You were different from what he was told, and he was different from you.

Yashen twist and turned, he simply couldn’t get used to laying on a rock, and unlike him, you didn’t need to sleep. When he first arrived, every move you made caused him to jump. However, you never reacted; and that provided him some comfort. Yashen was the sacrifice to you, a god that sat still. One that never posed a threat to humans.

An albino boy, with white hair, and red eyes. According to him, it was the reason he was chosen. No one wanted someone like him in the village.

“Isn’t it funny? They revere you, and yet you reside in a cave, like some monster.” He turned to you, staring as you sat against the opposing wall. No matter what he said, you never showed any reaction, unlike him.

“That’s not to say I’m comparing you to one.” He clarified, sitting up and mimicking you; He leaned against the wall, resting his head on his hand. Humans destroy what they cannot understand, and under the guise of worshipping you, you’ve been caged.

Unlike him, you could do something about it. Unlike him, you had the strength to be treated better.