It, is, so, cold. It, is, so, late. It, is, so, empty. It, is, so, dark. It, is, so, wet. It, is, so, lonely.

Cast out from my clan. Cast out from my home. Cast out from what I knew to be right. Cast out from what I knew to be wrong.

What did I do to earn this fate of being cast out into this dark, careless world? What did I do for everyone I know to hate me and treat me like I was never close? What did I do the night I finally returned for me to be rejected by everything I knew?

I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand anyone. I don’t understand where I now belong. I don’t understand what I did wrong.

The night that I was taken away from my family that cared for me deeply. The night the bonds between my home were almost severed before they snapped when I came back. The night that I was changed to something no one accepted. The night I no longer recognised myself in the mirror as what looked back was nothing. The night I went from someone to a nothing because of someone else.

How long was it do I have to suffer in silence alone in this bleak existence. How long do I have to remain alone and afraid. How long till I can go home to where I was happy. How long till they see it wasn’t me who took and broke the seal between here and there. How long till no more words in fear, panic, disgust, anger, and hatred are thrown my way.

If I was to know who I took the unwitting fall for I could return a hero instead of a demon. If I could return the seal to its natural order would the others who threw me out accept me back. If I knew what was to happen that night, would I have stopped the seal from being broken and save my old home from the fear of what was to come. If I could take revenge on the one who in their greed cursed me to this fate would it feel full or hollow

Upon an empty night sky, I wish I could convince my family that I never took the seal and released the world behind it. Upon an empty night sky, I wish that despite everything, I could return home without being accosted, beaten, insulted, and threatened. Upon an empty night sky, I wish I could return the seal to save those that are left in my home and be accepted as a hero. Upon an empty night sky, I wish that I could have stopped the true perpetrator that I took the fall for that night.

Upon an empty, night, sky, I wish, I could have somewhere to once again call home. Not to walk aimlessly until the end. Not to dream empty dreams alone. Not to feel displaced on an alien plain. Not to feel as if I had nothing left. Not to feel as if one question remains.

Where. To. Go. Now?