Post by Kiaphius on Sept 15, 2006 19:00:30 GMT -5
Kiaphius walked through the streets of Suiria. He was surrounded by people, yet he felt utterly alone. This was all he knew though.
His father returned to the elves shortly after his mother became pregnant with him, so the story goes anyways. Perhaps it had been a one night encounter and he hadn't even known he had a son. None the less he wasn't a part of Kiaphius' life. His mother died when he was very young, sometimes it was hard for him to remember her at all.
No one wanted to take him in, he had no family so he lived in the gutter, living off scraps. He eventually had resorted to stealing and had a run in with the local theives, whom he joined up with quickly. A survivor, not a saint he thought. A jolt brought him out of his long gone past.
"Hey! Watch were you are going! You filthly HALF BREED!!" Yelled the man whom he had ran into.
Kiaphius just kept walking, it wasn't worth the confrontation. He had grown so callous that he didn't think any coment could deliver him a stinging blow.
"Hey I'm talking to you!" The man said grabbing Kiaphius from behind.
With blinding speed Kiaphius spun and ended up behind the man with a knife tip pressed to his neck.
"I heard you and I chose to let your comments go, but never...ever...touch me!" Kiaphius whispered in a raspy voice in the mans ears. "Do you understand?" Kiaphius pressed the knife in more so that it drew blood, he heard the man suck in his breath.
"Ye..Ye...Yeah.. I got it." The man said fearfully.
"Good." And with that last word Kiaphius let go of the man and faded into the crowd.
That's the good thing about huge cities such as this, you can easily becoming nobody within a matter of seconds. You just step into the crowd and become another non-descript automoton. Kiaphius thought with a chuckle.
His father returned to the elves shortly after his mother became pregnant with him, so the story goes anyways. Perhaps it had been a one night encounter and he hadn't even known he had a son. None the less he wasn't a part of Kiaphius' life. His mother died when he was very young, sometimes it was hard for him to remember her at all.
No one wanted to take him in, he had no family so he lived in the gutter, living off scraps. He eventually had resorted to stealing and had a run in with the local theives, whom he joined up with quickly. A survivor, not a saint he thought. A jolt brought him out of his long gone past.
"Hey! Watch were you are going! You filthly HALF BREED!!" Yelled the man whom he had ran into.
Kiaphius just kept walking, it wasn't worth the confrontation. He had grown so callous that he didn't think any coment could deliver him a stinging blow.
"Hey I'm talking to you!" The man said grabbing Kiaphius from behind.
With blinding speed Kiaphius spun and ended up behind the man with a knife tip pressed to his neck.
"I heard you and I chose to let your comments go, but never...ever...touch me!" Kiaphius whispered in a raspy voice in the mans ears. "Do you understand?" Kiaphius pressed the knife in more so that it drew blood, he heard the man suck in his breath.
"Ye..Ye...Yeah.. I got it." The man said fearfully.
"Good." And with that last word Kiaphius let go of the man and faded into the crowd.
That's the good thing about huge cities such as this, you can easily becoming nobody within a matter of seconds. You just step into the crowd and become another non-descript automoton. Kiaphius thought with a chuckle.