Husband, son, famous sculpture - kidnapped, prisoner, slave
These are the Journals of Kowèn - a story of a husband, son, famous sculpture turned prisoner and slave, who tries to find his way back to his former life in the loving embrace of his husba...
Where do I begin? Do I write of my fairytale childhood surrounded by my five sisters and my loving mother and father? Or do I tell the story of how I ended up in the comforting arms of my husband, Yorah? The one son father had wed to yet another man in Baster. Do I speak of the countless misunderstandings and conflicts arising between us because of who I love? What about the one thing that has kept me alive through this whole nightmare?
My former life... the life my mind replays as I sleep, was taken from the pages of a cheerful man filled with joy, determination, and love. The old me is a distant ghost, teasing me in a mirror just outside my reach.
Five years may not seem long, but five years is an age for the tormented and the people searching and longing for their beloved's return.
I suppose I begin with the things that have kept me alive, the people who were left behind as I left my home to create another sculpture for yet another customer. I have five siblings, and I was the middle child of my crazy and joyful family. I was the only boy in a home of girls. But I never did mind that. I loved it. They cared for me, and I grew up knowing love and friendship, which many never get to experience.
People described me as a man with a smile that lit up every room I entered. I loved being the center of attention in one way or another. Pranks and jokes followed in my wake. I was the never-ending toastmaster at weddings. And I was quite the charmer...
It dawned on me quite early on that I was interested in men, not women. Perhaps it was because of my sisters who always spoke about the cute guys they saw, or maybe it was because I've just been drawn to them. Either way, I never had to explain my feelings to anyone. Save for my father's slight disapproval. Other than him, everyone accepted me for who I loved. Compared to other countries in Auber, the Dominion actually accepts people of all sexual orientations. That may be the sole glimpse of promise my homeland has to offer...
I actually met my husband at a wedding for my older sister, Selicia. His name was Yorah, and I loved him with every part of my being. I still do. His charcoal dark hair reaching far beyond his shoulders and his intoxicating brown eyes drew me in fast. Yorah was unlike any other man I've met. He's the kind of person who makes everything come to a halt once he enters a room. At first, I was pretty intimidated by him and his presence, but I quickly realized that he just held that effect on people and I was more than willing to get pulled in.
I worked and traveled a lot during my first years as an adult. When I was a boy, my parents would find me building sandcastles and making clay sculptures. I don't know what it is, but shaping something from one thing to another has always spoken to me. I love creating things, and that's why I became a sculptor. I worked with clay, metals, and stone. Once people from other hamlets and cities saw my work at my home, I got a wave of requests thrown at me to create sculptures. People from all levels of society: nobles and mayors contacted me, and I gladly worked for them.
I don't like to brag, but there was no soul around that could do the things I did as a sculpture. No one alive, at least. I pour my heart and soul into my projects. I only wish I had understood the risks of not belonging to a specific family or guild. Or rather... I wish I hadn't let myself be as sought after as I became. I could have stayed in Baster and kept close to my loved ones. There are many things the ghosts beyond the mirror taunt me with...
Sculpting wasn't only my profession or an interest: it's a part of me. If someone took that away from me, I would be an empty, hollow shell. When I tried to settle down and focus on Yorah... I felt like a part of me was dying. I felt it and he saw it. I was slowly fading and my temper shifted. Small things aggravated me. Before it escalated, we brought it back into my life, which was the greatest mistake I've ever made.
Kowèn's Portrait
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