Post by Kalrad (THE MUFFIN!!!) on Oct 28, 2009 1:05:38 GMT -5
"Leorand, what is the world like?" A young boy with, awkward though it be, blue hair and silver eyes, looked up at his mentor. The boy's clothes were a simble white T and blue jeans, though with his build, somehow it looked professional. Leorand had the kid working on the farm with him, moving hay, feeding animals, even at times working the slaughter house so they could eat.
"Well," Leorand looked up at the sky, a common habit of his when he was thinking, "It's an expansive place, many lands separated by bodies of water." He said, looking down at his farm hand. "There are many people out there, maybe even more like you." Leorand chuckled, trying to cheer up the lonely child. In the short time that he knew him, the boy had shown incredible intellect and amazing feats of strength.
"Will, I get to see them?" The boy asked, hope dancing in his eyes. Leorand kept a smile on his face, even though below the visage, he felt like he was only hurting the kid.
"Yeah," Leorand assured him, "Of course you will, but first we need to finish up here." With a playful smile, the boy ran off toward the chicken coop to feed, collect eggs and pick out a healthy hen for tonight's dinner. No matter what happens, Daem, never lose that smile. With a heavy sigh, Leorand walked toward the pig pen to feed them.
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Daem slept peacefully in his bed, his mind far from the troubles that Leorand knew were taking place in the world beyond the farm. Watching his adoptive son sleep, Leorand smiled happily, taking notice of what he knew would leave sooner or later, but he had a feeling it would be sooner. Making as little noise as possible, he moved away from his son's room and out into the living room, where he sat on the couch and wept softly. He had lost most of everything so far. His wife died of some disease that apparently she got off of the animals, his birth son succumbed to crib death, and the farm was slowly going under.
The tears ran freely as he remembered is past, though everytime he thought about it, Daem's smiling face popped into his mind. Daem had seemed to come out of nowhere, already a fifteen year old child, three years older than his son would have been now. He took in the orphaned child, choosing not to question anything. He fed him, bathed him, and hemmed some of his own clothes for Daem to wear.
He stopped sobbing and smiled as he remembered Daem. He chuckled at the thought of Daem's first try at milking the cows, then laughed when he remembered Daem being chased around the coop by the rooster. All that was over, but was still comforting to him, as of now, all the animals seemed to respect Daem, as if they had accepted him into their group.
"I wonder... will he work well out in the real world?" Leorand smiled, then felt a spasm hit him and began coughing violently. When the fit subsided, he looked at his hand with exhausted shock. Blood painted his palm and he could still taste the coppery liquid on the back of his tongue. He was starting to succumb to what his late wife cought, and he knew his time was running short.
"Well," Leorand looked up at the sky, a common habit of his when he was thinking, "It's an expansive place, many lands separated by bodies of water." He said, looking down at his farm hand. "There are many people out there, maybe even more like you." Leorand chuckled, trying to cheer up the lonely child. In the short time that he knew him, the boy had shown incredible intellect and amazing feats of strength.
"Will, I get to see them?" The boy asked, hope dancing in his eyes. Leorand kept a smile on his face, even though below the visage, he felt like he was only hurting the kid.
"Yeah," Leorand assured him, "Of course you will, but first we need to finish up here." With a playful smile, the boy ran off toward the chicken coop to feed, collect eggs and pick out a healthy hen for tonight's dinner. No matter what happens, Daem, never lose that smile. With a heavy sigh, Leorand walked toward the pig pen to feed them.
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Daem slept peacefully in his bed, his mind far from the troubles that Leorand knew were taking place in the world beyond the farm. Watching his adoptive son sleep, Leorand smiled happily, taking notice of what he knew would leave sooner or later, but he had a feeling it would be sooner. Making as little noise as possible, he moved away from his son's room and out into the living room, where he sat on the couch and wept softly. He had lost most of everything so far. His wife died of some disease that apparently she got off of the animals, his birth son succumbed to crib death, and the farm was slowly going under.
The tears ran freely as he remembered is past, though everytime he thought about it, Daem's smiling face popped into his mind. Daem had seemed to come out of nowhere, already a fifteen year old child, three years older than his son would have been now. He took in the orphaned child, choosing not to question anything. He fed him, bathed him, and hemmed some of his own clothes for Daem to wear.
He stopped sobbing and smiled as he remembered Daem. He chuckled at the thought of Daem's first try at milking the cows, then laughed when he remembered Daem being chased around the coop by the rooster. All that was over, but was still comforting to him, as of now, all the animals seemed to respect Daem, as if they had accepted him into their group.
"I wonder... will he work well out in the real world?" Leorand smiled, then felt a spasm hit him and began coughing violently. When the fit subsided, he looked at his hand with exhausted shock. Blood painted his palm and he could still taste the coppery liquid on the back of his tongue. He was starting to succumb to what his late wife cought, and he knew his time was running short.
