03-23-2018, 06:38 PM
Hephaestus
Memory was a harsh companion.
Behind closed lids tales of a life half-lived taunted him from the place where he’d left them buried. His past hardly felt as if it belonged to him and, yet, it continued to rain its plague upon him. In his dreams the face of his father, vicious and damning, filled his consciousness with the terror of his thrashing hooves. Hard as he tried he could not recall a memory containing a single tender look from either of his parents. Every glance bestowed upon him had been filled with venom and a wish that he should either vanish or die. However adamantly he tried, he seemed incapable of granting their wish.
Even after he’d been beat and left for dead, his heart persisted. Even when he went weeks without food, he persisted. Even as he stared over the misting cascade of a water fall, he persisted. In the end, he knew he was a coward and he found himself longing for the strength to deliver unto them the gift of his final breath. And, yet, he persisted.
Standing now at the edge of the forest, a stallion grown, he gazed out at the never-ending expanse of the meadow laid out before him. Somewhere ahead lay the same sea that he’d crossed to arrive upon this new land. A stallion grown, he found himself wondering if they ever thought of him. Cruel as they were, they were still his parents. They’d created him in a moment of passion and love, his mother had carried him inside of her for months – relishing in the anticipation of his arrival, only to be met with the disappointment of his monstrosity. Wry mouthed and completely blind in his left eye, the look of shock on their faces had forever burned a hole in his memory.
Hephaestus they’d decided to call him. A mockery of the ugliest of the gods. Scarred and uglier than compare, he’d lived his whole life on the outside of society. The other colts tormented him relentlessly and made a game of kicking stones at the deformed side of his face, whilst the fillies screamed whenever he’d wander too close. His shadow had been the only company he’d been granted. The moment he decided to leave them had been the first moment he finally felt freed.
He would never return to their shores. Beqanna was his home now.
Unmoved from his spot just outside the shadows, his eye caught glimpse of another dark figure approaching. As the horse drew nearer he began to notice similarities between them and, for the first time since he’d emerged from the sea, he didn’t feel the need to hide.
Behind closed lids tales of a life half-lived taunted him from the place where he’d left them buried. His past hardly felt as if it belonged to him and, yet, it continued to rain its plague upon him. In his dreams the face of his father, vicious and damning, filled his consciousness with the terror of his thrashing hooves. Hard as he tried he could not recall a memory containing a single tender look from either of his parents. Every glance bestowed upon him had been filled with venom and a wish that he should either vanish or die. However adamantly he tried, he seemed incapable of granting their wish.
Even after he’d been beat and left for dead, his heart persisted. Even when he went weeks without food, he persisted. Even as he stared over the misting cascade of a water fall, he persisted. In the end, he knew he was a coward and he found himself longing for the strength to deliver unto them the gift of his final breath. And, yet, he persisted.
Standing now at the edge of the forest, a stallion grown, he gazed out at the never-ending expanse of the meadow laid out before him. Somewhere ahead lay the same sea that he’d crossed to arrive upon this new land. A stallion grown, he found himself wondering if they ever thought of him. Cruel as they were, they were still his parents. They’d created him in a moment of passion and love, his mother had carried him inside of her for months – relishing in the anticipation of his arrival, only to be met with the disappointment of his monstrosity. Wry mouthed and completely blind in his left eye, the look of shock on their faces had forever burned a hole in his memory.
Hephaestus they’d decided to call him. A mockery of the ugliest of the gods. Scarred and uglier than compare, he’d lived his whole life on the outside of society. The other colts tormented him relentlessly and made a game of kicking stones at the deformed side of his face, whilst the fillies screamed whenever he’d wander too close. His shadow had been the only company he’d been granted. The moment he decided to leave them had been the first moment he finally felt freed.
He would never return to their shores. Beqanna was his home now.
Unmoved from his spot just outside the shadows, his eye caught glimpse of another dark figure approaching. As the horse drew nearer he began to notice similarities between them and, for the first time since he’d emerged from the sea, he didn’t feel the need to hide.
Break My Shackles To Set Me Free
@[Erinys]