- Title: On to Bigger and Better Things!
Characters: Tharor & Alhena[mom], Astrel[father]
Time: Morning/Autum/War-Era
Age: 11
Mood: Confused, excited, sad, curious
Summary: In order to progress, one must make tough decisions. Alhena moving her child from the only place he's known is one of those decisions.
Word count: 1074
"Tharor! Where are you child?! Its time to pack everything so we can leave! Don't want to miss the boat do you?" She tapped her foot against the wooden floor, glaring at the corner she last saw her wayward son fleeing to. Alhena knew he might've been just a little sad since he was leaving behind all his friends, but...A calloused hand made its way to her mouth, carefully biting her knuckle nervously. He was slowly nearing that age where he would be drafted, by choice or by force, into the Oblivionite army. Being a proud ex-militant herself, she was all for any and all able youth joining their forces.
Her son was the only exception.
Not because he was her child, but because her sweet child was too soft and being an Oblivionite with a personality like that is...Well...There's just no place for it no matter how she tries to make it fit some where. Alhena growled, stomping her foot. Really this child! "THAROR ANGE VESPEN!" He was trying her patience. hiding like this!
Tharor winced, covering his ears with a pout as his mother yelled for him.
She never uses his full name, meaning she must be getting pretty upset. However, the poor boy couldn't make his legs move while he was drawing circles on his bed. He didn't want to move contenents! That meant he had to make new friends, get used to everything, and try not to upset any of his neighbors by over watering their plants or poking their tails...
Wait!
It was as if a light bulb winked on in the youth's head.
He shouldn't be sad! All this moving meant that there was ADVENTURES TO BE HAD!!!! Tharor jumped off of his bed, nearly crashing into his mother with a wide smile. He didn't understand why his mother wanted to move, but as long as fun and new friends were involved, he'd gladly go anywhere with her. "I'm sorry mother! I promise Ill pack quickly so we can go. Just let me go get my bag~" He wrapped his arms around her tightly before heading to his room with a bit of pep in his step.
As she watched her son go, Alhena sighed and decided to take a quick trip to the near by brothel, intending to make peace with something that's tormented her for so long. Tharor's father was something she usually didn't like to talk about, so she often told anyone including her son, that he was a soldier in the army that died before he was born. It was much better to lie to her son about his origins rather than tell him that he was almost raised by a merchant, abandoned by the mother he loved so much, or the fact that he was a product of one drunken night of passion between a lonely officer and a whore looking for his next meal.
Coming to a quick stop at the entrance to the brothel Alhena took a deep breath before walking in, nodding to the owner who already knew who she was here for. "He's in the back on his break." the old croon hacked out as she was already walking in that direction. It was like he knew she was coming, always on his break whenever she wanted to see him.
Astrel already knew everything, he just wanted the conniving b***h to say it herself. For years he asked to see his son, to at least have him know he has a father that is willing to help him and his mother no matter what the cost. He would gladly sleep with as many clients as he could to ensure his son wanted for nothing. He inhaled deeply, the smoke of his pipe filling his lungs as he did so. Sure, he could understand Alhena being embarrassed, it was her mistake after all.
He didn't regret that night one bit.
Alhena was standing in front of him with a glare, hands on her hips. Yet another reason to keep him away from her child, she didn't want him to pick up his awful habits. "We're leaving today. I just wanted to tell you that you will not see your son...Ever. I know you've been sending people to keep watch over him and it isn't needed. YOUR help isn't needed. Understand Astrel? No more. If I wanted Tharor to know his father was a whore, I would've told him by now. He doesn't deserve to carry that burden." She sniffed and looked away. "This burden is mine and mine alone."
Astrel laughed then, setting down his pipe. This b***h had her nerve...Really she did. Crossing his legs, he looked her straight in the eye. "I knew that. I knew everything. No matter how far you go, I'll always protect and watch over my son. You have no say in what I do, and yes you may be leaving out of my grasp for now, but I will catch up. Do not assume Tharor will remain innocent forever Alhena..." He grinned then, getting up with such grace it was scary. "I AM Tharor's father. He will find out one way or another and when he does, I will be there to laugh as he denounces you as his mother." Having said his piece, Astrel left, his break was over anyways.
Alhena growled loud and low, nearly seeing read as the pompous a** finished his little speech, stomping her way out of the brothel to her home. She didn't have time to deal with him and apparently, Tharor packed everything, including the sword she used when she was in the army. The fact that he thought to bring it brought a smile to her face. Yes, she was making the right choice leaving Obsidian city. Too many memories and mistakes.
"Ready to go Thar?" She smiled as her little boy nodded eagerly, grabbing what he could, racing to her side. Alhena took one last look at their home before looking forward, towards the unknown.
Sometimes, difficult decisions needed to be made for the greater good and Alhena knew Tharor was the greater good in her life. She would make sure she raised him right, and hoped that if he found out the truth, he would understand why she kept it from him.
Mother knows best after all.
