Son of Chaos Chapter 4: A last ray of hope

Two years. That was all the time Draco had needed to become an animal.
The forest was now his home: the only secure place for him. But even there it seemed that its inhabitants knew his past. Even within the monsters, he was rejected. In a sense, it served as his prison- like his house, but different. All the forest was his. Draco knew every last spot, every rock, every tree, where best places to hunt were, and where the best fruits grew.
Now there was nopony to talk to. In two years, he hadn´t spoken to anyone. In the rare occasion that words came from his mouth, he simply threw them to the air- just for the pleasure of hearing something other than an angry roar. Draco could only roar at his savage neighbors. After all, he had to look strong in order to show them who was the ruler. But even he, who was a considerably sanguinary beast, didn´t dare approach the limits of the forest which connected with the resplendent city of Canterlot.
From time to time, when Draco lay in the branches of the trees, he could see pegasi going there. The sequoia which he had adopted as his new home let him observe the city: so great, so big, so… unattainable. Although he enjoyed the forest, he missed having company to the point that he thought he was going insane. He always tried to keep himself busy somehow- anything as to not be left alone with his demons. If left in the lonesome silence for too long, he would relive that horrible night. He could smell the smoke, feel the heat of the fire, hear the yells of the crowd… But when he fell asleep, it became even worse. In his nightmares, he could witness the moment again. It seemed so real that he would wake up screaming and crying.
Keeping a promise couldn´t have been more difficult. Draco had contemplated ending his own life countless times along the agony-ridden road. Just as his mother feared, she was his only reason to keep fighting to see another day. Without happiness, life seemed utterly pointless; it had become an insufferable tedium which was killing him little by little.

A deer was drinking quietly at the edge of the lake. Suddenly, the sound of a branch breaking caused the creature to stop and search for the trespasser. The deer stood there in silence, with the sound of the wind in the leaves as its only company. Nothing around. The deer lowered his head back to the serene waters and continued satisfying his thirst. Meanwhile, just a few meters away, a predator was observing it. The hunter moved quickly but quietly across the branches. He repeatedly licked his lips while continuing to stalk his prey. Draco was about to pounce, but he stopped. No, he wasn´t close enough. Just a little further and then… The deer raised his head, looked around, and quickly ran away. The hunter blamed himself, but he quickly calmed down. That deer was his dinner and it was the only deer he had seen all week. He was sick of feeding on rabbits and small animals, and if there was a chance of eating a whole deer, he wouldn´t let the opportunity slip that easily. The hunter leaped from the tree and fell to where the deer had been drinking just moments ago. Flying at a low altitude, narrowly missing the trees and various other obstacles as he had done many other times, the hunter finally caught up to his fleeing prey. Now it was apparent that the deer was running from him, but it couldn´t compete with Draco’s flying speed. The hunter tackled the deer and the pair of them fell to the ground. He looked into the deer´s eyes and muttered an apology; he always showed respect to his prey. After all, it was the least he could offer them as gratitude for allowing him to survive.
Then, Draco sank his single fang into the deer's jugular. Blood filled his mouth and slipped down his lips and neck. Up to that point, the deer had been trying to kick his murderer in a futile attempt to escape. But now, as the blood began to pour from its wound, the deer’s life came to an end as well as its attempts of running away.
It had been difficult for Draco to adapt to this savage lifestyle, but with the passing of time and numerous prey, he had become cynical to killing.
He cleaned the blood from the deer with his snake tongue and cut through its thin skin with his claws. Draco dearly missed candy, but such sweets were a thing of the past. However, for dessert and occasionally as a snack, he always carried a handful of berries with him. Being formed of such a variety of animals had its advantages. He’d realized that he could eat all sorts of things. At home, Draco had never eaten meat, due to the fact that ponies are herbivores. Now he could understand why his stomach had felt so empty all his life. The addition of meat to his diet had made for a great change- one of the few positives he had left, now that he was even more isolated than before.
The meat was still warm and it was delicious. Finished eating and thoroughly soggy with blood, he left the remaining skeleton behind. Draco was parched after his “feast”.
