A Recent Dream

Chapter Three, A Faint Hope

". . . .Adversity or prosperity? Would you entertain the thought of being a slave? A part of me did, another felt contused and disparaged. Surly a slave might not bear hope. What future might there be? These questions had no use. They did not console me, but instead, only made me ponder a bootless quest. My mind is often an irk. It can't help it. It's just a stubborn faculty that likes quandary. Hence why I am often a hopeless caseload. I'm fine in winter, but spring brings me to fault. Thence I am blessed with these times, for now I put up with the elements, and others, as well as myself. Inasmuch and insofar as it enlightens me, this ease, I do so wish for my life to be of my own accord. Henceforward, I shall scheme a way out of this, for certain. But there is where my willpower flails between. Aye, life be easygoing this way, or hardcore in another, but as much as I wish to escape, is as much as I feel distanced from the world. Do I entertain the thought? Do you see my manmade perplexity here? What a stalemate. Neither desire is more powerful and urging then the other, and so what direction am I pulled? Why do I host two contrary wishes? I am not absolute in my path, a very pathetic thought, saddening. But in this adversity, with some appreciation, it can be both winter and spring. Yet, what with the facade? No, no it is not, but indeed it lingers, and so I dwell here, and in grief. Somehow, I entertain others with my zeal, and enthuse, yet sober and not rave. Somehow I show whom I was, but I do not know who I am, and what now, for what is there. . . ."

"What Sren wrote was a very flashy mess, and exaggeratedly accurate, and so we have no choice but to base this on many accounts, and edit to what is deemed fitting for your conscience."

This is some editors note.

The opulent rays of light shone from the ceiling, glowing vines reaching down. To the wall adjacent to the entryway, there lay a confined lava fall. The walls were yellow, with an assortment of decor, and trim. Coming from the entrance, the bed would be to the side. At this time, the liveliness of this modest grand bedroom, was lessened with the feel of an expectant loss. A father lay in bed, his son sitting beside, looking at him. The latter had to spend these brief moments well, for he knew he didn't have long. "My son, I know you have been troubled," the father said, his eyes faintly open. He looked to his child, a grownup. "Father, I will be fine. I'm more worried for you." He has been housebound, his death henceforth near. Many physicians and magicians, of the highest regard, had done all they could for him. The son, having been told of his fathers feeble life force, came to his side, and hasn't slept since. "Listen my boy, you have grown, and I am proud. Soon you will be bequeathed my title. You will have much to face. Remember what your mother and I, and your tutors have taught you." To this, the soon to be Viscount affirmed, but he struggled to say father. "I will... father," Shmuel said. The father sighed. "Shmuel, I know something more is troubling you. Your brother, he is undergoing his debut at the capital. It is untimely, but this was so sudden, and the kingdom has it this way. I want you to be close to him. You cannot blame him for your mothers death. It was my father who did not wish to help during her childbirth. I disgraced my fathers legacy," the father, Salic, said, hoping to aid his sons journey and clear things up. "Father... you never told me... I will make sure to set the past aright, but if it is so that mother was not a noble, then how did she?..." The young man began to ask. The father looked to the ceiling, watching the glimmering plants with a thought as to what will become of himself. "Nature, life, connection. It is beautiful. Do not let the ties of nobility keep you from joy, but keep to your responsibility..." the father sighed, then continued, "when I was your age, I had set out to better understand our turf, and the needs of our people. I saw many things I didn't like, some were good, some were bad. Yet some, something I didn't have. And out there, I found your mother. She was everything I could have dreamed of, and something more. We were hopelessly in love, but your grandfather did not approve. So I asked the late patriarch of House Wrefkruer for a favor, and I found favor with them. So they adopted Aline, and we did what we could to change her appearance, and then I went back to my father, and he was overjoyed that finally I had come to my senses and proposed marriage with another woman, although it wasn't arranged. And so Aline and I, married, but then eventually, he found out, and on that day, your mother was to give birth to your brother, and I had no share in my fathers expenses, so I had to beg him to holler physicians. But at the end, I had to do so myself. But it was far too late. Now you were a young boy back then, so you do not remember. I am sorry that I did not tell you this sooner... now my son, sometimes you must change where your focus is placed. You must see to it that you aspire for good, and do not jeopardize your happiness..." the father slowed as he went, his voice more feeble. "Father!" His son yelped. "I love...you...son." And so there went the lads life, he left his son to fulfill what he left behind, and wisdom to carry the grown boy through it.