When our children need us the most, we’re obliged to help them. Even despite our personal feelings or anything on the matter, they’re the greatest thing we could possibly be blessed with because they’re beautiful and precious to us. It’s the nature of all beings, but there are some who forget this message and think of themselves before the little ones who look up for them to guide them. Unfortunately, the prevalence of this happens to be annoyingly steadfast and for ten year old Reginald Larexen, the better hand slapped him in the face.
That Reggie, how he attempted to give joy to his mother. Ultimately, the elvairy consistently found salt at the bottom of a wet barrel and was constantly running her feet ragged while chasing a dream that was pure, fair, and kind. Maybe satisfaction’s arms just folded or maybe she believed no one would truly give her son a life cherished. Who knows, really. In the poor garden district of East Guild, Yaliat, money had been the cream of the crop of sin and robbers decided twice that Tilia would certainly become a depressive episode and an angry lout. At the same time, her trying always seemed to finalize in vain to satisfy her son's needs but she never paid a thought to her own while the world ubiquitously forgot her and her green eyed youngster.
Reggie’s constant isolation was something she somehow never fixed no matter how many times she tried. To Reggie himself, his mother became the person who was forgetting about him on a ledge with the rain and would rather waste her nights away drinking in the many brothels. Reggie reached out to lighten her day with jokes or small gifts, but she always would revert back to her depressive way.
Suddenly! A light willed itself to come affront! His name was Jalroth, someone who’d be present dutifully or promised to be soulfully consistent. He was everything Reggie’s mother had been searching for upon the bright stars and more. His quiet voice was a soft fluffy pillow, his patience from nurse to patient, and his words just against the unjust. For the first time in their misery evermore, it seemed the light shining warm at the periphery of their tunnel had finally reached them. That light eventually would blind them though.
Still, the engagement among the two of them came on quick and before Reggie even would have time to process, they had purchased an old wooden house together that was cutesy and quaint, the most miniscule on a block of behemoth brick megastructures. Their life started gestating in togetherness anew and at last they became a family.
On the eve of their white wedding, they held the function in the most massive cathedral they could afford and as a ceremony it was more than just jake. Certainly not religious at heart, Tilia hadn't graced a church since her years as a mere fille, though for this figure of resolve and strength it was obvious she’d embrace religion with a blessed beam on her weathered face. She glared down at a smiling Reggie, seeing him brightening with pride. To say she was on top of the world with three chips in her hat would be understating a grandiose feeling. While she waited nervously at the altar, she waited and continued to wait until waiting was insufficient. Jalroth had gone, abandoning both longers in this most needed time.
As she and Reggie found their home, they would find the groom drunk crying while tucking his hair behind his ears as he always did in a force of habit. Apparently his heart grappled with unsureness, but they’d see. Predictably, the relationship in the short term began to cause toxicity as arguments ramped up in intensity fast just to abscond absurdly quickly. Why did this person have no desire to cure his mother’s heart, Reggie constantly questioned. After all, out of all the bad apples she was a peach and the disconnection caused the boy to shut him away and scoff at his insubordination.
His selfishness was revealing its boundlessness, showing ill reprieve until the morn he decided to actually tie the knot. It
went differently this time, but now Tilia latched onto him harder, and pulled away from him wider, causing her to begin to pay her lover more attention than her own son. Again she started to leave him on a ledge with the rain, and this time it’s to a patronizer who’d flit out of the house frequently and stay eerily absent for many nights later than appropriate.
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In Aeternum
FantasyIn a world where people are born with magical abilities, a prideful prince likes to do things his way. But when he meets a pirate obliviant, a persecuted race born without magic, his world begins to change.
