bloodshedchan

Born just outside the glorious city of Amaethea, taking his first breaths in the forests. To be cradled for a little longer in the arms of his Mali'fenn mother, doing usual baby activities with a little more crying than usual. Without a true father and an education from only what his stepfather and mother taught him, he knew next to naught around Mali'ame culture. Never really being welcomed into any tribes as he never went into the city or spoke to others, learning only what he must as his folks did not have much time for him. Including that of the wild faith, the different types of folk around them in the city and the unique collection of the seeds. Aside from that, it was a walk through the tree's in search of a friend as he couldn't get one from the two people he couldn't even call family at home.

Pale feet that gradually got used to the cracking branches below him, a child named Gaehr-ee would run underneath the vibrant blue sky and wasting his life away. A child that would create a home for the snails around him. Four sets of chopped log with a bed of leaves inside it - taking care of them up until it was his time to leave home. That being is main activity, other than the small amount of books that were tossed at home from time to time. Making somewhat friends with the imaginary thought of the characters in the three books he received. "The Death of a Squire" by Bianca Lafleur. Her script being one of them, taking an extreme liking to the character Christopher Blackwell. With thoughts most days of what a Celestial figure does and what it's magic entails. Not to mention what happens in the next book.

Though this would soon to a stop once it was time to leave, no longer a child and bare feet out of the door after being told of his true father. Other things to think of now that his real life was revealed to him - a strange sense of freedom once the originally witless boy was sent out to have a life of his own. As his true father was, a Mali'ame.