Violet and the Thorn Bird

The figure shakes.

The light and shadow in Borg's field of vision are always mottled and ambiguous. He seems to be unable to bathe in the sun, and he also hates the sun.He was shoved and alienated because the sun would make the blond hair shine and make him stand out from the crowd.

"Mongrel."

The fan covers the lady's cheeks, and the gaze behind the fan seems to be looking at something unclean.

"Neither Stoke nor the elves want him." The gentleman held his wine glass, "The poor thing in the gap, the mixed blood makes it difficult for both parties."

hybrid.

Everyone was calling him that.Borg looked for his parents, but there was neither Devi nor Xia Ge.There seemed to be no one around him all the time, all eyes were on him, and everyone could look at his blond hair and blue eyes wantonly.

The colliding wine glasses crisscrossed their ears, and Borg was pushed forward.The old king slumped on the throne with his bloated body, his cloudy eyeballs hungrily on Borg's face.

"A pity it's a boy," said the old king to Borg, leaning his head forward, the crown dangling from his head, "Come here boy."

The Borg didn't want to move, but countless hands pushed on his back, and the obsequious smiles were close to the old king, who eagerly offered Borg, echoing the old king's drunken words.

"Do not touch me."

Borg whispered indifferently.

"Don't touch it with a finger. I'll break it and crush it. I'll slit your fat body and let the blood soak the crown."

He slapped away his dirty palms in exclamation, and stood upright alone.

"Arrogant little guy." The old king laughed happily, "Look at him, he is not like Xia Ge, nor is he like Devi. What does he look like?" The king squinted his eyes and smacked his lips, "Like a wild dog in the wilderness, Born with fangs. This mixed blood makes him unique, and also makes him talented. Boy, with your devilish heart, don't be satisfied, go looting! Go bite! Go replace Xia Ge, you will be A human monster." He raised his glass and laughed, "A monster raised next to the throne!"

Borg said alone, "I'm not."

I am alone.

Soon the devil's heart roiled Vanity Fair, and a storm was brewing in St. Verse.The statue of Xia Ge stands in the square, and he will stand shoulder to shoulder with the ancient sages.But Borg didn't have this man's face in his memory, he was always silent in the shadows, looking at Xia Ge's hand stretched out from the sun.

"Knights don't plunder." Xiago squatted in front of him, but the sun was too bright, and Borg couldn't see his face clearly. He said, "You will become a great knight, Borg. Don't be buried by the noise , Integrity and kindness should always remain in the heart. Loyalty is the bottom line of a knight, and guarding is the duty of a knight. One day you will find something to protect, and you should stand for it with a sword until death takes your life. You will not In my place, because you are not me, you are the Borg. Don't repeat the path of others, you will walk your own. One day you will stand on the top, I hope you wear the family crest...let the violets bloom on the cliffs. You Be my child, and you are the continuation of Stoke. We are eternal knights, living with pride."

Such a hypocritical father.

Borg was touched by him on the head, but he yearned for the tenderness of this moment.The sun swayed from under his palms, and Borg raised his head to look at his stalwart shoulders.

Then he gradually fell down, like a collapsed city wall, and never stood up again.

The old king displayed Xia Ge's body in the palace, and the devil's heart was beating on the side of the box, and his trembling hands greedily stroked the box.

Borg stood at the foot of the steps, his eyes blocked by the knight's armor.Richard ordered him, "Back off, Borg, back off, get out of here."

"I want to see him," Borg said.

"When it's time for him to leave, Your Majesty will ask you to see him off." Richard stepped down the steps, "Leave here now, no one can come near you."

"I want to see him." Borg's voice was hoarse, and his sense of youth was gone.He bowed his head wearily, raising one hand to cover one eye.

"Your mother," said Richard, "kill him. You can't get near him anymore, you know..."

"Ah," Borg repeated nonchalantly, "my mother killed him."

"... yes." Richard sighed, and he leaned forward, "but it's none of your business, boy, it's none of your business. His Majesty needs to send him one last mile...he carries the weight of human longing, and life doesn't His own."

"You're going to dig out his heart." Borg looked up, his blue eyes turned red, he approached Richard, his eyes were occupied by hostility and ferocity, and he even made Richard take a step back, "It's like He dug out the devil's heart. Who took his life, my mother? No, not her, it was you, it was you, it was human beings, it was everyone here. At the lion's feet, you're not even dogs, because you can't bark. Go away, I want to see him, his body is his own."

"Your presumptuousness will make you suffer." The knights behind Richard drew their swords together, "Stop, Borg!"

"Deceit is the only thing you live on." Borg put his thumb out of the flames, and he stepped up the steps, "Everyone is afraid of the truth. You all took the life of Xia Ge and put the blame on a woman .This palace is like a nest of maggots, every squirm is disgusting. Go away."

"Your talent has amazed many people." Richard closed his eyes, "Don't ruin your life at this moment, Borg, I only give you one last chance, stop."

