Post by Red Moon on Jan 14, 2010 1:40:10 GMT -8
"Niall... Niall... Niall..."
Over and over, the confused lost boy turned the name in his head. It was the first time he'd remembered how to refer to himself since losing everything in the confusion of war.
"Niall... Niall... Niall..."
The name was heavy, meaning "warrior" in some other tongue. These people had so many different words, it hurt to fathom them all, but this one was by far the most important to him. It was like a weapon, heavy with purpose, and similarly like a shield, sturdy and strong. Finally, the cub had something to hold onto.
"Niall... Niall..."
For the first time, he could remember, Niall feared his next battle, for who knows what he'll forget when the heat of combat and the pain of loss strikes him again.
"Niall... Niall..."
No. This time he'd remember. This time, he had a name; a proud name. A name with meaning, and pride. There's no way he'd forget this time.
"Niall... Niall..."
Niall rocked in a corner of the room, illuminated only by the artificial light shining through the window from the cold street. He chanted his name like a mantra, swearing to himself his feeble mind would not lose dominance over his newly found individuality.
"Niall..."
Feelings of gratitude he'd long since forgotten how to express flashed through his mind for the one-who-smells-like-Maya, and the-one-who-smells-like-Ravenna. Neither forced him to learn, merely providing him the means. They were the first ones to truly understand the cub's mind in such a long time.
"Niall... Niall smells like Niall."
He was a person again, and he intended to stay that way.
Over and over, the confused lost boy turned the name in his head. It was the first time he'd remembered how to refer to himself since losing everything in the confusion of war.
"Niall... Niall... Niall..."
The name was heavy, meaning "warrior" in some other tongue. These people had so many different words, it hurt to fathom them all, but this one was by far the most important to him. It was like a weapon, heavy with purpose, and similarly like a shield, sturdy and strong. Finally, the cub had something to hold onto.
"Niall... Niall..."
For the first time, he could remember, Niall feared his next battle, for who knows what he'll forget when the heat of combat and the pain of loss strikes him again.
"Niall... Niall..."
No. This time he'd remember. This time, he had a name; a proud name. A name with meaning, and pride. There's no way he'd forget this time.
"Niall... Niall..."
Niall rocked in a corner of the room, illuminated only by the artificial light shining through the window from the cold street. He chanted his name like a mantra, swearing to himself his feeble mind would not lose dominance over his newly found individuality.
"Niall..."
Feelings of gratitude he'd long since forgotten how to express flashed through his mind for the one-who-smells-like-Maya, and the-one-who-smells-like-Ravenna. Neither forced him to learn, merely providing him the means. They were the first ones to truly understand the cub's mind in such a long time.
"Niall... Niall smells like Niall."
He was a person again, and he intended to stay that way.
