what life has made of him, but more what he has made of himself because of what happened to him. He has long agreed to disagree with the rest of the world. To this date he still has the scars and bruises to show for that decision.
One last beat of his wings before he allows his lite body to descend towards the ground. Slowly but surely the streets of Mount Phoenix close in on him, until eventually his feet find soft solace against the asphalt.
He’s lost about what comes next. Quite honestly he has half the mind to leave this place again, the people nor their actions being any better than what he’s come to known outside in the rest of the world anyway. And at least in the rest of the world he can no doubt take on the ones who try to come for him.
But there is one thing that makes him stay. He doesn’t even know what it is, just a single, tiny voice inside of him that always speaks against leaving whenever he thinks of it. A tiny voice that always manages to get him to stay. Just like today. Just like now. His feet once again solidly on Mount Phoenix soil, despite his wish to get away from it.
Lifting a hand, Sehun runs it over his face and heaves a deep sigh. Oh, his short life is proving to become ever longer with each passing day.