Borg stood on the steps with nothing behind him.The wind shakes his blond hair, and the distance is only a little, and he can see his father when he crosses the threshold, but what is blocking him is a huge monster.The flames rose strongly in the silence, and the waves of fire filled the surroundings from the soles of the feet. The suppressed anger roared silently, and the flames seemed to burn the entire palace.

A strong sense of vomiting stuck in his throat, and inexhaustible filth spread all over his surroundings.Borg was pinned to the ground, and his flames were no more than a cigarette-lighting joke to Richard.Richard held him down, and the knight dragged him back.

"Drag him out of here!" Richard kicked the flames away.

Borg grabbed the ground, his eyes looking into the door.Xia Ge's body was stiff, Borg supported himself, and shouted, "Dad!"

His cheek was rubbed against the ground, and Borg was breathing heavily.He suddenly burst into tears, the strange liquid wiped the ground, and the smell of dust choked his mouth and nose.

"I curse you." Borg struggled on the ground, his eyes fixed on the dark door, and hoarsely said, "Everyone! Eternal life will be an empty dream! The heart will return to the abyss!" The knight blocked his On the back of his neck, Borg coughed and laughed, "I curse the humans, the gods, and the hypocrites! The devil—! He will tear apart the nightmare! I pray for him, I pray for him every second, wake up Come here, come alive, come here! I renounce the gods, I will never bow to the temple again. I spit on the palace, and I will never guard it faithfully again."

"Borg!" Richard snapped his voice.

"Ants are greedy for life." The pope glared at Borg from the highest level, "Go to the last breath, take your dirty blood, and live among your disgusting crowd. Your words of heartbreaking have abandoned chivalry, a human being, He is actually praying to the Demon King." His robes were luxurious, and the sacred stone scepter shook the ground, and he said slowly, "However, the object of your pursuit is dead, and your father killed him. Don't say ridiculous curses, no one can protect you , you have been abandoned. Borg, the devil will become your dream talk, go shake hands with him in your dreams, and the god of death will accompany you, and the temple will no longer recognize your mark. You, pathetic bastard. "

Borg leaned against the ground, "I give up being a knight, I give up my sword and my heart, I am willing to give up everything—" He smiled shortly, his eyes shifted to the Pope's face, "With your hypocritical Skins and boundless ambition await, Phage, and the wild dogs will tear your falsehoods and gnaw your crown. I swear, I will kill you."

The knight dragged Borg back, the Pope's haughty sacred stone crown was straightened, his eyes swept over Borg, and turned into the darkness.

"The dog is barking." The Pope's voice was far away, "It's as noisy as ever."

Borg gasped.

A feeling of exhaustion swept over her, and her back burned.

The figure swayed again.

Borg's Vision Returns...

There was a sudden sharp pain in my head, the scene in front of me shook, and I could vaguely see a familiar figure from behind.

"Where is it?" Gal twirled his fingers, "Hide my friend, if I find you, I will peel off your skin as a punishment for being indifferent to my warning."

Belle's nose twitched slightly.

Loosen under the snow.

The warlock's concealment has not yet been lifted, and the strong wind has already swept away the surrounding trees.Gal's hand grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him out of the snow.The wings snapped back, and Garl landed, swinging his arms, swinging the warlock.

"What did you do to my partner? Stop whatever you did, okay?" Gal's tone was kind, "Ah, no answer? Fine. How about starting at your toes, daggers avoiding flesh and blood ,Peel off the skin like an orange. Can the pain make you remember? Maybe my warning last time was too gentle. It is the courage that makes you touch my partner again and again. I hate it very much when others touch him, whether it is Physical or mental."

The warlock swayed in mid-air like a chicken.

The shattered memory before Borg's eyes was so sharp that it took him a full three seconds to sort out what happened.

Belle sat on Berg's stomach, poked his head into Berg's eyes, and patted Berg's cheek with his ear.

Borg closed his eyes, then opened them again.

"Get down," Borg said. "You're about three times your mother's weight."

Belle rolled down obediently, it was more afraid of Borg.

Before Borg could catch his breath, Gal had pounced on him, clamping Borg's face, "It's dawn honey! How are you? Looks a little silly, gasp Borg, like this, gasp. Do Nightmare right? It's all right! It's all magic spells, these wretches are hiding under the snow, my eyes can't find them, but Belle can smell them. It's all right baby, I found him , was about to torture, but he was very sensible. Borg, Borg? Are you still dreaming? Belle! Try snorting him, he looks like he's still dreaming."

I pray for him.

I will pray every minute and every second for him to wake up, come alive, and come here.

Borg looked at Gal's face, silent.

...he really came.

"Do you need a kiss?" Gal lowered his head, frowning. "Borg?"

The tail was smacking against his chest.

This is his demon king.

Absolutely exclusive.

"Don't hesitate." Borg raised his hand and pressed the back of Gall's head.