- Pronouns
- He/Him
Rosary_Omen
Legend
(Hah I'm so punny.)
This is part one of a few parts of Rain's backstory, because I really need to flesh it out more than just... a few sketchy notes here and there. It's not proofread, I'm too tired to care. I just wanted to get this written.
EDIT: I've edited a few bits in chapter one.
@Balatro @rimukinoki16
They were indebted to him, in fact, Theodimir and Ashryn Flynn owed Verner their lives. Hard times had fallen upon the couple, Ashryn was pregnant with their first child and Theodimir had been fired by his new boss. A racist dwarf who ejected all elven employees on the spot. The couple had fallen into debt and were begging on the city streets when they were approached by a seemingly kindly man who offered them a place to stay and a place to work.
Desperation and the oncoming winter drove them to say yes without a second thought. Before they knew it, they were living in a leaky building out of the back of the man’s grand mansion home. Indebted to him. Unpaid labor. Slaves.
They worked hard to earn their keep, Ashryn going into labor several months later and giving birth to a healthy baby boy. They named their child, Sefryn; he had his father’s silver eyes and his mothers silver hair. The boy grew quickly, as elves do, but once he was old enough to work, his childhood was put on hold. He learned to clean, carry and deliver messages. He never knew anything outside of this life for his first seven years.
It was just after he turned seven when his father caught what appeared to be a mild cough which got worse as time progressed. Verner grew tired of the sound and would yell at Theodimir, demand he silence himself. Most times, the elf would excuse himself and leave the room. He grew tired as the cough worsened, dark rings taking up permanent residence under his eyes and his once proud posture became hunched over.
Ashryn begged Verner to get him help, to get a doctor to come and see her sick husband. Her pleads fell upon deaf ears until one day Verner turned to her with a sneer on his face.
“He can be replaced.”
Those were his last words on the subject, as several days later, Theodimir’s health faded and he passed away, coughing the last of his life into the chilly air.
Ashryn was devastated and struggled to explain to her son where his father had gone. No seven year old should have to learn about death. Sefryn struggled to understand, the idea of death not making sense. Ashryn worked as hard as she could but she grew more and more tired, exhaustion slowly took it’s toll. She grew distant, depressed, dying of a broken heart. The eight year old child begged his Master to help her, to make her happy again. He promised to work harder than ever, he prayed to the Gods every night to save her.
One morning, she did not wake up.
Working that day was nearly impossible as her body was dragged away to be buried next to that of her husband. He was not allowed to say goodbye. No, there was work to be done. The child was numb as he worked, forcing his emotions and his pain to remain bottled up tightly. Was this all there was to life? Pain and misery? Forced to work for a man who refused to save his family for the rest of his life?
There had to be more than this.
Night fell and the sky seemingly wept for Ashryn, heavy droplets of rain slamming into the ground, puddles forming in indents in the earth. Sefryn stood at the window, his forehead pressed against the glass, just watching. Maybe he’d go see the rest of the world, see if it really was like this… Or if there really was more.
The moon was high in the sky, partially shrouded by dark clouds. The manor was quiet, everyone was asleep by now. Everyone except for him. Grabbing the only item he had to remember his parents, his father’s black scarf, Sefryn wrapped it around his shoulders as he slipped from the slave quarters. More slaves were arriving in the morning. It had to be now.
Bare feet padded softly over the carpeted floors as he made his way through the kitchen to the door where stocks of food were delivered. He grabbed some bread and stuffed it into his pockets before grabbing the heavy bolt and sliding it from the latch. The door pulled open easily, the creak muffled by the loud sound of the downpour outside.
Without a moment of hesitation, the silver elf stepped out into the rain, pulled the door closed behind him and ran off into the darkness. He had no idea where to go, he didn’t care. As long as he was away from this place. His feet pounded over the soggy ground, water splashing up over his clothing as he stepped into puddles, the rain soaking him quickly. His breath fogged in the air, burning in his chest as he forced himself to keep running into the night.
This is part one of a few parts of Rain's backstory, because I really need to flesh it out more than just... a few sketchy notes here and there. It's not proofread, I'm too tired to care. I just wanted to get this written.
