Post by sirfaust on Aug 28, 2004 11:14:36 GMT -5
::He slowly paced around his room. It was 1 in the morning, everything quiet. Quaint. Not but a mouse or a dragon were up in the castle, the rest snuggle together in there beds, dreaming of fairytales, battleships, pirates, broken bones, wounded hearts, and all the best of friendship. A wick lit up with intense flame as he room was now dimly lit. Faust walked across his floor, blodne spikes covering his face in the dim light as he strode over to an old delapidated chest. Slender digits ran over the lock as he looked at it, the carvings of the old Rhydin wood tickleing his rough palm. He unlatched the golden clasp as his eyes stared into the chest, reaching in one hand after another. he had remembered all that had happened in the last week. the idea of giving up. Those who had gone against him. Who had not trusted him. All honor that was lost. It was as if he was going backwards, being passed up by all. He remembered Kenna, Kolava, Saloace, Anduin, Kay, Arathorn, and the list would continue, on and one like waves in an ocean. Ripples in his life.
His soft fingertips would touch a picture. He pulled it out, it was a drawing given to him by another that he had kept for quite a while, a smirk looming over his face in the caliginous light. He then reached for a set of slightly burned sketches and a soft chuckle left his throat as if in a breath. The tokens would continue until he got to the bottom, a few weapons being pushed out of the way. His knights patch. Birth certificate. everything needed. He then spotted the small black box that haunted his dreams so. It was the time to open it. Again. To remember what was taught to him so long ago. Not to give up.... He wasnt to be jealous, nor was he to be scared.
As the silver lock unlatched itself he would be gazeing into portraits of his mother and father. A tear welling up in forest green orbs. The delicate fingertips would carress the paintings as he passed them on, placeing each in a stack upon the cold cobble floor. He then reached a picture of his father holsing him as a baby. An old kingdom, long forgotten, and long destroyed. He smirked malleably before contineuing. He would then touch the edge of a folded piece of paper. a parchment cracked and filled with age. As he pulled apart the paper he found the note his mother had written for him in case of any accident. The note before she had so unexpectidly passed into the realms of heaven.::
"when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
::She was right... He had done her wrong. He had done them all wrong. He was being exactly what he hated, living in pity and hopeing that everything else would change for him. But he was wrong. It was he who had to change, who had to go back to how things once were. To be the honor of GoldenMyst. To watch as others respected him. He had changed for the heart of one forgettign the heart of another. It was his duty to become that which he once was. The heart of his mother, the heart of himself.
He would close the clasp, placeing the black rectangle back inside the case with the rest of his belongings. the chest made a squeaking noise about its rusted hinges as he closed it shut. a soft breath going over the candle and diminishing the light. Tommorow is a new day. he would be a new man.::
His soft fingertips would touch a picture. He pulled it out, it was a drawing given to him by another that he had kept for quite a while, a smirk looming over his face in the caliginous light. He then reached for a set of slightly burned sketches and a soft chuckle left his throat as if in a breath. The tokens would continue until he got to the bottom, a few weapons being pushed out of the way. His knights patch. Birth certificate. everything needed. He then spotted the small black box that haunted his dreams so. It was the time to open it. Again. To remember what was taught to him so long ago. Not to give up.... He wasnt to be jealous, nor was he to be scared.
As the silver lock unlatched itself he would be gazeing into portraits of his mother and father. A tear welling up in forest green orbs. The delicate fingertips would carress the paintings as he passed them on, placeing each in a stack upon the cold cobble floor. He then reached a picture of his father holsing him as a baby. An old kingdom, long forgotten, and long destroyed. He smirked malleably before contineuing. He would then touch the edge of a folded piece of paper. a parchment cracked and filled with age. As he pulled apart the paper he found the note his mother had written for him in case of any accident. The note before she had so unexpectidly passed into the realms of heaven.::
"when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
::She was right... He had done her wrong. He had done them all wrong. He was being exactly what he hated, living in pity and hopeing that everything else would change for him. But he was wrong. It was he who had to change, who had to go back to how things once were. To be the honor of GoldenMyst. To watch as others respected him. He had changed for the heart of one forgettign the heart of another. It was his duty to become that which he once was. The heart of his mother, the heart of himself.
He would close the clasp, placeing the black rectangle back inside the case with the rest of his belongings. the chest made a squeaking noise about its rusted hinges as he closed it shut. a soft breath going over the candle and diminishing the light. Tommorow is a new day. he would be a new man.::