username. néktar
name. vincent gender. male (♂)☁ 
T H E -
M I S T 
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they call me the mist, but it's not true. the mist has always seemed to follow
me since i was young. they thought me cursed, they thought my mother a wit
ch. they thought me her little puppet, a toy of her creation meant to lure vill
agers into the mist to steal them away for horrid things. it isn't true! my mot
her was the sweetest most kindhearted person, and i.. i can't explain the mi
st. i never understood why it was attached to me, it was my only friend grow
ing up, maybe i'm a monster but my mother was innocent they had no right!..
they had no right to take her from me, and now they think i'm angry so they
make up stories about me, telling children to fear me. but i am only in mour
ning. they stole my heart and the only thing that showed me warmth and love.
my flesh and blood. my mother..
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│ └─────────────────────────────┘ ! DON'T LISTEN !
like a mist he flows, seeming to shroud everything in a foggy curtain of uncertainty and forgetfulness
"it isn't true, i'm not that scary"
no ones knows where he comes from, most say from the mountains and falls like a blanket
"the mist only follows me, i don't know why, i'm not a ghost.."
his voice lulls the foolish like a siren, forever they may be lost
"i just wanted someone to help me, i didn't mean for them to disappear"
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he stumbled into faith and thought..
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i was born underneath a full moon, to a widowed and broken woman. my father had died only the day before an
d my mother could barely look at me when she first heard my cries and felt me in her arms. she had always told
me that i had my father's eyes. she cried so much when she finally looked at me, she thought she would never be
happy again but she told me, i brought life back into her. on the day of my birth, though, the town was shroude
d in mist. no one could see the sun, they became afraid and blamed my mother out of fear, targeting me who w
as most innocent and my mother who was most vulnerable. she was called a hag, a witch, so she retreated to th
e mountains with me in her arms. there we lived in the cabin my father had been building since he knew i was
on the way. through my young years i always wondered why we didn't live in the town with the others, my moth
er told me simply "to keep you safe, my love." and i never argued with her. but every time i went outside she wo
uld look after me with deep worry in her eyes. i always wondered why. all i ever did was play with the mist after
all, it was my only friend.
I was raised as a gentlemen, my mother taught me manners and didn't let me get roughed up and go dirty for too
long. as i grew older my curiosity of the town grew, as well as worry for my mother as she was growing ill. it wa
s the mist that always surrounded these mountains, it was always cold here and damp. i didn't know it was follow
ing me. i didn't know it was the reason for my mothers worrying eyes and heavy heart. i only wanted to get her
medicine from the doctors in town. i went while she slept, i rush swiftly down the mountain and the mist seeme
d to race with me as i did. by the time i got into town everyone had shut their doors and locked themselves away
in their homes. i went from door to door knocking and pleading with most, it was so strange but when i saw some
one coming my way with a light i was over joyed. but as he got closer i saw the look in his eyes and all i thought
was run. he started to yell after me "THE WITCH SENT THE MIST DOWN ON US!" soon i heard others, yelling after
me and the thunder of feet behind me. i should have never went down the mountain. my heart pounded as i rac
ed back up the mountain, my feet stumbling and tripping over loose rocks and roots. i heard them behind me sti
ll as i reached my house. my mother was in the doorway looking feeble and screaming my name, i realized this w
ould never end well. i ran to my mother and shut the door tightly, i looked at my mother with pain "I'm so sorry,
mother.. i didn't mean to." she shook her head gently, there was no anger in her eyes like i had first believed. sh
e gently took my face in her hands and opened her mouth to speak gentle words to me before something crashed
through our window. a flaming branch, the house instantly caught in flames, i rushed my mother out the back do
or but they were waiting. the grabbed me and tore me for my mother, we were both screaming for each other. t
hey chained me to a tree and were to leave me to die. i watch with tears searing down my dirty cheeks and burni
ng my smoked eyes as they dragged away my mother, i knew i would never see her again. and the last thing i sa
w in her eyes was pain and fear. but i knew it wasn't fear for her life, it was fear for mine.
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the pictures in his mind arose
and began to breathe
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i tried to show them, i was no monster.. i tried to show them i was the same as them! someone that could f
eel, just like they could. i was afraid to go into the village and try. but luckily my chance came in the form
of a younger child. his name was jason, about the age of fourteen, his friends had dared him to come into t
he forest to try out the legend. the mist had led him deep into the mountain as he couldn't see where he
was going the whole time he walked. he was a brave one, i knew because once he saw my broken house h
e knocked on the charred door with little hesitation.
i was awoken with a start, i had been napping when i heard a loud knock on my door. i was utterly confused
a visitor, here? of all places, had they gotten lost? was it the villagers coming back for me. but as i looked o
ut the window, the thick mist surrounding my home danced with happiness. it was not doused by the violen
t color of red or the torches like that night. i shook away my weariness at this sight and walked down the br
oken and creaking stairs. the knocking came again, with the same tempo as the first. i pulled at my hair qui
ckly before slowly opening the door and poking my muzzle out and looking to see a young boy standing at t
he stone steps. i opened the door as far as it would go with the dead bolt i had set in place. "h-hello?" i spo
ke, my voice hoarse from little to no use throughout three years of being alone here. the young boy looked
at me with wide and terrified eyes. i saw his small body and hands shaking but he swallowed his fear and sp
oke with shaken words, "h-hello s-sir.. a-are by c-chance.. the m-m-mist?" he spoke politely but with clear
suspicion of me. i blinked and felt a twinge of pain hearing him call me that. i unlocked the door more and
he flinched back looking as though he may run at any second. my expression softened and he seemed to ea
se a small bit. "is that what they are calling me these days then?" i managed a small scoff of a laugh. "they
never asked my name.. yes i am what you call 'the mist' but that is not who i really am. my name is vincent
i am the boy that got lost in the mist.."