EDIT: I've edited a few bits in chapter one.
@Balatro @rimukinoki16
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He was seven years old when he lost his father, seven short years was barely enough time to really get to know the man. It had started with nothing more than a simple cough, it seemed nothing to worry about. All the cough really did at the start was cause irritation to the man the silver elf family had to call Master. Their Master owned them, he gave them enough food to survive and a roof over their heads. All they had to do in return was to obey his every word and keep his manor pristine and his family fed.
They were indebted to him, in fact, Theodimir and Ashryn Flynn owed Verner their lives. Hard times had fallen upon the couple, Ashryn was pregnant with their first child and Theodimir had been fired by his new boss. A racist dwarf who ejected all elven employees on the spot. The couple had fallen into debt and were begging on the city streets when they were approached by a seemingly kindly man who offered them a place to stay and a place to work.
Desperation and the oncoming winter drove them to say yes without a second thought. Before they knew it, they were living in a leaky building out of the back of the man’s grand mansion home. Indebted to him. Unpaid labor. Slaves.
They worked hard to earn their keep, Ashryn going into labor several months later and giving birth to a healthy baby boy. They named their child, Sefryn; he had his father’s silver eyes and his mothers silver hair. The boy grew quickly, as elves do, but once he was old enough to work, his childhood was put on hold. He learned to clean, carry and deliver messages. He never knew anything outside of this life for his first seven years.
It was just after he turned seven when his father caught what appeared to be a mild cough which got worse as time progressed. Verner grew tired of the sound and would yell at Theodimir, demand he silence himself. Most times, the elf would excuse himself and leave the room. He grew tired as the cough worsened, dark rings taking up permanent residence under his eyes and his once proud posture became hunched over.
Ashryn begged Verner to get him help, to get a doctor to come and see her sick husband. Her pleads fell upon deaf ears until one day Verner turned to her with a sneer on his face.
“He can be replaced.”
Those were his last words on the subject, as several days later, Theodimir’s health faded and he passed away, coughing the last of his life into the chilly air.
Ashryn was devastated and struggled to explain to her son where his father had gone. No seven year old should have to learn about death. Sefryn struggled to understand, the idea of death not making sense. Ashryn worked as hard as she could but she grew more and more tired, exhaustion slowly took it’s toll. She grew distant, depressed, dying of a broken heart. The eight year old child begged his Master to help her, to make her happy again. He promised to work harder than ever, he prayed to the Gods every night to save her.
One morning, she did not wake up.
Working that day was nearly impossible as her body was dragged away to be buried next to that of her husband. He was not allowed to say goodbye. No, there was work to be done. The child was numb as he worked, forcing his emotions and his pain to remain bottled up tightly. Was this all there was to life? Pain and misery? Forced to work for a man who refused to save his family for the rest of his life?
There had to be more than this.
Night fell and the sky seemingly wept for Ashryn, heavy droplets of rain slamming into the ground, puddles forming in indents in the earth. Sefryn stood at the window, his forehead pressed against the glass, just watching. Maybe he’d go see the rest of the world, see if it really was like this… Or if there really was more.
The moon was high in the sky, partially shrouded by dark clouds. The manor was quiet, everyone was asleep by now. Everyone except for him. Grabbing the only item he had to remember his parents, his father’s black scarf, Sefryn wrapped it around his shoulders as he slipped from the slave quarters. More slaves were arriving in the morning. It had to be now.
Bare feet padded softly over the carpeted floors as he made his way through the kitchen to the door where stocks of food were delivered. He grabbed some bread and stuffed it into his pockets before grabbing the heavy bolt and sliding it from the latch. The door pulled open easily, the creak muffled by the loud sound of the downpour outside.
Without a moment of hesitation, the silver elf stepped out into the rain, pulled the door closed behind him and ran off into the darkness. He had no idea where to go, he didn’t care. As long as he was away from this place. His feet pounded over the soggy ground, water splashing up over his clothing as he stepped into puddles, the rain soaking him quickly. His breath fogged in the air, burning in his chest as he forced himself to keep running into the night.
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