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 Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2024 9:37 pm
Characters: Marcello and Sorya
Prompt: A young prince is sent to an isolated temple to learn to control his power. A little monk helps him navigate his new surroundings. Their reunion years later is bittersweet.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2025 9:15 pm
   Were Sorya to be asked, she would be hard pressed to pick out a favorite memory of her life spent in the temple; every moment she could recall was precious now, more precious than any jewel plucked from the earth. There were times that she regarded more fondly and with more warmth than others, and times that still wore heavy on her shoulders, in the pains she carried.
The first time she met the little prince Marcello was very much the former. With maybe a touch of amused annoyance.
He had looked so small holding Grand Mother Candena’s hand, freshly shaved and pouty about it. The Grand Mother had made Sorya solemnly promise to look after him, and Sorya had taken the responsibility very seriously, following the little prince at a distance in respect to his incredible hearing. With a hair-trigger temper fueled by the pain of hearing so much all the time, he had fussed over the littlest things, and Sorya had watched, learned, and listened as Mother Raubin advised she do. Her patient dedication was soon rewarded.
Of the few children they had had in the temple at the time, she had been the quietest, and had been the only one Marcello let take him by the hand to guide him somewhere peaceful, away from the hourly bells and chanted singing. He had blossomed as he grew accustomed to his magic and learned to control it under Grand Mother Candena’s careful guidance, and though Sorya remembered the years slipping by very slowly as a child, looking back on it he had grown far too quickly, departing from the temple in only a few years time. The last she had seen his face she had only just begun her journey into womanhood while the baby fat had still clung to his cheeks, but presumably the war kept him from continuing to make his visits to the temple past his tenth year. She had missed him, but separation was an illusion; he would always be there in her memories, and in her heart, just as she was sure she was in his.
Which was why when she crossed paths with a young man in the gardens, his verdant gaze gleaming in the waning light, she knew him for who he was. She would know him were she blind and deaf and he had an entirely different face. She smiled, and bowed, hand clasped over fist.
"Your highness, it has been too long."
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