Open I'm an Adult... Sort of.

[Thaos Mar'kaa]

: Fall 513 AV:

Exiting the employment office he hopes he can get a job quickly for he feels many of the guards are watching him closely. A strange child not with the orphanage just walking about freely that just spells trouble and he doesn't want any of that. Since his uncle just left him here he needs to survive his own way. Relying on his uncle for everything like a newborn, is something of the past when and if his uncle finally comes back for him, he wants him to see a grown man not some twelve year old weakling.
Leaning wall nearby he watches the visitors or returning home come through the large gates of Syliras, huge caravans or lonely travelers, picturing the first time he and his uncle came through.

{The guards are persistent on checking everything and everyone, but that’s
what a city is all about right? the safety of their people.}

Sighing, he sits down staring at his dagger tied to his left leg, could’ve been shiny if not for the rust. A nice long and flat blade, single sided and almost relic with its wavy look. The straps are also old both give to him by his uncle who said they were his dads, though the names on both are faded and unreadable to him.

He looks up to see the large glowing object and it rays seeming to form a ring around itself almost for protection as all living creatures need, looking away he now sees the spots that appear afterward. Noticing the clouds coming in and the smell of fall in the air he needs to get a home fast or he won’t make it through winter. Being a grown up is tough, wishing he could just run around and have fun like other kids he starts to pound the ground in anger.

{Why did you leave!}

Some tears begin falling down his face, as he reminisces of the days that were fun. Running around the fields and playing lakes, then running more this time from bad men and monsters even falling asleep under the stars next to a roaring fire. He fiddles with his pocket finally pulling out a now crumpled note from him.

I will return, be safe. Signed (smudged)

{Why do I cry so much!?}

Tears stained the note, as he wishes he could hear his voice once again. Was it because he wasn’t his actual son and wanted to be with his actual family again. No that couldn’t be his uncle never visited or spoke of a family of his own. Thaos remember what his uncle told him about his family. That they sold him to his uncle because they wanted money and food, and didn’t have time for a newborn, he was born in Hai, the hot sun sucking life away from anything that stayed out to long in either the day or night.

His uncle and he headed to this town because he said that he needed something and that after the sun passed the middle of the sky, he would come back for him at the trading place, where they sold things but that never happened. He now sits wiping away the tears that fled down his face.

{The grown ups don’t cry, so why are you? We need to stop crying and be a man.}