Adar... it is my name.
Adar, which was his name, the name he was called by all who knew him. It was given to him by his uncle, after he had been 'adopted' by him. Adar was five years old when his birth parents died. He never knew why or how they died. One day they were there, then the next they weren't. His parents loved him. He remembered that, but the rest was hard to remember, even their faces.
His father's brother immediately took him in after that. He had never heard of this relative. Yet the day his parents died, he appeared, claiming to be his uncle. If he truly was, he never showed love of one. He abused Adar day after day.
Aaron ... My former name.
Aaron was the name given to him by his birth parents, a name he barely remembered being called by. The time of him being called Aaron was but a brief moment in his whole life.
His uncle had refused to live in the house Adar's parents owned; he simply sold the house, using the money to fuel his addiction for gambling and alcohol.
His uncle lived out farther from the town than most people. The cabin he and Adar stayed in needed more care than it was given.
The cabin was falling apart, the door already detaching from its hinges. His uncle was always a solitary man and a very greedy one at that. When Adar's parents died, he claimed all the belongings left in the house, mostly gambling them away.
He gambled away many of the clothes and household items that he took from Adar's house, only keeping the jewelry to himself in a hidden stash. Adar managed to sneak a necklace from the stash, one that belonged to his birth mother.
After a year, Adar's uncle died, murdered. And once again Adar was left to fend for himself. He knew the way to the town, but he refused to go there after his uncle died.
Many of his uncle's friends lived there and they would mostly take him in only to do the same things that wretched man did, maybe even worse.
He wandered into another county in search of a place to stay. He was once again alone in the world. But that all changed. A man found him roaming in the woods, his adoptive father. He brought him into his house and saved him from starvation. Adar then met his adoptive mother and finally his brother, Cane. Adar gave the necklace; he took from the stash, to his new mother as a gift.
8 years later, his mother, whom he loved beyond limitation, died. So ended another era of happiness. Once again, Adar holds the necklace, having no one he loves to give it to.
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Adar
FantasySet in the 18th century, colonial America, this story is set around the life of a boy, a boy who has always lived a life of pain . Now what he has just currently suffered, is beyond pain, grief, and death. He enters into a new era in his life, an e...
