haegon darkfire. d1. fin
Oct 10, 2017 20:27:21 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Oct 10, 2017 20:27:21 GMT -5
haegon | 14 | d1
FC: Tim Harfield
FC: Tim Harfield
When skies fall and all that remains is the faithful earth, where might my soul travel?
The scent of fresh strawberry jam twirls up my nostrils, I watch as the pretty pink substance glides across the bread so delicately. Mother sucking the bit of ooey gooey jam off of her big thumb as she hands me the slice of bread. I sink my pearly teeth into the crisp freshly toasted bread and taste the most satisfying taste in the world. How I wish these days hadn't been taken from me, how I wish mother and I could of shared just one more slice of strawberry toast.
Stay strong they said, keep your chin up...everything will be okay. But they lied, nothing was okay and nothing would ever be okay again. All that I had, all that I was..taken from me. Left to fend for myself among a hungry pack of vicious kin. The runt of the litter, that is who I was. The smallest, the youngest, the biggest burden. I would not let them destroy me, I would be our families greatest asset. The others are so caught up in Damon, how talented and strong he is, but I see past it. I know that one day when, or if he ever enters that arena, he will surly die. HE WILL NEVER HAVE THE WILL OF A TRUE DARKFIRE! Damon is nothing more then a scared little liar, just like the rest of them. Though Damon does have a talent for picking friends. Bittersteel, now he showed promise. He was strong and courageous. He would help me become as strong as father was, and as wise as mother. Joining Bittersteel and his friends was the best decision I had ever made, they treat me how I am meant to be treated. They don't undermined my strength and blow me off just because of my age. NO, THEY RESPECT ME! Just like I deserve.
Our fathers name and business has been destroyed, and who's fault is that? Its Damon's fault, he couldn't save us even if he put his best foot forward, I will save us and our name. You just wait and see father, you just wait and see. I was strong, my body and strength beyond any of my own peers, they all feared me, and they should. If provoked I would rip any of their heads off without a second thought, they are nothing to me. I had no one left to trust, no one left to harbor my innocence. And so my innocence was lost. No, it was more then lost. The moment my parents where taken from me my innocence exploded into bits and pieces, now jagged ruins of a once sweet child. Now I only seek vengeance, and victory, both of which will come to me. I have seen it, I am the one who will save us all, I always have been.
Since the first remembrance of my of childhood in my head I had been holding a sword. Chopping away at the plastic dummies with such a force even father would raise an eyebrow. I had been taught how to kill, when to kill, and exactly how it would feel. I have been taught which artery bleeds the most when severed, and which pressure point may hurt the worst when jabbed. I was nurtured to kill, and that was what I would do, until I was at the top. I still can taste the salt from being slammed against the hard mats at the age of six. I remember feeling the sharp jab of father into my stomach to teach me how to take a punch. I can feel the splattering crimson dropping from my pale freckled nose. The bruising purples around my eye socket and the scarlet red veins protruding from the white around my soft blue iris. I remember the sweat drenched sandy hair and the lacerations that covered my back.
I remember it all because to this day I am just a cow among a herd of many. But I was different, this training was only part of what it takes to bring hoe the crown. I did not fear death, and so I did not fear murder. I would become larger and stronger until I was bigger then Damon, until I was bigger then any of them. I am still only fourteen but my body tells others a different number. I have large muscles all along torso and legs, protruding veins along my arms and neck. I had the body of a seventeen year old, a muscle definition beyond any normal fourteen year old boy, but I had help.
When you are an intellectual, you discover things ever so fantastic. At the age of twelve I learned of the green substance. A genetically mutated drug that had been smuggled form the Capitol. It had the power to make muscle grow at an alarming rate, it caused me to get stronger faster, and at an accelerated rate. By the time I would be eighteen I would be unstoppable. Since that discovery I had injected the drug into my body twice a day, everyday. I could feel the difference, hell, I could see the difference. The amount of weight I could bench, went up substantially, the effortless swing of the sword no longer a burden on my once childlike arms.
It was like father had sent me a message from wherever his body my rest. He had sent me this magical green substance to help me grow into the man he once was. To bring our family honor and glory. I would not disappoint. I am of true Darkfire decent, and even if it drives me to my last breathe, I will be our savior.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ TB & ADOXOGRAPHY
P.S. The drug that he is injecting himself with, yes will build muscle and strength faster then the average person, but it also has addictive properties that would cause great pain and withdrawals if he were to ever go a few days without a dose.
