Lord_Sage_of_Ronevia
09-23-2007, 12:56 AM
He was born under a somber silence. He did not scream, cry, or even complain. His eyes emerald, vacant, and lifeless. The child's father looked outraged; the matron looked bewildered; the mother held her son, as she slowly lost grasp of consciousness. Her last breath did not carry any words, only her heart and her undying love for her newborn. Tom Crowley vowed to his wife not to abandon the child. He vowed to take care of him, until fate decided to take the infant away from him. That night, ashes of a blazing soul burned in the air as the wind carried them into the starlit heavens. All the shining souls of the midnight sea guided the ashes to the Realm of the Righteous. The Realm of the Gods.
God of Light vanquished over God of Darkness as the morning birds sang the Sonata of New Awakening. Tom Crowley had cried himself to sleep, feeling a small and growing malignant passion for his son. Tom Crowley would sit besides his son's tiny bed, to narrate the story of valiant knights and brilliant mages, and then stare at his emerald and lifeless eyes. Tom became more and more unnerved as he studied the child's eyes. He never saw him blink. Close his eyes to sleep. Never move his mouth, except to eat or drink.
He was later named Tobias. Tobias was the name of a saint, of Tom's great-grandfather. It now corresponded to that young boy who never blinked, and never closed his eyes to sleep. It corresponded to the young boy who never made a sound. Tobias never expressed any sadness, or happiness, or even shame. He did not express concern, joy, or love when his father told him about how his mother died holding him tighly in her arms. Holding him close to her spirit. Tom, on the contrary, loathed his son even more, or was it self-loathing for ever promising to maintain posession of Tobias? He could not stand it. The silence, the vacant eyes always peering into Tom's soul.
Years passed and Tom Crowley saw himself enter his home every night wide-eyed, drunk, confused, stumbling around everything that crossed his path or rather he thought crossed him. Every night, Tobias would lay behind a veil of shadows, his eyes shining brightly and emerald, waiting for his father... staring at him. Soundless and restless his gaze penetrated his father's consciousness. This, in fact, made Tom's hatred even worse. More than ever, he was convinced that Tobias's birth caused his wife's death. The birth of a curse. His hatred towards Tobias became stronger and his life became darker.
-Happy tenth birthday, Tobias!-
Like the fleeting image of a ghost, life had made Tobias older. He had shoulder-length hair; dark, jade eyes ever so menacing. The ten candles of his birthday cake glowed ominuosly, slowly their light faded, dancing a macabre waltz upon the child's shuddersome gaze. Intently he watched as his father urged him to blow the candles. Alas, Tobias was reluctant to comply. Still entranced with the candle's fiery promenade. Tom Crowley annoyed pulled Tobias towards cake, encouraging him to blow the candles. Tobias did nothing. His father could no longer hold his patience. Ten years had he tolerated his son's undesire to speak, but no more.
-So, many years and you never spoke. You are no mute and you know it! Speak to me, boy! Make a damn sound! What have I done to deserve such a worthless child?! I listened and promised to your mother. Had I known about this I would have let you die in the streets! Already it's hard enough to survive in this world, as I work day in and day out! And you?! Do not even have the decency to speak when you are asked to. Damn you! And damn your mother to hell! It all comes from her side of the family! It's always the women! Even died giving birth to you! You caused this misery! You brought this curse to our home! Child of the Devil!-
The glimmer of the fire gradually faded, Tom Crowley continued his monologue hitting and pushing Tobias. Tobias just returned a defiant stare and a sinister grin. The first movement he had ever done with his lips. Then, after the lights dissolved, the doors of the house were kicked open. Three soldiers in silver armor entered the premises unsheathing their swords. One of them grabbed Tobias as he squealed at the commotion. He tried to outrun them hiding under a table which resided in the deep gloom. Scared, trembling, grunting, and kicking, Tobias was retrieved from his hiding place and dragged outside. He could see the other two soldiers managing Tobias's father, both of them struggling to contain the man.
God of Light vanquish over God of Darkness. Cabalistic rains fell upon the roof of dementia... Tom Crowley had been taken prisoner for treason and spreading slanderous claims about the Royal Crown. Tobias was left on the streets away from where his father laid captive... The rains continued to fall and Tobias raised his arms and eyes towards the cloudied heavens as if a revelation was about to befall him. He inclined his head to the right and saw a blacksmith's shop. Under the rain he walked towards the shop. Watching the blacksmith work, he noticed a small knife on a counter just behind the owner. Tobias gave the second, most disturbing grin of his life. Stealthily he crossed the shop, grabbed the knife and backed away, looking at the blacksmith in case he turned around and saw the boy "borrowing" the knife.
It was a success. He looked again at the cloudy skies above and drew a deep breath. Another smile popped on his face. A smile of satisfaction. His jade eyes fell on his destination... the prison. His intentions were clear. He was going there to save a life. Something he never knew he'd had to do before, because despite his void eyes, there was more than just emptiness. There was complex thought. Philosophical ingenuity. Lifeless eyes that carried the life of a demented philosopher... seeking to be free. Seeking to be saved and freed.
Silently the boy rushed along the corridors of the small prison. Under the lightless hallways, his soft footsteps remained unheard... finally he reached his father's cell... He got closer and scanned the cell. His eyes penetrated the dark until he found him. He tapped on the bars with his knife and tucked it away quickly...
