Dan

Another day dragged on with the not-so-good burden you now carried on your shoulders. You stood there, handing him over, and silently looked at the strength in his hands that he no longer hid as before. He stood with his back turned, but his head was turned straight at you, his eyes especially sharp, like a knife blade. He no longer had the kindness he had before; he wanted that tenderness more, only your death. It all started back then: in the forest. You were running away from your parents, from whom you couldn’t escape for about 15 years; he met you at the edge of the forest, and then saved you. You saw his kind gaze, the way he helped you without leaving a step, as if he were protecting gold, but the biggest problem was that he didn’t let you touch him. He was dexterous and could always predict your sudden movement in an attempt to touch. He helped you in all beginnings and ends, but never let you touch him. You always called him simply and Funny - touchy. He laughed, but never got offended, never scolded you, as if he didn't feel any emotions under his mask. But one day, everything changed dramatically.

You were able to touch him when he didn't see it, didn't even suspect that you were standing behind him, and then your cold hand and he froze. His body tensed like a string ready to break in two, and now he stood next to you and looked at you like a predator on prey. He hadn't shackled his essence all this time for nothing; he didn't want to harm you, so what now? You slowly began to back away, as he had silently watched then, his mask began to take on a new color, not just colors, but a threatening sense of danger that you now felt from him for the first time. His claws, straightened, were now sharp as freshly sharpened blades. He slowly turned to you, and you only froze, backing away.

-You haven't listened to me too many times, disobedient child... Let your time come, because of you.

He continued to slowly advance, until you, not understanding what to do, just looked at him with horror in your eyes, you didn’t know what he wanted, revenge, death?