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a childhood memory (cw: child abuse)
You hear it close by. It's the sound of one of your parent's voices, unmistakably shaken.
Give it up, dear, they say. That child is too much for us. He won't advance our family's magecraft; he'll destroy us all!
You are eight years old. Just tall enough to look over the counter, but you've already unlocked age old secrets with your skills. Just months ago, your parents praised you as a genius. Now, they treat you like something unknown that has filtered through from another universe. You are uncanny to them. Unnatural.
You hear them-- mystically and biologically, you are their child, but they do not believe that you are their child. It'd be easier if the fae folk still roamed, because then they could say you are a changeling and get it over with. But you are their child. You are the genius heir of the Escardos family magecraft, but instead of being their pride and joy, they know that what you see is far beyond them. If they do not stop you, you will be the destruction of the family, and its only survivor. You recognize that they're scared. You recognize that they're scared of you. In turn, you think that you feel that same fear. Fear is all that you have known these past few months.
So, dear, I've been wondering. Could our mission as mages be to put an end to that child? I think that putting an end to him might be the culmination of the Escardos family's magecraft.
You hear them discussing.
You are no longer their child. You are no one. Nothing. You are an object of their destruction, and a means to an end.
There was never a child called Flat, just a flat expanse with some unintelligible scribbles on it...isn't that right?
Give it up, dear, they say. That child is too much for us. He won't advance our family's magecraft; he'll destroy us all!
You are eight years old. Just tall enough to look over the counter, but you've already unlocked age old secrets with your skills. Just months ago, your parents praised you as a genius. Now, they treat you like something unknown that has filtered through from another universe. You are uncanny to them. Unnatural.
You hear them-- mystically and biologically, you are their child, but they do not believe that you are their child. It'd be easier if the fae folk still roamed, because then they could say you are a changeling and get it over with. But you are their child. You are the genius heir of the Escardos family magecraft, but instead of being their pride and joy, they know that what you see is far beyond them. If they do not stop you, you will be the destruction of the family, and its only survivor. You recognize that they're scared. You recognize that they're scared of you. In turn, you think that you feel that same fear. Fear is all that you have known these past few months.
So, dear, I've been wondering. Could our mission as mages be to put an end to that child? I think that putting an end to him might be the culmination of the Escardos family's magecraft.
You hear them discussing.
You are no longer their child. You are no one. Nothing. You are an object of their destruction, and a means to an end.
There was never a child called Flat, just a flat expanse with some unintelligible scribbles on it...isn't that right?