Post by Loraine DeLaFontaine on Nov 21, 2010 7:30:50 GMT -8
As soon as all the others had left the Freehold and he knows the Selkie was safe with Caleb and Fritzroy, he left the island. He had taken the motorcycle he kept for when he was in a rush.
This was one of those times.
Speeding down the highways, weaving between cars and trucks, no one would guess there were tears running down his cheeks. He tried to reassure himself that he was doing the best he could for the Selkie. He could only do so much. Damn her. Her tears had pulled him to his Seelie nature once again and he felt it like the cold she had talked of. A harsh slap in the face.
Her words, her loss had only reminded him of that night. It had been so cold and wet out in the chill of the streets. Dark waves of shadowed blood. Stalking predators in the chaos. He damned himself for feeling helpless and succumbing to his lighter side. He damned the so called Noble who claimed to be Queen and had turned the Selkie and the merfolk away.
He damned the Balor.
He pulled into the cemetery and left the bike somewhere off the road, his mind wasn't even paying attention. Almost running, he finally gets to his destination and collapses to his knees in the cold, damp grass. It's a small grave, off to the side. No one hardly ever came back to it. He has to throw off the helmet to be able to see the small plaque.
"Ethan Larson."
The first one he had found that night. In the streets. There hadn't even been anyone around. For all he knew, he had died there... alone and discarded.
The troll had been the only one in the city who had treated him like a person, not a sidhe. A person and not a Noble, not a Count. A person, not a Varich, or an Unseelie. More tears slid down his cheeks.
He had been ten.
And now would never see another birthday... A light and brief touch settles on his shoulder, startling him. He turns to see who managed to sneek up on him and finds... No one. Just a fleeting chill from the air around him. A chill he's felt before, but only in the last few months.
He screams his frustration to the sky.