Using the resulting damage from the slaughter as a reference, he returned to the lake where the deer had been drinking. Draco bowed and drank from the fresh and clean water. He quickly realized that the blood in his fur was falling to the lake in droplets, just like a macabre rain. Draco felt disgusted and got up. Looking into the water, the image of a blood-stained monster returned his gaze. It frightened him at first, but after looking closely, he realized with resentment that the monster was merely his reflection. Draco hit it angrily. Then he looked at his blood-covered hands, and angrily balled them into fists as a rage-inspired tremor traveled through his entire body. Draco gritted his teeth to the point that they began to hurt. Then he shook his head, trying to forget those awful thoughts and recover his jolly character. This was not nearly as common as before; Draco could scarcely find the willpower just to smile anymore. But he had to do something if he wanted to avoid a nervous breakdown. Draco breathed deeply and slowly, trying to calm himself and leave those thoughts behind him. The sounds of the forest were very helpful in serving that purpose. The wind blowing through the leaves, the calming sound of the water, the day’s final rays of sunlight… Within a few minutes, he was totally back to his own character, but he needed something more to truly feel like himself again. Looking at the lake, an idea came to his mind. With a mischievous grin in his face, Draco ran and jumped to the lake. The water became a dark red around him, but he didn´t care.
Draco submerged into the dark depths of the lake, and dived carelessly about the world that surrounded him. He didn´t like pretending that everything was fine- that there wasn´t anything to worry about, but there were two options: that, or just throw his mind away. He finally emerged from the waters and inhaled quickly. That was a new record. Four minutes.
Entertainment like that was what kept him sane.
Draco exited the waters of the lake and shook himself just as a dog would to dry up. The sunset was beautiful; there was no doubt in his mind that this was his favorite part of the day. But with this beauty came the worst part, as well…

The fire covered everything. Draco stood in front of a burning house. He looked around, trying to discover what was going on. A furious crowd of ponies was at his side, but it didn´t seem that they were aware of his presence. All their faces were covered by strange masks, hoods- anything to hide their visages. The masks had monstrous forms, as if they had spawned from the depths of hell itself. Draco looked in terror all of them. But he soon realized where he was. The sounds of anguished screams of a mare came from inside the house. A chill spread over all his body. Not again! He couldn’t handle seeing that again. But perhaps he was in time to change the course of events about to unfold- to save her.
Draco tried running to the front door, but his legs didn´t respond, as if he were bound by invisible chains. The ponies in the crowd began laughing: an evil sound which only made Draco pull even harder. The demonic sound of laughter was growing along with his efforts to break free. Grey Weather´s screams also grew louder and louder and Draco was just about to give up when he suddenly felt as if the chain stretched itself. He advanced two steps forward, now feeling the entire weight of the world on his back. The nearer he came to the house, the louder the screams became. Draco continued forward, utilizing every last ounce of strength his body had to offer. His ankles were bleeding, as if there were real chains about them, preventing him from advancing any further. Draco was almost there- he could almost touch the door with the tips of his fingers. But then, an explosion threw him backward. Draco, lying on the cold, harsh ground, watched helplessly as the house collapsed before his very eyes. He tried to scream, but an unseen force silenced him. He leaned his head on the ground and felt as tears slid down his cheeks. Then, a female voice stole his attention. Draco looked up and saw, as a beautiful mirage, a grey pegasus standing over him.
“Mum?”  Draco said in bewilderment.
“You´ve disappointed me, Draco,” Grey Weather answered in a severe and cold tone.
“No mum, I was trying to save you!” Draco replied as a frightened child would do.
“And you failed. It was no surprise to me; I knew you could not save life. You are forever destined to destroy it.”
“No, mum! I swear that…” Draco tried to say.
“Enough! You are a disgrace. I should have realized before. I should have killed you when you were a baby. You are nothing but a monster!”
“Mum,”  Draco struggled to speak through the tears that were now streaming from his face. “Please, I didn´t mean any wrong. Please, forgive me, please…”
“I hope it´s not too late to mend my mistake.” After saying that, Grey Weather flew away and disappeared in the flames.
Draco laid on the ground in the fetal position. The crowd of monsters surrounded him with torches and weapons of all sorts.
“Don´t be afraid.” One of the creatures said of the crowd with a malicious grin stretching eerily across its face. “Now you´re just here with the monsters.”

“NO!” Draco screamed.
