09-22-2016, 06:56 AM
Surgery is overwhelmed.
He spent most of his life - his fake childhood that extended unnaturally long - not allowed to speak. To be hidden. He was to calm the young children joining his mothers perverse herd of stolen children with his presence. See, another child? See? He could sweet talk the foals, lull them into a sense of security with a toothy smile and an easy manner.
Every other time, though, he is silenced.
Shut up.
Quieted magically.
Now, though, the fog is lifted and he is free to explore! To go! To do! He reaches against all the boundaries until at last he finds himself at the very edges of his previous home. The though both thrills and terrifies him. How much longer until the cord reaches its end and snaps him back? How much longer until his mother finds him and takes him for herself?
"The disruption was needed," he says, to all and no one. No one asked him, but he says it because he means it. Deep down, superficially, whatever - he needed it. Magic robbed from the land (he had no idea that it could come back - what a rain on his parade) and it was perfect. "The magic was...out of control," he says, shaking his head.
He spent most of his life - his fake childhood that extended unnaturally long - not allowed to speak. To be hidden. He was to calm the young children joining his mothers perverse herd of stolen children with his presence. See, another child? See? He could sweet talk the foals, lull them into a sense of security with a toothy smile and an easy manner.
Every other time, though, he is silenced.
Shut up.
Quieted magically.
Now, though, the fog is lifted and he is free to explore! To go! To do! He reaches against all the boundaries until at last he finds himself at the very edges of his previous home. The though both thrills and terrifies him. How much longer until the cord reaches its end and snaps him back? How much longer until his mother finds him and takes him for herself?
"The disruption was needed," he says, to all and no one. No one asked him, but he says it because he means it. Deep down, superficially, whatever - he needed it. Magic robbed from the land (he had no idea that it could come back - what a rain on his parade) and it was perfect. "The magic was...out of control," he says, shaking his head.