Eternity

Hey!

So I've had this up for a while, and I've not updated in ages. I've been kind of busy with school. It has taken over my life a little bit.

Anyway, I've just reread this and there's a lot I'm not happy with. So I think I'm going to do pretty much a total rewrite. Hopefully, once that's done, I'll be ready to carry on with the story. I'm having a bit of trouble with the plot at the moment.

In the meantime, read Flame Embrace by EllzBells. It's a similar vein to this, and I really enjoyed it.

Love youse!

~C

4/4/13

So, the rewrite's going pretty well. I'm hopeful chapter one will be up soon, but I am totally snowed under with revision at the moment, plus I'm co-writing a fan fiction with my sister and she is /really/ bugging me to write that. It's kind of the middle of the night right now, but I can't sleep, so I'm writing instead.

The way it's going, I might actually split the events of this first chapter in two. We'll see what happens.

Love youse!

~C

My name is Presul. It means protector in Latin. My brother's name is Tutis. It means protected. We are from the Children of the Night. Here is our story.

Silensunus was the first silens we met. But she isn't the beginning of our story. No. Our story begins in a small village, Vomica Terra, which was once our home. It's an appropriate name - it means Cursed Earth, and it was both my and Tutis' personal hell. Our father hated us. Our mother was dead - she had died in mysterious circumstances. It was commonly said that she had died of a fall from a horse, but Tutis and I knew better. We knew that our father's merciless beatings were what killed her.

The village viewed us as evil. We had no friends, only enemies. But we would have put up with this if it hadn't been for that one night. Even many years later, now I am much older, that will always be the most shameful, and the most terrible night of my life. I don't know if Tutis remembers it, but if he does, I know he will agree. This is the only recount of that night in existence, as I hate to recount it. I just hope this will fall into the hands of someone who can bring my father to justice.

Our father rarely let us out of the house. We mostly stayed in our rooms, terrified that we would be beaten. This happened regularly, whenever my father was in the mood. We were slightly safer in our rooms - but not much. The only time we were allowed out of the house was when we were doing some sort of chore.

You see, I had been allowed out of the house with Tutis to buy some groceries. We had strict instructions to be back by four. We hurried from the house, eager to be rid of our father. But we had to take paths that were much longer than the main one, as the villagers would quite often give us a beating too. This meant that we had to hurry. If we were late there would be hell to pay.

We were glad, that day. I remember. We were going to the grocer's, and the grocer was the one person in the village who didn't hate us. But perhaps that was our undoing. She pitied us, and knew we were underfed. She talked to us, and gave us food, because she knew no-one else would. We eventually bid her goodbye, and took our time getting home. We thought we had plenty of time. As it turned out, we didn't. We arrived just a minute too late.

Of course this should be no problem, but our father was old fashioned, and cruel. He sent us to our rooms, locking us in and not feeding us at all. We sat there the entire evening, wondering and fearing what he would do to us. Eventually, we fell asleep. He didn't come for us that night. Oh no. He was biding his time. He was waiting until morning.