That night I laid there in bed drowning in my own tears.
Drowning.
Drowning in my misery, till the only thing left was the pale world of dreams.
Even in the world of my dreams, fate seemed to kick me to the ground.
I dreamt of my mother.
I dreamt of those happy times where she would praise me and tell me what a joy I was.
That all came crashing down.
My father stepped forth from the dark recesses of my mind, berating mocking me. His words cut deep.
He called me a pathetic waste of akin, a disgrace to the our lineage.
I was a weakling who he would never be proud of. All I brought to him was shame.
To add insult to injury he praised and adored my younger brother, he gave him everything that was should have been mine. He passed every right of first born to my brother.
Yet even worse they both seemed to delight in my misery.
Even so I still seek his approval.
Why.
Why, oh why
Why do I seek his praise so?
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomanceA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
