Sometimes though, things need to change...
“I’ve had it!” Hisoki slammed his hand on the table, baring his teeth. Even though he couldn’t see it, he could feel his family’s shock as they stopped eating. His father though, started to become angry.
“Well we’ve had it with your constant questions,” his father growled, standing up to become level with Hisoki. Hisoki stood his ground.
“We’ve told you time and time again that Jakutians do not have eyes,” his father continued, fiddling with the fork in his hand. “If we had eyes, how come we aren’t able to see anything?”
This was a normal conversation at the dinner table between Hisoki and his family (well, mostly Hisoki and his father). His father was annoyed that Hisoki never gave up on asking questions about “eyes”, and Hisoki was annoyed that his father was never interested in hearing his evidence.
“Darkness!” Hisoki shouted. “This planet is showered in darkness! How can you not listen to all of this evidence?” he huffed air through his nose, scratching his claws on the table.
“Because the evidence doesn’t exist!” his father snapped back, making his mother cower slightly in fear. “You can’t prove it.”
“I will prove it!” Hisoki pushed his chair back, and began to run to the front door. “You’ll see!”
Hisoki stormed out the door and didn’t look back, even when his father yelled for him to come back and go to his room. He was 17, he didn’t need to listen to him now. His jog turned into a sprint after he heard footsteps coming after him.
Normally if Hisoki or any Jakutian was walking or running anywhere, they would be listening closely to the sound waves, so they knew when to stay clear of rocks or branches that could be in the way. But Hisoki was too upset to pay attention. He didn’t need to pay attention. One day we would see these rocks, and he wouldn’t need to listen closely at all. One day, he would see what a rock even looked like.
He sort of had a general idea, since as a kid he would pick of rocks and feel them. Some felt smooth, like an egg, and some felt bumpy and sharp. He assumed he got a fair share of cuts and scratches from being unaware of sharp rocks. If I was able to see it, I wouldn’t get hurt so easily!
Hisoki continued to run for a long time, and didn’t stop when he could no longer hear his father’s footsteps behind him. He kept going, certain that he was going to figure out this issue once and for all. All he had to go was get far away from home, and then-
He let out a yelp as his foot hit something hard, sending him flying forward. He landed hard on his chest and nose causing him to instinctively open his mouth. Dirt and rocks hit his tongue and teeth, making him gag as he slid to a stop. He laid there for a few minutes, letting the shock slowly fade away.
He sat up and rubbed his nose lightly. It felt wet. Blood. He spit out dirt and rocks from his mouth, his tongue feeling sore and dry. He coughed and sniffed, and began to whimper. The top of his face began to sting, and then it felt wet. He touched his face and licked the liquid. Salty. “What is this?”
“Tears.” a soft voice sounded from above him. His ears twitched and he moved his head to look up, and noticed something strange. Blurry. Is that..?
“Don’t be afraid Hisoki,” the voice said in a sweet kind of way. “We’re here to help you.”
“What are you?”
The figure began to get brighter, making Hisoki’s eyes strain in agony. “Stars. Friends. Light.”
"You've found sight, Hisoki. And it's your job to help others find it too."