-Who is it?- said a sorrowful man.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the bars. He then saw Tobias, his flesh and blood. His son was there. After everything he had done, his son came back for him. His father overcomed with joy threw his arms across the bars to reach Tobias and give him a hug. Tobias got closer and let himself get wrapped around his father's warm and teary embrace. Under sobs and cries there was a sudden gasp. A drop of red wine sparkled as it fell to the prison floor. Then another... He tried to breath. He tried to let go of the hug... but his father held him closer. The knife had struck. There was pain from the two men. There were tears flowing from black and jade eyes. The souls of father and son entwined. Looking down at the poor, dying spirit he then whispered,
-Good bye. Now you are free from your misery... Father-
God of Light vanquished over God of Darkness as the morning birds sang the Sonata of New Awakening. Tom Crowley had cried himself to sleep, feeling a small and growing malignant passion for his son. Tom Crowley would sit besides his son's tiny bed, to narrate the story of valiant knights and brilliant mages, and then stare at his emerald and lifeless eyes. Tom became more and more unnerved as he studied the child's eyes. He never saw him blink. Close his eyes to sleep. Never move his mouth, except to eat or drink.
He was later named Tobias. Tobias was the name of a saint, of Tom's great-grandfather. It now corresponded to that young boy who never blinked, and never closed his eyes to sleep. It corresponded to the young boy who never made a sound. Tobias never expressed any sadness, or happiness, or even shame. He did not express concern, joy, or love when his father told him about how his mother died holding him tighly in her arms. Holding him close to her spirit. Tom, on the contrary, loathed his son even more, or was it self-loathing for ever promising to maintain posession of Tobias? He could not stand it. The silence, the vacant eyes always peering into Tom's soul.
Years passed and Tom Crowley saw himself enter his home every night wide-eyed, drunk, confused, stumbling around everything that crossed his path or rather he thought crossed him. Every night, Tobias would lay behind a veil of shadows, his eyes shining brightly and emerald, waiting for his father... staring at him. Soundless and restless his gaze penetrated his father's consciousness. This, in fact, made Tom's hatred even worse. More than ever, he was convinced that Tobias's birth caused his wife's death. The birth of a curse. His hatred towards Tobias became stronger and his life became darker.
-Happy tenth birthday, Tobias!-
Like the fleeting image of a ghost, life had made Tobias older. He had shoulder-length hair; dark, jade eyes ever so menacing. The ten candles of his birthday cake glowed ominuosly, slowly their light faded, dancing a macabre waltz upon the child's shuddersome gaze. Intently he watched as his father urged him to blow the candles. Alas, Tobias was reluctant to comply. Still entranced with the candle's fiery promenade. Tom Crowley annoyed pulled Tobias towards cake, encouraging him to blow the candles. Tobias did nothing. His father could no longer hold his patience. Ten years had he tolerated his son's undesire to speak, but no more.
-So, many years and you never spoke. You are no mute and you know it! Speak to me, boy! Make a damn sound! What have I done to deserve such a worthless child?! I listened and promised to your mother. Had I known about this I would have let you die in the streets! Already it's hard enough to survive in this world, as I work day in and day out! And you?! Do not even have the decency to speak when you are asked to. Damn you! And damn your mother to hell! It all comes from her side of the family! It's always the women! Even died giving birth to you! You caused this misery! You brought this curse to our home! Child of the Devil!-
The glimmer of the fire gradually faded, Tom Crowley continued his monologue hitting and pushing Tobias. Tobias just returned a defiant stare and a sinister grin. The first movement he had ever done with his lips. Then, after the lights dissolved, the doors of the house were kicked open. Three soldiers in silver armor entered the premises unsheathing their swords. One of them grabbed Tobias as he squealed at the commotion. He tried to outrun them hiding under a table which resided in the deep gloom. Scared, trembling, grunting, and kicking, Tobias was retrieved from his hiding place and dragged outside. He could see the other two soldiers managing Tobias's father, both of them struggling to contain the man.
God of Light vanquish over God of Darkness. Cabalistic rains fell upon the roof of dementia... Tom Crowley had been taken prisoner for treason and spreading slanderous claims about the Royal Crown. Tobias was left on the streets away from where his father laid captive... The rains continued to fall and Tobias raised his arms and eyes towards the cloudied heavens as if a revelation was about to befall him. He inclined his head to the right and saw a blacksmith's shop. Under the rain he walked towards the shop. Watching the blacksmith work, he noticed a small knife on a counter just behind the owner. Tobias gave the second, most disturbing grin of his life. Stealthily he crossed the shop, grabbed the knife and backed away, looking at the blacksmith in case he turned around and saw the boy "borrowing" the knife.
It was a success. He looked again at the cloudy skies above and drew a deep breath. Another smile popped on his face. A smile of satisfaction. His jade eyes fell on his destination... the prison. His intentions were clear. He was going there to save a life. Something he never knew he'd had to do before, because despite his void eyes, there was more than just emptiness. There was complex thought. Philosophical ingenuity. Lifeless eyes that carried the life of a demented philosopher... seeking to be free. Seeking to be saved and freed.
Silently the boy rushed along the corridors of the small prison. Under the lightless hallways, his soft footsteps remained unheard... finally he reached his father's cell... He got closer and scanned the cell. His eyes penetrated the dark until he found him. He tapped on the bars with his knife and tucked it away quickly...
-Who is it?- said a sorrowful man.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the bars. He then saw Tobias, his flesh and blood. His son was there. After everything he had done, his son came back for him. His father overcomed with joy threw his arms across the bars to reach Tobias and give him a hug. Tobias got closer and let himself get wrapped around his father's warm and teary embrace. Under sobs and cries there was a sudden gasp. A drop of red wine sparkled as it fell to the prison floor. Then another... He tried to breath. He tried to let go of the hug... but his father held him closer. The knife had struck. There was pain from the two men. There were tears flowing from black and jade eyes. The souls of father and son entwined. Looking down at the poor, dying spirit he then whispered,
-Good bye. Now you are free from your misery... Father-