Post by Oropher on Jul 3, 2006 17:29:57 GMT
The soft sound of the hooves of his horse against the ground was a comforting sound to Oropher. The trees swaying in the breeze and the sight of a few Elves here and there was even a happy sight to the Half Elf. It met he was home, whether they liked that or not he did not know or care. He had come back to see his Mother. Not these fools. However being back in the forest did harbor old memories for th Elf painful memories.Thinking back to his childhood he remembered every cruel painful thing that ever happened to him. How Elves had treated him horribly for no reason. At least no reason in his mind could make sense. As he passed through a grove of trees he saw it. The small home that housed his Mother. There were and fifteen homes around it. His Village. Oropher was reluctant to go to her, those people who had made his life hell where there. He had to however, so urging the horse forward he trotted down the hill.
As Oropher pushed the door open to his childhood home he felt the warmth of the fire rush into him head on. Nothing had changed. His Mother beautiful as ever sat at the small table reading. Maids running everywhere to prepare her meals and keep her home clean. Oropher made sure he looked proper before going to his mother. His hair pulled back into a single braid, his leather armor having no marks or being dirty. He looked like the proper son she had raised. Oropher walked up to his Mother and placed a hand on her shoulder. She knew it instantly and stood hugging her son tightly. No one would have ever expected him to return to the place of his torment. The place that had driven him to murder so long ago. He had come back however, and it felt right now that he was in the arms of his mother.
" Oropher, hurry up you Bastard! Oropher come on we don't have all day! Oropher you should have left with your Father!" The yells of the Elves filled his sleeping mind and his body broke out in a cold sweat. Tossing and turning he awoke and pulled himself from the bed. He grabbed his tunic and pulled it on ,not closing it, before walking outside. He looked out to the village, the one his Mother had been excluded from because she had given birth to Oropher. How could these close minded Elves be so cruel. His Mother had lived he for centuries and then she had bared a child and in one night had been forgotten. Why? Why was he such a disgrace? He still had everything that made the Elves what they were. What was it about his blood that bred such hate for him. It had been something that had confused him ever since childhood.
As he entered the home again he looked at his sleeping Mother. His heart ached as he saw her sleeping. She pretended that her life was great, he however knew it wasn't. She had been banished by the other Elves. Only the maids held her company, and where only kind because they had to be. She lived a destroyed life, she had given birth to Oropher, and she had chosen to love him and raise him instead of killing her child. She ad bee a proper Mother and that had led to her being hated. It pulled at Orophers soul and he knew there was only one was he could free his Mother. All Elves where reborn, if she was reborn she had a better chance at life the second time. She could be freed from her tainted son and her tainted past. She could restart he life and have a chance at the wonderful one she deserved.
Oropher slowly unsheathed one of the daggers he used as weapons. That he used with such deadly perfection it was an art form to him. Walking to her bed he sat beside it and stroked her brow before planting a gentle kiss upon her lips." I love you Mother." He whispered. She awoke and smiled stroking her cheek. Then a look of shock entered her eyes and her hand fell. The dagger embedded in her chest, it had pierced her heart. He held her until he was sure of her death. He then pulled the dagger out, which made a sickening sucking noise as it came loose. Then looking down at his Mother he shed a single tear before walking outside. He looked at the home that had been his safe haven for so long against the horrors of the outside world. He then closed his eyes and smiled. He had set her free.
Finally Oropher did was he had to. He entered the house and killed every Maid silently. If news got out he had murdered his Mother they would never understand. He had done it to save her, not to be cruel. Not because he hated her. To free her from her life. From her son. Those foolish Elves however would have said he did it out of cold blood. He couldn't risk it. So after disposing the maids he stood outside holding a torch into his hand, and he tossed it onto the home. He had placed hay from the barn throughout the home and it went up instantly. Watching it burn he smiled and turned looking out to the village. They knew who the shadow before the burning home was. They knew Oropher had burned his own home, and knew he had killed his Mother. They had waited for it to happen. Oropher had just convinced himself he had done it out of love, not hatred for her. For not conceiving him by an Elven man.
