Tommen Lyon // District Two // Finished

In every family which stands strong through the unrelenting struggles of time, there are those which flow with the purest blood of their ancestors and those who seem tainted all the same. There are those which can move mountains leaving craters in their footsteps. There are those who only bring never ending angelic grace gleaming upon themselves. There are those whose names become part of the family's deepest legends. Then there are those who's screams do not emerge from their secluded shadows. Who's efforts fall short and blind of the world's cruel eyes. Who's stories in the end never even ripple on to the generation following them. There are the Circes and Jamies of every family, and then there are the Tommens whose names shall only live within the shadows of their family's minds and within the bitter lonely truth of their own existence. However, not all legends are carved into stone early within the war of life. Some take years to etch into the stones of the future. In the end, every bolt of lightning is unique, but even the smallest bolts at the beginning can create the largest flashes by their conclusion. 

From the time Tommen was just a boy everything in life revolved around one thing: Living up to his family's name. Across the District the Lyon family was veiled as fierce in battle and rich in luxury. Everywhere Tommen would travel whispers would accompany him. A history of the purest gold and the reddest blood hung upon his shoulders like a weight. No one dared to dishonor a Lyon for their fate was almost certain to be decided in a duel, an event the Lyon family was well practiced within. A history of such mass was something Tommen never wished for yet it was casted upon him all the same. From the time Tommen was just a boy, he was destined for doom. 

As sweet as a summer peach was what Tommen's Mother described him as. Worry for others pulsed through Tommen's veins alongside his blood. However, as jovial as it made his Mother it was a cursed trait for the Lyon Family, and that was precisely as his Father saw it. Sweetness towards women is all you need. Years of Tommen's Father drilling the same phrase into his head did little to change his sweetened blood. In fact, the predicament only worsened as Tommen's Father viewed Tommen's sweet hearted actions towards the rest of the District as weakening their Family's reputation. At that point only one option seemed viable to Tommen's Father, seclusion.

Only seven years of Age Tommen found himself confined to his home and quite often his own chambers. The sweetened peach his Mother adored was nothing but a rotten piece of fruit to his Father. Seclusion caused Tommen to become an enclosed individual in return. Considering all the people Tommen say consisted of his family and his teacher social skills weren't his strongest suit. Tommen became a boy of few words and normal shyness. All Tommen wanted to do was please his Father yet simply by being a gentlemen of nicer nature he was cursed to rejection. To many he became known as the shy sweet forgotten child of the Lyon Family.

Throughout his seclusion from the world around him, Tommen spent countless hours lost within the reflection of his mirror. Although seas of blue swirled within his eyes and meadows of golden locks laid upon his head Tommen questioned how he was possibly a Lyon. His muscles were far less defined than those of his older siblings. His smile lacked the interior power theirs' all glistened with. His stature was quite smaller than theirs' as well as he stood only 5'6 and weighed an unimpressive 110 pounds. Tommen was tiny, yet some how he was suppose to carry the name of a giant? Tommen could only see himself as a joke to whoever chose to allow his existence. 

Yet those were not the only features which filled the facade of his appearance. Where his siblings were practically unscathed due to their career successes his skin was riddled in healed wounds. However, these wounds were not the gifts of defeat due to training they were reminders bred from hate clenched fists belonging to his Father. For a long period everyday seemed to bring another beating laced lesson. Vicious words followed broken skin and battered bones. Eventually the beatings subsided when Tommen's Father fully accepted his son's failure. It was from that point on Tommen considered himself less than the dirt which he walked upon. But life did not see him as so. 

Depression would soon rock the Lyon Family as the two glinting prodigies and idols of Tommen's eyes fell to the teeth of death. While the whole nation watched Jaime followed by Circe were slaughtered. A frigid shadow inched its way over the Lyons as the world turned to new powers such as the Hammerfells. So quickly day gave way to night that Tommen's Father practically died himself simply from refusal to eat. However, the man was far too proud and stubborn to let his family waste away to nothing less than a distant memory. So he did the unimaginable, he turned towards Tommen and the others who lived within the shadows. 

From the brink of demise Tommen's Father brought forth two rival groups to stand as the new battalions of the Lyon Family. The more prominent of the two groups was deemed the Kingslayers while Tommen's own group under the leadership of his elder brother, Tyrion, was hailed the Misfits. With the creation of these two new groups a new era fell upon the Lyon Family. Already once in one generation had the Lyons fallen short and the remaining, along with Tommen, knew one clear truth. There was no room for failing again, all that was left was room for redemption.