Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Sometimes his dreams aren’t completely terrorized by living monsters. Sometimes he can faintly remember the brief seconds pressed to his mother’s side, the way she had lovingly nuzzled his neck. It’s always ruined by the mad eyed stallion who had pulled him away from her. Forcing him to watch as he crushed his mother’s skull in, covering the colt with a spray of her blood. He had only been a few minutes old. It was the single defining moment of his life, the moment when he knew his every waking moment would always be like this. Full of sorrow, misery, fear, death.
He had been pawned into the care of the murderer's mother. She had not been much better. Librette had not known how to love her own children, let alone an orphan. What made it worse was that he was not truly orphaned, Libby was in a torrid affair with his biological father. He had known it was his father, a straw to grasp at in the darkness. His mother had made sure to tell him, luckily, before she had met her demise. Unfortunately he could say nothing for the madman had promised he would come back and destroy him if he muttered a single word to Magnus.
Things could have been different if he had been braver as a child.
But he hadn’t. His life was cursed and he deserved it.
He had gone to the Mountain, had sought answers for what had happened to him. It wasn’t that he exactly had asked for the bear to return to him, he wasn’t sure what he had been seeking. Answers he supposes but the questions were beyond him. However when he had left the looming mass of rock and soil, despite the fairies cold silence, his magic had been returned. Restored before the rest of them. No explanation given, nothing. How could he expect anything less?
He roams the common lands, drifting. A gaunt figure, bones jutting out from too stretched chestnut skin. He has no purpose, he cares not if he lives or dies. His face ravaged, the clawed empty socket still a haunting reminder of what he had been through. Only the bear keeps him alive, unable to resist it’s power. Ambling along the bank of the river, he sees her. Water rustling around her hooves, doe eyes sad and haunted. He pauses, his good eye watching her for a moment. A soft sigh as he moves closer for he knows too well the pain that lurks within her. Can see it etched on the lines beneath her eyes. ”Are you alright?” He quietly asks her, not wanting to intrude if he wasn’t wanted. However he figures they may both be better off for company.
Ledger