The blinking star ocean in multitudes was decorated by all colours of clouds as they were chasing the endless void in a hurry, flying away from the sun, the king of their little part of space. The little boy was holding a colorful ball in his little hand while looking out the windows, feeling tired and sleepy in the world he could barely name. His head resting on the strong arm of his father, the soft touches of his beautiful mother on his forehead was checking his warmth and sweat. The people around them, seated in the chairs well lined were excitedly looking forward to reach their destinations for a promise of a better new life. His mother and father were smiling at him as he looked at them in their face for the last time, oh they did look so happy. His eyes were closing slowly, it was a useless struggle no matter how much he tried to keep them open. He lost the sight of the stars, feeling safe by the strength of his father and the warm care of his mother.

Those eyes opened wide when a crash was heard, hit their vessel of hopeful dreams with a shake and rattle, throwing him from his seat and barely held by his father before hitting his sleepy head to the back of the chair in front of him. Immediately there were screams and cries, the atmosphere of the world around him changed drastically when compared to before. People were shaking in fear when cruel looking men passed by the door, shooting and killing randomly, causing terror and sucking out the spirit of the crowd they hold in their grasp. One of the bullets hit to the seat next of the little boy, turning his head he saw his mother was bleeding most red, but it wasn't something he could understand yet. His father's strong arms rushed from his side to the man holding the gun and the giant body of his father was struck down to the ground, never to get up once again. He couldn't even cry, he couldn't even have enough time to feel... He watched the scene silently as his lungs were getting filled by the gas filling the room, a slap on his cheek throwing him on the ground next to his father. He could see the empty eyes of his father and of the men behind their masks... they were enjoying it.

The dove with a broken wing, the majestic vessel carrying the last bit of hope for the people it was carrying, went dark. The people in the vessel were dragged off to a black cage, and the vessel itself was destroyed with an explosion and heat. Their hopes, their futures, their lives were taken from them with a light most glorious and bright. Would they know if it was only the start? Would they know that the horns of hell were just blown? When the angels of despair were raining their tears on them, it was the day they had learnt that there is no power that can help them. No one answered their prayers, there was nothing to take them away from the clutches of the amazing beast.

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Metal bars were hot to the touch, glowing under the merciless sun. Black gates stood greedily, as if ready to swallow the desperate crowd encaged within.

Behind those rusty metal bars, there were all kinds of people... men and women, strong and weak, people who were poor, and them who used to be rich, mothers, fathers and children... They all had one thing in common today... they were scared. A child lied on the metal floor within that crowd. Black dust covered his wounds and naked body, his long blond hair was entangled with dry blood. No one paid mind.

Within the crowd, alone he was the one who felt no fear. He felt empty, as if he was born a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, the child moved his legs about with a weak motion. Slowly raised his back, his nose no longer touching the ground. Halted there a minute... watching the people around him, confused. Tried to get up on his legs, but they felt numb, he fell.

The sound of the horn was heard, black gates slowly but surely opening wide looked like wings of a bat. A dusty path had been opened for the cage to move, and with no time wasted the cage took way, escorted by the guardians of hell. The crowd was alarmed, desperation and fear on their faces could be read like a book for children.

The cage would move silent if it wasnt for the guards positioned on each corner outside the bars, totally ignorant to the fears surrounding the slaves they spoke with and laughed at each other merrily.