In Aeternum

Prologue

As I sit here, I ask myself one question: should I let go my vengeance? I am the son of a bastard after all so I think I should be one too but… then again… my sister Esmerelda, her innocent eyes looking at me wondering why I’m upset, brings me peace. When it comes to her, she’s always there for me. A little pick me up if you will. Starts with a,

“What’s the matta’ Pernicious?”

But I can’t tell her. The truth of it would steal her innocence, perhaps drag her down the same path I’m on now so I simply smile and tell her the dog ate my muffin, which most of the time makes her smile. But the truth… I’ve seen angels fall from blinding heights, cut down in their prime for simply the gray color of their skin, red of their eyes, and just the fact that they were born non-magical to magical parents. Speaking of which, the magical themselves think they’re so magnificent in their pompous dress and with their systematic agendas to harass and humiliate whomever they see fit. 

Just yesterday there was news afoot of an obliviant merchant boy who refused to give over his stock to a band of merciless thieves. They gutted him, stringing his body in the back alleyways. Of course the news went asunder as it normally does, but I believe many are beginning to take notice of our two hundred year plight and preternance we’ve faced for so long. After all, it couldn’t have gone on forever without someone eventually deciding to take notice, though it seemed like it for some reason. Our hope was diminished, but it’s creeping on.

My father notices me sitting atop his high chair when he comes into the throne room, his wrinkled forehead pushing upward as he takes heed. Many times have I done that and he always punishes me for it, brutally at times. Sitting atop the throne gets me three lashes and has every time. Wonder what I could do to get four? Hm. Not one to stray from pain I am though for I know it well and pushed myself to become nearly numb to it entirely. No man, no being can defeat me in single combat though… sometimes I desire for them to.

Reginald's voice snaps, “No matter how many times I tell you to stop that you deliberately disobey me!”

I'm reading can't he see? In Aeternum: The Fall of Fourspire it's called and I just started it again for the fourth time. A few merchants carry it still, pass it around the country despite it being outlawed. The author is unknown though I believe something terrible happened to him, seeing the contents of it and all where he told the truth as it is in small supply these days. Maybe that’s why I love it so much. How I wish I could be like Valluin, a king who knew what sacrifice meant for his kingdom, unlike my father, just like my brother.

Honestly if I were to tell people how I felt about my father it would probably go right over their heads, but his heinous action has provoked me into this terrible hatred. Once a protest for the rights of my kind took heed, he found it necessary to plot and deceive to make sure no matter who was standing no longer remained that way. My younger brother, the fool and heir apparent to the throne I undoubtedly deserved, decided it his sworn duty to help. Perhaps he thought that by ascending himself into aeternum it would create some sort of peace. Unfortunately I’ve found this world to penalize such optimism because his sacrifice meant nothing to them. They just… fired on us anyway. We were just becoming reacquainted and now his soul belongs to the reverie.

My love Icarus, the one I give my heart to, took it upon himself to leave me here just when I needed him the most to be with that princess who truly doesn’t know how lucky she is. For that she has my envy. How could he marry her when I am right here? Am I not enough? I could hate Georgina… I really could… but if she makes him happy, she has my respect. That handsome lad deserves a good kind heart and if Georgina has that, which I know she does, then by Empyrean let it be. I’ll just be here longing for the day my someone comes along. He was supposed to be.