"I am light like a feather. A feather you lost, my beautiful bird. Please forgive me, cease your flight for only a second, take me back. I am yours. All I want is to be with you, where you are, hear your songs.. don't leave me alone, my bird.." -Coilu
He knew it would happen. His mother warned him. He even knew why it would happen. His father told him. He was ready when the humans came and killed his parents. He was ready to die. His was too young and too weak to even try to escape the fate, let alone put a fight. And that woman meant to kill him, but her man stopped her. He said it was wrong and he won't let her. She didn't like it, but submitted to him. So Coilu became their slave. He wasn't Coilu at that point. It was the name the woman gave him, to replace his own, the one he didn't have the right to carry and even remember anymore. He knew what his new name meant, it was a meric wordplay, she called him 'Dead'. She laughed at him, but as insulting as it was, he meekly accepted the name, as well as his new self.
His parents' murderers and his captors were a noble couple from High Rock, and their castle became his new home. The man lost any interest in him soon after he was brought there. What kindness he might see in the man's actions before was replaced with an exaggerated harshness, no doubt meant to eradicate any hope for an indulgence in the young elf. In contrast, the woman appeared quite reasonable and benevolent, even showing a semblance of сompassion to him at times. It was still far from a comfortable relationship, but they understood each other, and trusted each other, in that sense. There was more in that trust than the people around, even her husband, would ever realize. It was both in the way they saw the world and in the past they shared.
Her job wasn't too different from what his parents did. They all played the same game, they just belonged to different sides, and this woman.. she was a killer, she won this fight of hers by merely eliminating the adversary. Though it was still her job, to him she was from the same league as were his parents, and he didn't feel hateful or vengeful toward her, maybe out of esteem, maybe just too broken to have any strong feelings anymore, and in turn she recognized him, not as her son, not at all, rather as a former enemy. She learnt to find an ease in his company, to enjoy his quiet attention, often he appeared the only one in the entire castle to understand her thoughts, she was with him when she should be with her husband. And once their son was old enough, they entrusted him into the hands of the elf. The boy became the elf's new owner..
Whatever the humans had to abuse or reward the elf with was always accepted with the same unfailing obedience, they never had a reason to suspect him of a rebellion or even a negligence. He was always loyal and responsible.. just in the rare moments of solitude he fetched his flute and played his sad tune about translucent sky-high towers sparkling like jewels in the last beams of the setting sun, about beautiful beings in flying ships that would arrive some day to take him home..
He knew it would happen. His mother warned him. He even knew why it would happen. His father told him. He was ready when the humans came and killed his parents. He was ready to die. His was too young and too weak to even try to escape the fate, let alone put a fight. And that woman meant to kill him, but her man stopped her. He said it was wrong and he won't let her. She didn't like it, but submitted to him. So Coilu became their slave. He wasn't Coilu at that point. It was the name the woman gave him, to replace his own, the one he didn't have the right to carry and even remember anymore. He knew what his new name meant, it was a meric wordplay, she called him 'Dead'. She laughed at him, but as insulting as it was, he meekly accepted the name, as well as his new self.
His parents' murderers and his captors were a noble couple from High Rock, and their castle became his new home. The man lost any interest in him soon after he was brought there. What kindness he might see in the man's actions before was replaced with an exaggerated harshness, no doubt meant to eradicate any hope for an indulgence in the young elf. In contrast, the woman appeared quite reasonable and benevolent, even showing a semblance of сompassion to him at times. It was still far from a comfortable relationship, but they understood each other, and trusted each other, in that sense. There was more in that trust than the people around, even her husband, would ever realize. It was both in the way they saw the world and in the past they shared.
Her job wasn't too different from what his parents did. They all played the same game, they just belonged to different sides, and this woman.. she was a killer, she won this fight of hers by merely eliminating the adversary. Though it was still her job, to him she was from the same league as were his parents, and he didn't feel hateful or vengeful toward her, maybe out of esteem, maybe just too broken to have any strong feelings anymore, and in turn she recognized him, not as her son, not at all, rather as a former enemy. She learnt to find an ease in his company, to enjoy his quiet attention, often he appeared the only one in the entire castle to understand her thoughts, she was with him when she should be with her husband. And once their son was old enough, they entrusted him into the hands of the elf. The boy became the elf's new owner..
Whatever the humans had to abuse or reward the elf with was always accepted with the same unfailing obedience, they never had a reason to suspect him of a rebellion or even a negligence. He was always loyal and responsible.. just in the rare moments of solitude he fetched his flute and played his sad tune about translucent sky-high towers sparkling like jewels in the last beams of the setting sun, about beautiful beings in flying ships that would arrive some day to take him home..
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