Garrett walked into his forest, and took a deep breath. Let's get started, shall we? Garrett took his time getting to his meditation spot and sat down slowly once he'd found it. The sound of the rushing water had always helped him find the sense of calm he'd needed to meditate and he knew he would need it now for the monumental task before him.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Garrett, come here," he'd said. Garrett walked over to the older boy, the one he admired from afar. The boy who possessed such strength. "Garrett, we're going to play a game."
No point stopping now.
"What kind of game?" Garrett asked, his child's voice sounding ridiculous compared to the thirteen-year-old's timbre. The boy had just smiled at him.
He should have known then. But he'd only been a child, how could he have known what the boy had planned?
"What are you boys doing?" a knight called angrily as he looked down the alleyway. The boys, now two of them, immediately let go of a sobbing Garrett. There'd only ever been one. They made him feel dirty. The knight charged down the alley and grabbed the two boys by their collars. "I'm taking you to the guards. You boys will never do anything like this again." He left with them in tow and Garrett picked up his pants and pulled the buckle tight.
Tears were streaming down his face now as he remembered the day he'd been saved.
"Little one, come with me," the knight had said when he came back. "I've found you a good home. You will never be treated like this again." Garrett followed him, sniffing, and was led to the stables. The knight exchanged some words with the man there and turned to Garrett. "You're going to live here now, little one."
"What's your name, sir?" he asked. The knight smiled down at him.
"Sir Lionel. What is yours, young one?"
"I'm Garrett, sir!" He had been so eager to learn from his savior and was very happy when Sir Lionel came back every day to check on him.
Garrett couldn't stop the tears now. This was reaching into the very heart of the demon, and ripping it out. He couldn't help but sob uncontrollably and was glad there was no one around to hear or see him.
"Garrett?" he heard Sir Lionel's voice say. But why couldn't he see anything? "Garrett, son, you're blind." A tear fell down his cheek. "Don't worry, little one, I'll help you."
Things had gotten better; oh, they'd always gotten better. But then Sir Lionel had died, and he left the kingdom. He couldn't bear to be where Sir Lionel's memory was alive. Garrett reached deep into his mind, where he found a younger version of himself cowering in the alleyways of his thoughts.
I'm here, little one, he said to himself. I'm here and you never have to be afraid again. They can't hurt us anymore. We're safe.