He tried to see where he was, but the darkness covered everything. He looked around him in confusion and realized that he was at home in the sequoia. Draco was hyperventilating and his heart was pounding like a drum. Drops of sweat fell from his body as his mind mercilessly re-immersed him in memories of his horrid nightmare. Draco remembered everything; he had lived it many nights before. He realized he was trembling like a maniac and tried to stop. However, that only made it even more difficult to breathe. Draco suddenly lost his strength throughout his entire body. Plunging into a panic, he tried to pick himself up from the branch where he lay but his paralyzed body hindered his balance, causing him to fall. Fortunately, the large bough of the sequoia was wide enough to prevent him from reaching the ground. He tried to keep clam and began breathing more slowly.
“I´m going to die here. I´m going to die here and nopony will care,” Draco muttered in agony.
However, within a few minutes which seemed much longer to Draco, he could finally breathe regularly again. The trembling had gone and then he could now stand up. That had been the second anxiety attack of the month. Draco sat on the improvised leaf bed that he had fabricated.
That had been the most awful nightmare he’d ever had. Draco didn’t even know what had been the worst part. Remembering his mother´s words, he burst into tears.
“You idiotic fool” Draco said to himself. He would talk to himself every now and again. Draco was scared of the idea of forgetting his own voice. He used to say just his name, but from time to time, he also said longer sentences- just for the pleasure of talking to somepony. He wasn´t crazy, or at least that was what he told himself. Although he had gone for quite some time without talking, his love for poetry had not faded in the slightest. Since he no longer had any way to pen his works, Draco would simply commit them to memory. Most of them had something to do with whatever events that had befallen him that day, but they occasionally touched on deeper topics.
“You weak, idiotic fool”, Draco repeated angrily as he cleaned up his tears.
The position of the moon revealed that the day would be arriving very soon. Perfect. He would be unable to fall asleep again, anyway.
Draco rose from his bed and watched, waiting until the day was born. He made an effort to smile and a forced grin appeared on his face. As time went on, he had less and less desire to smile. Regardless, the dawn was beautiful- a beauty he had never seen until he had arrived in the forest. In the heavens above, the resplendent city of Canterlot and its golden roofs reflected the sunlight. Although Draco didn´t know it, the pony responsible for that wonderful moment was over there, in the top of the tallest tower. As usual, Draco jumped from the sequoia and slid nimbly through the huge branches as he fell to the ground. The morning dew in the grass was nearly as beautiful as the dawn. Draco pushed away a few bushes that covered the trunk of his sequoia and behind them sat his now-exposed treasure: various remains of food- all of them fruit. It was a shame that meat couldn´t be conserved in the same manner: the one time that Draco had tried to eat leftover meat from his previous prey, he spent two days sick.
Draco bit into an apple and struggled to contain his desires of puking. Disgusting fruit. And that had been one of the fresher pieces amongst the heap of food. Well, food has food. Trying not to look at what he was eating, Draco proceeded to begrudgingly satisfy his appetite.
That was one problem solved; he wouldn´t be hungry again for a few hours. The main problem now was finding something actually sustaining to eat.
Draco climbed a tree and began advancing through the woods, watching his every step in order to keep from getting lost, or even worse, to lose track of his prey. After hours of searching to no avail, Draco was about to give up. He hadn’t seen a single animal in the area, which was quite unusual. No rabbits or even birds. Draco sighed in frustration. At least he had kept himself busy for a few hours. Deciding that his hunt was futile, he swiftly descended from the treetops and checked his surroundings to ensure that nopony was watching. Stealthily but quickly, Draco combed through the forest until he finally found what he needed: a bush with those odd, fat, purple fruits. He didn´t know what they were; all he knew about them was that they were delicious and every herbivorous animal loved them as well. Draco plucked one of them from the plant and upon sinking his teeth into it, he felt the sweet juice slipping by his lips. After so many hours of tirelessly searching, he desperately needed something to eat.
If those fruits were there, some animals were bound to be nearby. If they weren’t, at least Draco would have the entire plant to himself. Draco climbed up to the treetops once more and fidgeted about until he found a comfortable position. From there, he could view his trap without being seen himself.  
After waiting for another hour, Draco finally gave up. He would have to go that day without any meat. The trouble was that meat provided more nourishment than any other food had to offer. As Draco ate some more fruits, a quick thought came to his mind. What about the river? From his refuge he had seen one. Perhaps he could fish something big enough to carry on for the rest of the day.
Draco looked to the Sun, both to determine the time of day and triangulate the river’s location. The Sun had passed its peak the sky and began its descent. Taking this information into account, he knew he could now find the river.
