Alive

[SpookyLean 880]

 

 

“I've never been so sure about anything in my life. You are our future.”

The man remains silent for a few brief minutes with  a deep huff of air that’ll draw out from his mouth into the cool, piercing, winds of the winter’s night flowing in through the windows of a desolate cabin in the north, nothing but tall spruce trees to surround it. A baby, just recently born from the looks of it, rests in the arms of the grizzled elderly man. He sits on the wooden armchair near the fireplace, only crackling from the fire burning on the logs to disturb the silent room. Though tranquility surrounds the two, nobody else seems to matter to the two of them.

 

His wrinkled face looks down at the newborn, smiling with happiness. Her golden hazel eyes glimmer back at him in the dimly lit room, curiosity, playfulness and interest all bundled in her. Though innocence is all he sees in the newborn. “Hello there Camille, I’m grandpa Yuri,” he says speaking in a parched shriveled voice, thinking if he is worthy of this gift. The girl babbling and giggling back at him as she reaches out to grab his tabard, pulling on it in response. He sits there laughing dryly as he reminisces of his childhood.

 

A younger energetic yet a shy boy in the Imperial Palace. He still remembers how he kept busy by socializing with the maids of the palace and, at times, the Empress herself but usually just a errand boy to her. His appointment into the Imperial Privy at age fourteen. The way he developed a relationship with his childhood sweetheart, his first and only true friend and its abrupt grim end. His service to the Emperor’s royal guard, the Nauzica. All of which molded him to the man he is and brought him here, with his grandchild in his arms, a cub, a Vladov. God long thought dead to this scarred man after all the trials and tribulations placed in front of him throughout his life. Despite his doubt all has been proven wrong by this delicate gift that rests in his arms. Tears of joy run down his wrinkled face, rocking the child in his arm. “Look at what god made, mother…”

He wipes the tears off his face as he feels someone watching. He pans his gaze slowly to the two humanoid figures standing at the doorway hidden by the darkness of the room, one dwarfing the other. A sudden feeling of shock overcomes his face as he continues to stare at the two. His son and his other grandchild he's yet to meet...

[Heero 4092]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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