This insomniac-troubled young lad cannot escape his nightmares; be it in daylight or under the carefully watching eye of the moon.
He lives on caffeine of drunkenly dancing to the sound of silence.
Will he be set free from this curse?
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The stables were Louis' most enjoyable location due to its desolate and bittersweet atmosphere. It had been there before the Valentine legacy had even moved in and they had barely changed its ancient standing. It was made from emerald moss stones of which could be taken apart like a tower of cards, Benjamin and Elizabeth had once painted the decrepit doorways a duck egg blue though the paint was chipping away. Vine and ivy crawled across the entire building and up to the copper and wood-slatted roof which was falling apart at the seams. The surrounding vegetation was gradually reclaiming its territory with abundant progress though the inside horses seemed to thrive in such an environment.
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There were only two horses present in the stable, a mother and son; the stallion was sold at the recent market at Fort Augustus but three months prior. They needed the money and he sold for a hefty price. Louis couldn't help but wonder how the colt felt after being torn away from his father...he could relate to his pain.
Louis' mother derived from the small town of Montreuil-sur-Mer in the centre of France. She had been enchanted by ideas of legacy and a life outside of the usual standards of modern day living. She was a woman of great enthusiasm to ideas of liberté, and égalité, constantly showing to her fellow maids the great idea of liberation amongst the French people. Of course, she was born during the pinnacle of the French Revolution, and grew up with such ideas.
After the death of General Jean Lamarque and the infamous "to the barricades!" erupted from Paris, she had opted to take her saved up francs and sous and travel to England to seek a new life in the industrial city. Her travels took her all the way to Scotland where she met her soon-to-be husband, Benjamin. There, they travelled together and spoke of each other's trauma. Then, in 1892, she gave birth to a healthy young boy who was named Louis.
