Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-5543592-20141108024800

Lorcan finished up his third mead, and looked deep into the bottle. Memory suddenly seized hold of him again and he found himself reliving his ancient past.

''Lorcan was staring into the lake. He was maybe elven, twelve years of age. He was dressed in felt clothes, and would've looked very comfortable, if he hadn't been bawling his eyes out.''

''"Lorcan!" He heard a woman scream. Lorcan shot his head around, quickly wiping the tears from his face.''

''"Yes, mother?" He sobbed. The woman approaching him was small in frame, a contrast to her father who was tall and meaty.''

''"Why are you crying?" She suddenly asked. Lorcan's mother didn't sound concerned. In fact, she sounded angry, as if Lorcan's tears were an insult''.

''"I thought you would have been glad for the answers." His mother continued, sounding indifferent, despite the fact that she was the center of the matter.''

''"I'm a monster!" Cried Lorcan.  His was streaming tears again again.''

"''You need to grow up,"  She said, approaching Lorcan. "One day you'll be incharge of this estate.  You'll have to-"''

''Lorcan turned around to scream at her. "Screw the estate!  Screw you!  I never wanted any of this!  Besides, grampa said he would never make me his heir anyway."''

"Well,"  Continuedh is mother,  "Soon grampa won't be a problem."

''Little Lorcan looked astonished. Did she not hear herself? In that moment, he lost it. He was sick of all this. Sick of being treated as a sub-human. Sick of not being about to meet anyone's unreasonably high expectations. He full on charged his mother, throwing his shoulder into her. He knocked her flat, and she hit her head on the rocky ground with a sickening crack. Lorcan didn't even pause, although a small flinch escaped him. He started running and didn't look back.''

Lorcan smalled the last sip of mead in his mouth, in slow painful gulp, and looked like he wanted to spit it back out.