The Little king
Oh my dear Ryan, my beloved little king.
- How are you here? I saw you die. - he asks.
- I really died, my son.
- So, how are you here? – he stops and thinks – did I die? Where are we? - he said, looking everywhere.
- This is the kingdom between life and death.
- So I finally died? – he says, lowering his head – will I never see my mates again?
- Son, you can't stay here. You have to go back.
- No – screams Ryan – I don't want to go back. I only find pain if I go back. I want to stay with you.