The Final Tear

[OtakuAnonymous 49]

 

Aeyrius walks around in his mind, trying to sort this and that, thoughts that were not meant to be are there, and ones that were meant to be have long since abandoned him. Aeyrius was an heir to the Oussana family, and was trained accordingly, viciously scolded for mistakes, and barely rewarded for achievement, for there is no such thing until perfection. That was before he was allowed to freely roam the worlds expanse, one which he thought waited for him with open arms and beauty.

 

But it did not...

 

The first day Aeyrius left his home town, he walked across a vast mountain, seeing body after body, one with it's entrails strung about, another missing an arm, the eyes still wide with terror as they died. Many others were scattered with less and more major dissections and violent acts against them. These were the first strike to Aeyrius', his world began to spin, and he doubted it was real, but after breathing in the rotting stench, intestines blowing in the wind of one of his fellow Mali'ker, the subject having been crucified long ago. He couldn't resist but unloading his lunch in the hillside, his eyes wide in disbelief, fear and panic as he ran down the hill, getting away from that disaster. He met a man, a mannered, seasoned Knight, which he led to the mess again, having to bear witness to himself as he hurled nauseously against the hillside. That was all and well for the first day in the real world... But it never ended...

 

 

Aeyrius desired an end to the madness, even after his mind was warped from his violent, and constant training, just wanting to armor himself for the world to come, so he entrusted the Darkhaven blacksmith, Relios, to reforge some Dwarven plate, which even in the end was a little heavy for him... At the end of the week, the armor was held up to him, and his eyes gleamed, he ran through the cavern as fast as he /could/, not realizing that the bridge he had ran over had started to creak and groan from the stress. While Aeyrius made it across fine, he turned back to see Relios falling, and exploding against the bottom of the cavern. He ran, screaming to find someone, where he met his Uncle, Valdax. He was forced to perform cannibalistic acts against the body of his friend, Relios, and other scarring things, all of which he could not bare to continue... Before something in him... Snapped. Not permanently, but at the time it was so unreal, that he truly believed it was fake, that he was dreaming, a grin was on his face the entire time he ate Relios' tongue, even through the taste. It came to his realization later that it was in fact, reality, and to his knowledge he had essentially fed on someone's tongue... He vomited, his eyes wide in insane fear and panic, he dry-heaved for hours after, blood vessels strained and burst in his eyes. It was his second day in the world outside...

 

The third day is when stories he had heard from other Dark Elves became obvious to him, they told him that these "White Rose" hunted them, hung them and crucified them brutally, torturing and beating them to submission. He had never thought too much on it, since it didn't matter to him, he was far from them, and the opposite. He began to leave the lands of Malinor, going to Salvus for the first time, but he was not encountered nicely, White Rose pulled out weapons on him. He thought it was crazy, how he was so young, yet they still attacked, why he thought, it only gave him more insight on how strong one must be in the world, and what they must put behind, to reach ahead. Aeyrius ran from these men, screaming for all he could, tears running down his cheeks and falling to the grass as he ran, leaving dust in his trail. He stopped, looking down once the pursuer had given up chase, collapsing to his knees, weeping silently to himself, gritting his teeth and grasping a clump of Earth in his hand, in a conflict of anger and sadness. His training led him to anger, he would pass those White Rose and reach the world beyond, and so he did.

 

For weeks to come he trained with his sister, Rathina Oussana, not perfecting, but hardening training he received earlier in the day, having two training sessions in one day. He also planned to begin training with hunting with the Kameki family, unfortunately their hands were full. Impatient to reach his goal, he set out for Kingston after a solid few weeks of training, passing the barrier by a complex, nerve-racking, time consuming trek around the deployed checkpoint. He would make it to the gates of Kingston, when it was still alive and bustling with life, to be met by the Inquisition and White Rose. They had taken the town of Kingston he would learn, Martial law in time of need. The group of White Rose and the Inquisitor beat him, blood seeping down his chin, onto his chest, and his mind tempted to slip out of consciousness, but he remained, being drug by his hair down into a dark room, surrounded in dim torches and magenta carpet. He was kicked, told to get up, and he clawed at the table side, pulling himself up, whimpering in defeat, before being told to walk to the post, he did not hesitate, too deep in his sorrow and despair to fight fate, instead being tied to the post, the Inquisitor walking closer with a pair of shears. At first he was scared, but than the Inquisitor started snipping his hair, and although it was an embarrassment, humiliation, it did not hurt, and so he relaxed, lowering his head.

 

Than the shears clamped down along his tongue.

 

Aeyrius screamed, blood spewing against the floor from the wound, Aeyrius gritting his teeth to stop the blood from escaping in a desperate attempt, his nostrils flaring instead of screams. He was branded with the new name Mementos, which he lived by in a cell for the next year, eating the dead that were thrown inside, wasting away from lack of food, he tried to escape at first, using the bones of the dead to make weapons, and cloth from his pants as a wrap around a stick for a handle, or sometimes another bone, but he gave up on that too. He sat there for all that time, silence, and when another was thrown inside in an attempt to cheer him up, they always failed, a puddle of blood there when Aeyrius would wake up the next morning instead of them. It became routine, life, Aeyrius began thinking of his name as Memento, and his home to be this cell, he began to forget his relatives and Darkhaven... Stored deep in the back of his mind.

Eventually he was let out, given a key to New Kingston, in which he eyed wearily, slowly walking into the light outside, blocking his eyes from the light, falling back from the intensity of being in darkness for a year, curling up into a ball on the stair case. Through all this time, he began to lose care, he began to harden, to hate, to want to kill all who did this. He fantasized about making sports of it, even at his young age, the type of dreams no average young boy had. It was the final straw, and it was the middle of the teeter-totter, Aeyrius began to descend into madness, questioning his reality at the age of Seven.

 

 

Aeyrius was now eight, and he had learned his place, to be like other children, innocent and kind, while his mind was not the same behind the facade, he didn't understand anything a more than a child, but he saw everything differently. He wanted them all to die and rot for the cruelty they have done, one day he may rise, either clouded by his insanity or glorified for his heroic stature and courage. A story to tell is still emerging with each day, as the Inquisition wants Aeyrius...

 

 

 

 

[Moot 1719]

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