Within an hour or so, he had finally reached his destination. The closer he came, the louder the sound of the rushing waters grew.
Draco inspected the surrounding area to once again ensure that he was alone. No animals could be seen in his midst.
He approached the crystalline waters and sated his thirst. Then, observing the currents and flow patterns of the river, Draco determined where the fish would most likely be. The river ran down to a village in the outskirts of Canterlot. Was it really worth taking such a risk, venturing toward a populated area? After reflecting for a few seconds, Draco concluded that ponies wouldn´t dare explore a place as dangerous as the forest. His mother had warned him many times about the perils that lay within. After living there for two years, Draco could attest to that. In fact, it was far more than just dangerous. Draco felt a chill as his thoughts brought back memories of Grey Weather again. Although he loved her dearly and knew that she would disappear forever if he forgot her, Draco needed her to be gone. Her presence still lingered in his thoughts and would not leave him alone. Those wounds didn´t seem to heal; that pain was much too real for him to simply overcome and forget… There´s too much that time cannot erase.
Draco tried to focus on his hunting. Eventually, he decided to follow the river´s current.
In that moment, the Sun´s light was replaced by the beautiful silver light of the moon.  To be perfectly honest, Draco enjoyed the night much more than day, other than the fact that he had to sleep through a good majority of it. He used to muse that if he were in charge of the Sun and of the Moon, he would alternate them randomly. Such thoughts kept his mind busy, and for that beautiful moment he was able to leave his pain and fears behind.
Having been distracted by his own thoughts, he had arrived to the point in which most of the fishes were without realizing. Draco smiled and approached the river once more. He moved lion fingers nervously, thinking about how hungry he actually was. After all, it had been hours since he had eaten anything.
With a quick movement, Draco submerged his paw in the thick waters and pulled it back out a few split seconds later. A huge fish struggled in his hand, desperately trying to escape from his captor. A dark grin appeared on Draco´s lips. With a single bite he removed the animal´s head. With the fish´s blood dripping triumphantly from his lips, Draco devoured the rest of its body, even the spines. He prepared to catch another when a strange noise attracted his attention. A sound he hadn´t heard in years- the voice of another pony. Draco stood paralyzed, not knowing how to react. He had forgotten what they sounded like. After a few seconds, realizing that the pony was approaching, he quickly ran and climbed a tall tree. After having taken cover in a secure place, he tried to identify where the voice was coming from and who the pony in question might have been.
“…we´re almost there, don´t worry.”
It was feminine voice. But she wasn´t alone. Another voice, this time cuter and more childish spoke.
“Mum, I´m scared. It´s very dark.”
“Don´t worry,” said a third and deeper voice, “everything´s alright, son. Do not be afraid of darkness, it won´t hurt you”.
Draco weaved stealthily through the branches until he reached a good spot from which he could watch the ponies.
They were a family composed of three earth ponies: a mare, a colt and a stallion. The stallion was carrying a cart full of merchandise, which mainly consisted of different types of vegetables. Draco supposed that they were a farming family who sold their products in other villages, but on this occasion time had raced toward them, and night had fallen before they could arrive home. Draco felt many things, from concern to fear. It was dark and hunters used to attack during the night; Draco had been successful with his prey because they didn´t expect to be in danger during day. He had never had to compete against the other beasts that populated the forest.
Although the village was less than one mile away, they were in a terrible danger. Draco thought about just leaving and letting them take care of themselves, but he would never forgive himself for that. So, knowing the risk of being discovered and attacked by the family, he decided to follow them until he was sure they were fine.
Draco followed them as carefully as if he was hunting. They were also aware of their dangerous position, and the father had accelerated their steps. The colt was looking everywhere, his fear betrayed by his countenance.
Draco continued watching them until his eyes and the colt´s connected. The little pony screamed and both his mother and his father stopped walking. The stallion stood in front of his son, trying to defend him from a nonexistent danger. His mother tried to calm him down, but he continued saying that he had seen something in the trees.
After hearing the scream, Draco stopped moving and stealthily hid behind the branches and leaves. He remained still until he heard the sound of the twelve hooves advancing, this time even faster.
Draco was lost in his own thoughts when a horrible noise rumbled throughout the forest. He was familiar with the awful roar, but he had never been so close to its origin; in front of the family, a monstrous being stood.
With a lion body, a scorpion stinger, and two bat wings, the manticore roared again showing his sharp teeth.
