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There was another Goddess, the last goddess that he didn't meet yet. She was so friendly and amiable, just like a sweet sweet friend. He felt awkward when she welcomed him, offering him cookies. It was a nice stop in his never-ending journey. He took a cookie from the tray.

"Thanks dear."

Then she said she loved him. He was too empty to know if the Goddess knew him before, just the warm words comforted him a little bit. He gave a nod. He must love a sweet person like her if he was " the person".

How about experiencing what love feels like?

Love? That word was foreign to him. He didn't understand that emotion, he didn't feel like loving anyone.

The sweet goddess was waving at him, standing aside a table.

The smoke were foggy and expanding, until his vision became vague gradually and finally all blocked. All White. His mind went blank and lost his conscious.

It was a dream.

Amphisbaena, a dragon-serpent species lived on their own in the oasis. They are characterized by two heads and a pair of feathery wings. He? He was born as a wingless, it was an unusual case but not rarely seen. He and she were both wingless, but she was prefect. He was just a normal boil as everyone does, he used to listen to his parents, attending every lesson and tried his best at school and all-round. He tried. Very hard to make his parents paid attention on him. However, despite of his effort, comparison still existed. She was doing much better, she excelled in all aspects and got the full attention of his parents. He never win in the race, even though he used up all his energy, exhausted but still kept on, he never win once. Discrimination was like a infectious disease, it turned trivial matter into big. Gossips from adults were heard by the scarelings, who in turned intimated and followed their attitude towards the wingless. He was being bullied. She was an exception, she was too shiny to hurt, she was like one of them, no one cares about she didn't have wings at all. Or - better say, she had wings made of her excellent performance. No one knew how many bruises were under his clothes, no one knew he was bearing so many pressures underneath. No one paid attention to him, but her trophies and glories. One day, he got infected from his wounds and got a severe fever. Yet, when he came home, there was no warm welcome but darkness and a memo wrote in lovely purple:

Ajax, we are leaving to attend your ______'s first ever stage performance! Isn't that wonderful? Since its quite far away, we are not coming back tonight.
Here's some money for you for dinner. Be good~

-Mommy & Daddy.

He didn't need money when he felt dizzy and sick, all he needed was a pair of warm and caring hand on his forehead, a bowl of soft and warm congee. But he got nothing, he can just curled up in his bed, hugged the Head while enduring the pain, from body and heart. He questioned himself when he was haunting by nightmares, in it, others taunted him with malicious words, targeting his weaknesses.

They were from the same place, yet they are like star and stone. The distance never shorten........He hated her, why she had to exist at the same time as he did. Why he couldn't be born alone? He wished she could vanish forever.

Then, a voice whispered, dragged him into dark abyss. He was swallowed, by all the negative feelings created by himself. He chose to lt himself cradle in the arms of the darkness. From that time, he changed. He no longer attend every lesson, he started to make troubles to others with his best companion - the Head,in order to let his parents look at him, even just a glance. It didn't work, the bad things he done was minimal compared to what she did. He failed again. Then, when one day, someone incited him on street again, he burst out like an explosion. He punched, he kicked all the obstacles until there was no voices and resistances, still silence. Blood tainted onto his clothes and split onto his face, but he felt so much better. Yes. She won't be able to do this. There was still one way to prove himself useful.

His accumulated jealousy and envy were used in fighting whenever he got provoked. He treated each of them like her and let hatred and malice embraced him as he fisted. The though of "it was her blood" was so wonderful, he licked some on his hand while making a wry smile. It didn't matter, they she deserved it. She should be regretted from stealing all his attention. She should be punished for his all-long sufferings.




She deserved it.