In truth his hatred for his Mother did run deep. So deep he did not even know it existed. It was always just there in his sub-conscience. Swaying key decisions. Like tonight he had thought to kill his Mother to free her but deep down he had wanted to do it out of hatred for her. And he had gone through with it. He had killed the last person who loved him.
As Oropher pushed the door open to his childhood home he felt the warmth of the fire rush into him head on. Nothing had changed. His Mother beautiful as ever sat at the small table reading. Maids running everywhere to prepare her meals and keep her home clean. Oropher made sure he looked proper before going to his mother. His hair pulled back into a single braid, his leather armor having no marks or being dirty. He looked like the proper son she had raised. Oropher walked up to his Mother and placed a hand on her shoulder. She knew it instantly and stood hugging her son tightly. No one would have ever expected him to return to the place of his torment. The place that had driven him to murder so long ago. He had come back however, and it felt right now that he was in the arms of his mother.
" Oropher, hurry up you Bastard! Oropher come on we don't have all day! Oropher you should have left with your Father!" The yells of the Elves filled his sleeping mind and his body broke out in a cold sweat. Tossing and turning he awoke and pulled himself from the bed. He grabbed his tunic and pulled it on ,not closing it, before walking outside. He looked out to the village, the one his Mother had been excluded from because she had given birth to Oropher. How could these close minded Elves be so cruel. His Mother had lived he for centuries and then she had bared a child and in one night had been forgotten. Why? Why was he such a disgrace? He still had everything that made the Elves what they were. What was it about his blood that bred such hate for him. It had been something that had confused him ever since childhood.
As he entered the home again he looked at his sleeping Mother. His heart ached as he saw her sleeping. She pretended that her life was great, he however knew it wasn't. She had been banished by the other Elves. Only the maids held her company, and where only kind because they had to be. She lived a destroyed life, she had given birth to Oropher, and she had chosen to love him and raise him instead of killing her child. She ad bee a proper Mother and that had led to her being hated. It pulled at Orophers soul and he knew there was only one was he could free his Mother. All Elves where reborn, if she was reborn she had a better chance at life the second time. She could be freed from her tainted son and her tainted past. She could restart he life and have a chance at the wonderful one she deserved.
Oropher slowly unsheathed one of the daggers he used as weapons. That he used with such deadly perfection it was an art form to him. Walking to her bed he sat beside it and stroked her brow before planting a gentle kiss upon her lips." I love you Mother." He whispered. She awoke and smiled stroking her cheek. Then a look of shock entered her eyes and her hand fell. The dagger embedded in her chest, it had pierced her heart. He held her until he was sure of her death. He then pulled the dagger out, which made a sickening sucking noise as it came loose. Then looking down at his Mother he shed a single tear before walking outside. He looked at the home that had been his safe haven for so long against the horrors of the outside world. He then closed his eyes and smiled. He had set her free.
Finally Oropher did was he had to. He entered the house and killed every Maid silently. If news got out he had murdered his Mother they would never understand. He had done it to save her, not to be cruel. Not because he hated her. To free her from her life. From her son. Those foolish Elves however would have said he did it out of cold blood. He couldn't risk it. So after disposing the maids he stood outside holding a torch into his hand, and he tossed it onto the home. He had placed hay from the barn throughout the home and it went up instantly. Watching it burn he smiled and turned looking out to the village. They knew who the shadow before the burning home was. They knew Oropher had burned his own home, and knew he had killed his Mother. They had waited for it to happen. Oropher had just convinced himself he had done it out of love, not hatred for her. For not conceiving him by an Elven man.
In truth his hatred for his Mother did run deep. So deep he did not even know it existed. It was always just there in his sub-conscience. Swaying key decisions. Like tonight he had thought to kill his Mother to free her but deep down he had wanted to do it out of hatred for her. And he had gone through with it. He had killed the last person who loved him.