The little colt hid behind his father´s legs, shaking with fear. His father looked calmed and serene, but inside he was as scared as his son. Not as much as for his own sake, but because of his family. Draco could only watch the scene with horror and contemplate what to do. Should he run away? Or maybe had he to defend them? Although the stallion looked very big and strong, Draco knew he didn´t stand a chance against a manticore, and the stallion knew too.
Time was wasting while Draco was trying to make a choice. The monster advanced slowly but steadily to his prey. The manticore raised his paw to strike. Just as it prepared to attack, Draco couldn´t take it anymore. From the forest, Draco fiercely roared. The manticore turned to the sound, awaiting the new intruder. Draco jumped to the ground and saw the disbelief in the manticore´s face. It had never seen something like Draco before.
“Why don't you pick on someone your own size?” asked Draco confidently.
The manticore stared at his opponent with rage.
“Here we go” muttered Draco with a mischievous grin.
The manticore jumped at him, but Draco’s agile body easily dodged its hit. He dove beneath the manitore’s swings, landed beneath him, and began tearing at the beast’s belly with his eagle claw. It roared in pain and kicked Draco, throwing him against a tree and stunning him. The wounded manticore  quickly got up and searched his opponent. Before Draco could recover, the manticore lashed out its stinger. Draco quickly reacted, and held the stinger with his lion paw. The effort to stop that mortal movement seemed to be the last of his energy, but then Draco kicked the manticore in the throat with his reptile claw. The monster stood and feebly applied pressure to its injuries, trying to stop the hemorrhage. Draco took advantage of its delay and hit the manticore with his long tail, making it fall. It lay on the ground, bleeding; the fight was finally over. Or so Draco thought. While trying to recover his breath, Draco felt its sharp claws tearing his back. Draco screamed and he turned, only for the manticore to sink his claws into Draco’s face. Draco covered the gushing wounds with his hands. As a final attack, the manticore slapped Draco, making him fall. On the ground, feeling his blood stick to his skin, Draco summoned enough strength to rise again. With a great and painful effort Draco got up and stared into his enemy’s eyes. He charged, and the manticore did the same. Moments before the two collided, Draco slipped under its huge body and took hold. The manticore jerked in order to dismount his rider, but Draco maintained his strong grip. Draco tore at the manticore’s face with both hands, enraging it even more. Suddenly, Draco realized a frightening truth.  If the manticore had not yet used its sting on him, that could only mean one thing: it was about to do so. Draco jumped from his adversary´s back, and quickly saw that he was right. In a desperate attempt to get rid of Draco, the manticore had aimed his stinger at himself, and struck as Draco leapt away.
Draco stood, breathing slowly and heavily watching the dead body of the beast at his feet.  He looked around and realized that the family was still there. Draco approached them to ensure that they were safe and sound, but the stallion prevented him from doing so.
“Stay away, you monster!” the stallion yelled.
“But I´ve just…” Draco tried to say.
“Leave us alone!” the mare screamed.
Draco looked at the colt, who was still too afraid to raise his eyes.
Knowing how useless it was, Draco ran to the forest and disappeared into the dark of the night.
After a long trip, Draco arrived at his home. He sat to reflect on the ponies’ words.
“A monster, am I?” He thought. “It doesn’t matter what I do, for them I´ll always be a freak. There´s no place for me in this world. Maybe they are right, maybe I should just give up…”
Draco, exhausted by the fight, fell deeply asleep.
The next day started just like any other: Draco watched the dawn like any other day, he ate the rest of the food, he rejected not having meat… It looked to be another normal day, but it wasn´t a normal day at all. Because of the events of that day, Equestria would change forever.
Observing the huge forest that Draco called home, he saw in the distance a lake: a beautiful lake surrounded by precious meadows. He felt the need of going there, just for a few minutes, taking a bath, maybe fishing, or even having a nap.
The wounds of the fight still hurt him. Draco carefully touched them and felt that they had already started to heal. For a reason he didn´t understand, he could heal quickly. At least, the body´s injures could; the hurts of his soul were another business.
Draco displaced across the trees as he was used to, and after a few minutes he was finally there. He jumped to the water and swam as if he was a little child again. After an exhausting session of diving, Draco realized it was lunch´s time.