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began colliding on a backdrop of blue...
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i invited him inside after explaining to him my story and how the towns people had taken away my mother
and stole away my childhood. he seemed to understand most of it and came inside after i gained his trust.
i was rather happy to have someone to talk to for a while. i asked him about the village and he explained a
peaceful little place, and how his life was boring and normal for the most part. i smiled and laughed at his
stories. he then asked me after a moment of silence, "why does the mist follow you?" i then looked towards
the window, watching the floating dew drops dance within each other, i smiled softly. "i believe it's my fat
her looking after me.. and probably now my mother. surrounding me and keeping me safe in this sort of clo
ak of invisibility." i explained to him. he seemed to be in deep though for a moment then smiled wildly, he
then grabbed my hand and pulled me towards outside. "you must come back to the town with me! i'll help
them understand, and you can tell them your story! they'll welcome you with open arms i'm sure of it!" he s
eemed so bright eyed and excited for them. i didn't wish to upset him so i went along with him with slight
hope of his words being true.
he pulled me down the mountain, i felt myself begin to shake, i was terrified. this wouldn't end up the way
this young boy hoped. i could feel it in my gut the mist around me seemed to turn cold as the blood in
my veins. i stopped at the edge of the forest, there were the towns people looking for the young boy. they
saw him emerge from the mist and they screamed his name, his mother rushed forward to hug him and was
crying, "i thought the mist had taken you!" i felt the pain slice at my heart. i stood at the edge holding my
arm, the mist swirled around me seeming to be blocked just to the base of the mountain. the young boy lo
oked back at me, that's when the villagers began to notice me too. their faced showed fear and anger, t
he boy smiled and waved at me. "he's just like us! his name is vincent, you have him all wrong! he's no mon
ster, listen to his story!" jason then waved me over, but the towns people cut between me and the boy. "h
e's brainwashed him! what have you done to this poor boy! he was innocent!" they came at me then. rushi
ng me back into the woods, i took one last look at jason who was being held tightly by his mother, my own
sadness seemed to reflect in his eyes as i turned to run. they watched me disappear into the mist. as soon
as they saw my tail leave their sight the mist faded away. i never would go back into that town, they just
cannot accept me. i am a monster to them, no matter what i say or do.
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blue veins
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he took a step but then felt tired
he said, "I'll rest a little while."
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the legend goes he was born of a witch on a full moo
n. he was sick and cold when he was born, so the wit
sacrificed the father to make the child immortal. he
soon turned into a misty form as the light of the mo
on shown right through him. we drove his horrid moth
er and him away from the village, believing that that
little monster would turn our children to mist as well.
we did not see them until years later, the witch ha
d grown jealous of the children in the village and sen
t her ghostly child to steal them away. the villagers r
an him back to the mountain and stole away with his
mother, she was the cause of him! it was all her faul
t that this monster was alive. they could kill her mort
al body but not his. after that night of the full moon,
the monster seemed to hide in the woods. we had an
gered him and now he seemed to plot against the to
wn under the mountain. as mist would seep into the
village every morning and every night at dusk. we be
came afraid for our children, he was going to take th
em away. but we have yet to see him to this day.
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they got it all wrong, this legend is a lie. they aren't
being honest with you or themselves. they were afr
aid. afraid of what they didn't understand, the seek
ed to blame someone for their fear and small minde
dness. they wanted to call my mother a witch beca
use of the unfortunate coincidence that my father
died the day before my birth, and that i was born w
ith a strange attraction of mist. they were afraid of
me because i was strange, i was different and they
could neither cure me nor stand to acknowledge m
y existence in this mortal plane. but i was the same
as them and they couldn't realize that. i was the in
nocence lost in the mist. now they make up lies ab
out me so their children and their children's childr
en dilute the truth that they hide. it was murder, it
was sin for them to do what they did to me and my
mother. they seek to drown out my cries for the tru
th and for justice, and deter their young for seeking
me out and asking me what had happened. it isn't t
rue, i don't wish to steal them away into the mist. i
don't wish to hurt anyone, i am only grieving and th
e mist seems to reflect my grief by spreading down
the mountain each sun rise and sun set. i never go n
ear the village for fear i'd cause my own death.
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│ └────────────────────┘( he wasn't a child )────────────────────
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❝ did you not hear me? I AM THE INNOCENCE LOST IN THE MIST!! ❞
blue, the most human color..
