@AtticCat told me to post this since I randomly wrote it for Aed. so oops. Here's some music doe. Probably doesn't fit anywhere with the story.
Life always had a cruel way of breaking youthful spirit.
That's what the boy at least came to learn. These past few months, his first few months of his stay in Regalia, had provided him ample material to judge the city life that greatly differed from the nomadic living of his Father. At first it wasn't so bad despite the fact that there were magical beings with unlimited power that were terrorizing those that he first met. He wasn't going to lie that he was excited about the endeavour. No, he really did enjoy the new scenery and adventure that came from it. But none of those feelings were held close to his heart when he saw the torment they brought to those he cared for and even himself. His arm still ached with the phantom pains of one instance.
While he thought he was paced around, his feet moving to the beat of a broken, brass clock. Another attempt at an art he used to love dearly. That was before he came to this Island.
Then came his involvement with the ill-fated Jarsdels. It was his way of getting involved with the city. To be a part of something more than just unconditional love and familial bonds. He joined a man's company to experience the life of friendship, adventure. To form a bond that he didn't experience with those he had already met. This all came down with a spiral that he never intended in partaking with. The violence grew, but he stayed. His friends and family were hurt, but he stayed. He was warned on several occasions. He was even left with his brother to stay behind against a horde of foes. Discontent slowly built with every passing occurrence, but it never pushed him to abandon his naive hopes. It wasn't until the death of this Jarsdel that he was finally freed, coming to realize how far he strayed away from his own beliefs.
He was still there in that dark home. Awaiting the return of the girl that he held the closest to his heart. Perhaps the rumors had been right all along?
Then came the Dead Men. There are many bright lights that come with this name that hide the shadows that linger behind each letter. He formed the brotherly bond he was seeking, he grew closer to his siblings, and he even found a girl to depend on. There was something to his name, even if insignificant. There were those that depended on him, even if they rarely called for his aid. And there were those he could truly care for. From there the ominous name didn't seem all that bad, but there were still the underlining pains he had suffered. At times he witnessed the same brutality that he was determined to stray away from. There were many instances where he had failed to uphold his loyalty and was laying there idle. He even faced the wrath of one of the members he held close to his heart and know saw the man with a new, darker shade of light.
So now he was at a standstill. Held up in his home as he heard the news spread. A tavern. A riot of slum folk. Even the names of some of the individuals slipped through his elongated ears. And what was he doing? Nothing. The most painful action that he partook in.
That's what the boy at least came to learn. These past few months, his first few months of his stay in Regalia, had provided him ample material to judge the city life that greatly differed from the nomadic living of his Father. At first it wasn't so bad despite the fact that there were magical beings with unlimited power that were terrorizing those that he first met. He wasn't going to lie that he was excited about the endeavour. No, he really did enjoy the new scenery and adventure that came from it. But none of those feelings were held close to his heart when he saw the torment they brought to those he cared for and even himself. His arm still ached with the phantom pains of one instance.
While he thought he was paced around, his feet moving to the beat of a broken, brass clock. Another attempt at an art he used to love dearly. That was before he came to this Island.
Then came his involvement with the ill-fated Jarsdels. It was his way of getting involved with the city. To be a part of something more than just unconditional love and familial bonds. He joined a man's company to experience the life of friendship, adventure. To form a bond that he didn't experience with those he had already met. This all came down with a spiral that he never intended in partaking with. The violence grew, but he stayed. His friends and family were hurt, but he stayed. He was warned on several occasions. He was even left with his brother to stay behind against a horde of foes. Discontent slowly built with every passing occurrence, but it never pushed him to abandon his naive hopes. It wasn't until the death of this Jarsdel that he was finally freed, coming to realize how far he strayed away from his own beliefs.
He was still there in that dark home. Awaiting the return of the girl that he held the closest to his heart. Perhaps the rumors had been right all along?
Then came the Dead Men. There are many bright lights that come with this name that hide the shadows that linger behind each letter. He formed the brotherly bond he was seeking, he grew closer to his siblings, and he even found a girl to depend on. There was something to his name, even if insignificant. There were those that depended on him, even if they rarely called for his aid. And there were those he could truly care for. From there the ominous name didn't seem all that bad, but there were still the underlining pains he had suffered. At times he witnessed the same brutality that he was determined to stray away from. There were many instances where he had failed to uphold his loyalty and was laying there idle. He even faced the wrath of one of the members he held close to his heart and know saw the man with a new, darker shade of light.
So now he was at a standstill. Held up in his home as he heard the news spread. A tavern. A riot of slum folk. Even the names of some of the individuals slipped through his elongated ears. And what was he doing? Nothing. The most painful action that he partook in.
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@AtticCat @Katiesc @BeashSlap @HobblingHobbit @Kihle @Yigit
