Chara's Story (WIP) [TW]

New Beginnings

Many years ago, two races ruled over the earth: monsters, and humans. The two lived together in peace and harmony for decades. However, this did not last forever. In time, tensions grew between the races.  It was not long before war broke out, though it could hardly be called a war. The humans fought hard, and without mercy. Countless monsters were turned to dust. Soon enough, the monster king admitted surrender, and he and his kind were banished underground. Seven of the humans´ greatest magicians sealed the monsters in with a barrier, strong enough that only one with a powerful soul could pass through.
Everybody knew the legend. Those who climbed Mt. Ebott would never come back down. But this did not stop Chara from trying.

Chara did not know how long they had stayed in the pile of flowers that cushioned their fall. They just knew that their ankle had been twisted in the process. They did not bother wasting their voice with cries for help. No one would hear them.
“Stupid, stupid STUPID!” They muttered to themself. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of Chara’s eyes. “This all happened because I'm too much of a wuss to see my parents again!” They brought their knees to their chest, and choked back a wail. “Don't cry, idiot. You're not a crybaby!” Regardless of their words, Chara felt tears running down their face. Eventually, they gave up and began to sob uncontrollably.

“Hello?”

Chara jerked their head up, turning their head to locate the voice. It came from a small white goat monster, attired in a green and yellow sweater and jeans. Chara yelped and backed away. This was the first time they had ever seen a monster! Instead of attacking them however, the monster gave Chara a kind smile.

“Oh!” The monster replied. “Have you fallen down?” He held out his paw, waiting for Chara to take it. The human hesitated. They had never really trusted anyone before, let alone a monster. Taking in a breath, they placed a shaky hand into the goat’s palm.

“Y...Yes I have,” Chara began slowly as the goat helped them up. “I'm Chara.”

“Chara? That's a nice name. My name is Asriel Dreemurr.” Asriel gazed at Chara curiously, as if he had never seen a human before. Which might have been so.
Chara took a shaky step forward and cried out in pain, slumping back to the floor. The pain in their ankle was too much;they couldn't continue walking like this.

Asriel looked at them nervously. “Are you alright? Can you stand up?”

Chara replied with a weak smile. “I don't think so. I hurt my ankle when I fell, and it's too painful to walk.” They looked down at the floor, staring at the pile of flowers that they had landed on. Asriel rushed to their side immediately, hooking one of his arms under one of theirs’.
“Come on,” he pleaded, determined to get them walking again. Chara rested half of their weight on Asriel, and took a few slow steps forward. Soon the two formed a rhythm, one step after another.
“Not much farther, Chara. My house is not to far from here, and my parents can heal you. They've always done it for me.”

Parents that love you, hm? Chara thought to themself darkly. Must be nice.