Using all his fisher´s skills, he got a couple of fishes to eat. Although they tasted quite good, he still was hungry. Draco thought about how could he get something to eat, and realized that if he was in front of a lake, from one time to another an animal would go there to drink. Almost tasting the delicious flesh, Draco hid behind a large tree.
He waited for hours, and nopony came. When his patience had reached a critical point, Draco heard the characteristic sound of a trot, and it sounded quite loud, so it was a big prey. Draco was about to attack, but then he heard the sound of another trot, this time lower, like it proceeded from a smaller animal.
“Two for the price of one,” Draco thought as a mischievous grin appeared on his face.
But then something totally unexpected happened. His prey spoke, and both of them were female voices. A very young and sweet voice was the first. And then, following that, Draco heard the most beautiful voice of his entire life.
The little one was laughing and splashing at the lake´s shore. The elder of the two was quiet, and Draco could not stand her silence any longer. He had to see her.
He raised his head slowly, trying to avoid being detected.
First, he saw the little one. She was only a filly. Her dark blue coat along with her beautiful mane and her laugh made her absolutely adorable. A warm grin was drawn in Draco´s lips. She appeared to be roughly ten years old.
Draco turned his head in search of the older one. And that was when he saw her for the first time. She was the most precious creature he had ever laid eyes upon. Her pink mane flowed with the wind, her luminous, white coat shone of the Sun, her lips showed a warm and lovely smile, and her eyes looked as if they were comprised of the most beautiful jewels to ever have been carved from the earth.
Draco could only stand there, watching her, as if she were a beautiful mirage which had come from heaven itself. As Draco gazed upon her radiant white body, he noticed her wings. But at that very moment, she turned her head. As her mane flowed from one side to the other, he also observed a brilliant white unicorn horn. A horn? And wings? Was that even possible? Draco shot a quick glance at the filly and realized she was an alicorn, as well.
“Luna, it´s time to go” said the elder one.
“Come on Tia, can´t we play just a little more?” Luna asked in a tone sweeter than words could describe.
“No Luna, we can´t. We´ll be in big trouble if they find out we´ve ventured into the forest.”
“But, Celestia, they must be very busy at the castle. Just a little more!” replied the excited young filly.
Celestia couldn´t say no to her little sister. She sighed and conceded.
“Fine, but only a few minutes more. Remember, we have a lot of duties to fulfill. You still have a pile of books to study and so do I.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Luna answered in a carefree manner.
“The castle?” thought Draco. He looked at the older of the two alicorns and saw her golden boots and her necklace. What had the filly called her? Celestia?  That was a familiar name, but where had he heard that before?
Then, like a bullet, the idea came to Draco´s mind. He had heard that name before from his mother´s mouth. She had mentioned Celestia as the princess of Equestria: the ruler of the Sun. And that had to be her sister Luna, the mare of the night! That explained the jewelry, the castle, and why they both were alicorns. What were they doing there, in the dark depths of the forest?
Those thoughts left Draco´s mind when he looked at Celestia again. She was so beautiful, so perfect. Too perfect for him.
Draco realized the magnitude of the situation in that moment. He had fallen in love with a princess, the most beautiful mare in Equestria, as well as the most unattainable.
How ironic. She was a mare from the very highest ranks of the society, and he, who was not even a member of it, was in love with her.
How could she ever love someone like him? She was a member of the royal family, and he was a monster. A creature who lived in the forest like an animal, eating raw meat. Solely by his appearance, he told himself he had no chance.
But still, there was something different about her- something he couldn´t explain. She looked far more intelligent than most ponies: much wiser. It seemed as though her outer beauty was only matched by her inner beauty. Perhaps she would give him a chance. Maybe this was his one last chance to be happy.
For two years, Draco had lived with a broken and dead heart. He hadn´t been happy in all that time; he hadn´t been able to live, only to survive. And in one brief moment, all that had changed. The world appeared more colorful and suddenly his life wasn´t so horrible. Draco had finally found a purpose to live and strive for. It was dangerous to let his happiness as well as his very will to live depend on just one pony, but a young mind which had only known a life of loneliness and pain couldn´t see that, even with it in front of him.
Draco had finally found a way to fulfill the promise he had kept for all that time for his mother. The only thing Grey Weather ever wanted was for her son to lead a happy life- a wish she did not get to see completed. But now, Draco could make her last will be true. Not just for himself, but for his mother’s memory. Celestia was his last opportunity. His last ray of hope.