The confrontation had been a turning point for Elijah. He had never seen any adult speak or act the way the two who had come for his mother had. Even Elvira, for all her cruelty, had never used such aggression. For once, he had been proud of his sister for being so bold—and even prouder of himself for standing up to the monster with the blue eyes. Yet those faces were fast fading, leaving only grotesque fantasies in their place in his memory. Elijah believed in monsters, most certainly, but he would have fought them both for his mother.
Since that day too, he had begun to change, however slightly. A degree of possessiveness began to show in his quickly growing body. He now growled if Elvira tried to bite at his bandana. Distrust was not a word he fully understood, nor did he practice it. Strangers were still potential friends, but he had begun to identify body language and recognize the different between someone who was nice and someone who was not. So while he did not fear, he watched. This odd behavior, this stillness, it unnerved many.
But often, too, he lost himself in the world of imagination. Sometimes the fantasy changed, but he always returned to the first because it was his favorite. Strong in body and colored like fire, he stampeded through the grass with massive hooves and a beautiful mane, a stallion who was uncontrollable even by his big-brother with the yellow eyes. Of course, even stallions have to answer to their mother’s. This was why, as the animal paraded through the grass, he turned suddenly and sharply and galloped towards the call that always had the power to summon him.
What emerged from the brilliant emerald was not a stallion, as he so often pretended to be, but a puppy still fat from youth and awkward from lack of understanding. His desert-sky eyes were wide and a broad smile had carved itself across his face, displaying pink tongue and sharp white baby teeth to his mother. No malice lived within him, so this was not a terrible thing. A white-tipped tail wagged furiously as he approached, trotting up to her with his head high and his face all smiles; this too echoed on his bandana, forever smiling, forever happy, even if shadows and monsters came for the boy that wore it.
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