"He'll regain his powers eventually."

Sehun sat quietly up on the branches of a tree as he eavesdropped on their conversation. For such a young child, his eyes were already jaded, filled with the trials and concerns usually reserved for an adult.

"It's already been so long."

Sehun slowly raised his arm, extending his hand in front of himself. He concentrated for a moment in an attempt to summon his powers, but nothing happened. Sehun sighed.

"He just needs to defeat this depression he's facing. Maybe have someone take him out, he needs a break."

And so, a few servant girls were put in charge of him, they were to take Sehun to the market while they accomplished some of their chores. Sehun walked behind them slowly, very unenthused about the bustle surrounding him. He scanned the faces of the crowd, each one of them with a stupid smile on their face, acting like everything in the world was perfectly fine.

The girls in charge of him did not bother keeping a good eye on Sehun, they were rather annoyed to be assigned with a babysitting job in the first place. Sehun easily slipped away from their watch and decided to venture through the market on his own. Besides, the castle was easy to find.

Sehun watched other children walk along holding onto their parents hands. He stared at them longingly, his eyes lingering on the smiles covering their faces. It was too much for him, no matter where he looked he couldn't escape the happiness he desperately longed for. Sehun slipped into a nearby alley to take a breath, a deep pain growing in his chest.

As he paused staring at the ground, he began to hear the soft sound of crying. It was almost like he was hearing the echo of his own heart, at last something in the universe was in sync with his own feelings. Sehun began to search the alley, slowly getting closer to the sound. Eventually he spotted a young boy, he was sitting on the ground with his legs curled up in front of him, crying into his arms.

As Sehun watched him, the desire to help this boy overwhelmed him. As if this boy's tears were a mirror of himself, and stopping them would somehow reciprocate his own feelings.

Sehun rushed off back to the market. After searching around for something to cheer the boy up with, Sehun spotted a cluster of pink clover flowers growing in between some stones. They were normally considered a weed, but in the mind of a child all flowers were of equal value and beauty. Sehun returned to the boy and offered it to him.

"Don't cry."

Even just the gesture of helping this boy began to melt Sehun's heart, and a gentle smile grew on his face.

After calming the boy down, Sehun helped him find his way back home. Before they even reached the door they heard the happy cry of the boy's mother. She leapt towards the boy and embraced him tightly.

Sehun continued smiling, his feelings were still in sync with this boy. In some strange way, watching them had made him feel like he had reunited with his own family.

As Sehun bid them farewell, he was saying goodbye to his own mother, and she was happily smiling back at him, letting him know that everything was all right.

The boy smiled brightly as he waved goodbye to Sehun, still clutching tightly onto the flower in his other hand. Sehun could feel the happiness growing inside of him, and as he waved his hand at the boy, as a small thank you, he sent a gentle gust of wind.

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Over the years, whenever Sehun made his way through the market, he would sometimes spot the boy walking along with his mother, holding onto her hand and smiling. It always brought Sehun a warm feeling of comfort.

Eventually the boy opened a small flower cart. His stand even sold clover flowers, Sehun found it interesting, especially since he never saw anyone buy them. He toyed with the idea that the boy somehow remembered that day, but he knew the moment they shared together was too brief for anyone to actually remember.

Whenever Sehun returned from one of their victorious battles, the townspeople would shower the knights with flowers. Sehun spotted the boy a few times, he would toss the rare and beautiful antrum flower in their path, but Sehun secretly hoped he might see the boy throw clover flowers one day. However, every time it was the same.

It was only proof to Sehun that the boy clearly did not remember him, It seemed like the two of them had grown out of sync. Realizing he was the only one who held onto this memory, Sehun dismissed the idea of ever approaching the boy.