An Elf Called Fatry

Always Alone, Yet Somehow, Never Alone

"Mother! Mother! Look what I got for you!" A young Finral ran up behind Liliane and his little brother, Langris. He was holding a small flower pot with beep red flower buds. "The lady that I got it from said it's called 'Chocolate Cosmos'. She said it's a very rear flower that smells like chocolate when they open. I thought you would like it so I used some money Father gave me and bought one for you!"

Liliane turned to the young boy, who had a big smile on his face, thinking he did something that would make her happy.

"Finral?" She said coldly.

"Y-yes, Mother?"

"Do you understand that you are not my child."

"Y-yes...," he said as his smile faded.

"Because of that, what have I told you about calling me mother?"

"N-not to do it...," he replied looking down to the flowers in his hands.

"Then why did you just call me that no less then three times?"

"I-I'm sorry mo... er... Liliane.... It's just... you've been married to Father for as long as I can remember... and...."

"I don't care about that!" She said knocking the flowers out of his hands. The pot fell to the ground, shattering as the dirt flew everywhere. "You... You're not my child...! So the only one I love is Langris...!" She said placing her hands on Langris' shoulders, who gave Finral an arrogant grin.

Finral stared at the ground and forced back tears.

He knelt down when the two left and began to pick up the flowers, careful not to cut himself on the broken pot.

His step mother's cold words played threw his mind as he stared at the shattered clay and the spilt dirt, "The only one I love is Langris...!" He knew that, he always knew that... but hearing it said out loud hurt more then knowing it with out her verbal confirmation, and the tears he had held back began to fall.

In that moment the feeling of sympathy washed over him... a feeling with in his own heart and mind... yet wasn't his own emotions at all. This feeling belong to someone else and it was directed towards him. But it was impossible for two beings to occupy the same body.... Wasn't it?

This other person's feeling towards him made the tears come harder, not one member of his family had showed him any ounce of sympathy or remorse in so long he had forgotten what it felt like to be cared about.

"Young Lord Finral! What happened?" A maid said from the other end of the garden. 

He quickly whipped the tears and forced himself to stop crying before she noticed.

"Are these the flowers you bought for your mother?" She asked kneeling down in front of him.

"Uh-huh," Finral nodded once.

"What happened?"

"I was running and I tripped on a stone and dropped them," he lied. "I wanted to show mother them as quickly as possible."

"Why didn't you use your magic. It would have been quicker and safer."

"I was so excited I forgot I could do that," this wasn't a lie.

"Silly child. Here, come with me," she said taking the plant from him. "Lets go put this in a new Pot with some fresh dirt and water."

"O-okay," he said and followed her close behind.

The other being began to feel a little bit happier, and so he did too. This wasn't the first time he sensed this other presence within himself, and some how he new it wouldn't be the last. It comforted him knowing that even though he felt so alone in this larg mantion, somehow, he was never alone.