Kellen stood in front of the thing that had caused all of these problems and felt an insurmountable swell of rage inside of his chest.
He tightened his grip he had on the straps of his backpack, where it dug into his shoulders and felt like he was going to start shaking with how violent his emotions were. He didn't blame anyone. He'd had no one to blame for the unfair situation his family found themselves in.
Not until he saw it in person.
He'd never felt such violence towards something that didn't have a body.
He couldn't even fight the thing that was making his gut churn with emotion. He couldn't even throw a punch, or throw violent words towards it because it was a gate. It wouldn't understand. Kellen wondered how many other people had stood before gates like he was currently, that sick, all consuming rage in his gut as something so unfair and cruel was committed against his family.
