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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-04-23 08:04 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2008-04-23 08:04 am
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A short ficlet thing
I'll finish that Yune/Tibarn thing when I get over the whole weirdness of it, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nata_de_coco. >_>
In the mean time...
Title: His Dreams
Fandom: Tales of Legendia
Characters: Walter
Summary: He dreams the dreams of his father and grandfather...
Notes: A start to fleshing out my Walter's backstory.
Not many can say they dream the same dreams of their father and grandfather. After all, the son is usually able to fulfill the dreams their father put forth, or he discards them entirely and sets out on a different path.
Walter dreamt the dreams of his father and grandfather, and his great-grandfather and his great-great-grandfather.
He dreamt of the Merines, the savior of the Ferines.
A direct descendent of the Merines' original protector in the early years of the Kingdom of Terises, Walter Delques had been raised since birth to fulfill his role in Ferines society. Even while in the cradle, he was told the stories of the Merines' glory and all the legends of how the next one would appear. As soon as he was old enough to properly wield his teriques, he was taught how to cast crystal eres and use his teriques in conjunction. As soon as he was able to run, he was taught how to fight with everything he had.
All in the name of the legendary Merines.
There had been no sign of the Merines in the centuries following the fall of the Kingdom of Terises. But her protectors had come and gone, standing vigil over the rest of the Ferines with their eyes forever to the horizon.
In recent generations, the role and duty of the Merines' protector became a joke; the Merines was never going to appear, so why did she have guardians that waited for her arrival? These guardians were arrogant and showed no interest in the actions of their fellow Ferines; they instead were zombies waiting for someone who would never come, who would never allow them to fulfill their duty.
"There's no such thing. Stop dreaming about stupid things like that!" one boy with disillusioned parents had yelled at him. "The Merines isn't real!"
"The Merines isn't real! She's never gonna come!" echoed some of the others, looking down upon the young boy who would inherit his father's unfinished legacy.
That was the first time Walter got into a fistfight. It wouldn't be the first fistfight he would get into, or lose.
His grandmother chided him softly as she bandaged his scrapes, coaxing him to hold the cold towel to his bruised eye. "They'll come around someday," she would comfort him, "you don't need to defend the Merines from people like them."
"It's my duty to defend her," he would protest, frowning stubbornly. "She's not here yet, but I have to protect her."
His grandmother would never really understand. After all, she was an outsider to the guardians' clan, only brought closer to the family with her daughter's -- his mother's -- death. She would never understand how passionate her grandson really was, how he was so willing to tear up his body to learn how to protect the legendary savior.
She would never really understand his dreams, and the dreams he wanted so badly to make a reality.
nata_de_coco. >_>In the mean time...
Title: His Dreams
Fandom: Tales of Legendia
Characters: Walter
Summary: He dreams the dreams of his father and grandfather...
Notes: A start to fleshing out my Walter's backstory.
Not many can say they dream the same dreams of their father and grandfather. After all, the son is usually able to fulfill the dreams their father put forth, or he discards them entirely and sets out on a different path.
Walter dreamt the dreams of his father and grandfather, and his great-grandfather and his great-great-grandfather.
He dreamt of the Merines, the savior of the Ferines.
A direct descendent of the Merines' original protector in the early years of the Kingdom of Terises, Walter Delques had been raised since birth to fulfill his role in Ferines society. Even while in the cradle, he was told the stories of the Merines' glory and all the legends of how the next one would appear. As soon as he was old enough to properly wield his teriques, he was taught how to cast crystal eres and use his teriques in conjunction. As soon as he was able to run, he was taught how to fight with everything he had.
All in the name of the legendary Merines.
There had been no sign of the Merines in the centuries following the fall of the Kingdom of Terises. But her protectors had come and gone, standing vigil over the rest of the Ferines with their eyes forever to the horizon.
In recent generations, the role and duty of the Merines' protector became a joke; the Merines was never going to appear, so why did she have guardians that waited for her arrival? These guardians were arrogant and showed no interest in the actions of their fellow Ferines; they instead were zombies waiting for someone who would never come, who would never allow them to fulfill their duty.
"There's no such thing. Stop dreaming about stupid things like that!" one boy with disillusioned parents had yelled at him. "The Merines isn't real!"
"The Merines isn't real! She's never gonna come!" echoed some of the others, looking down upon the young boy who would inherit his father's unfinished legacy.
That was the first time Walter got into a fistfight. It wouldn't be the first fistfight he would get into, or lose.
His grandmother chided him softly as she bandaged his scrapes, coaxing him to hold the cold towel to his bruised eye. "They'll come around someday," she would comfort him, "you don't need to defend the Merines from people like them."
"It's my duty to defend her," he would protest, frowning stubbornly. "She's not here yet, but I have to protect her."
His grandmother would never really understand. After all, she was an outsider to the guardians' clan, only brought closer to the family with her daughter's -- his mother's -- death. She would never understand how passionate her grandson really was, how he was so willing to tear up his body to learn how to protect the legendary savior.
She would never really understand his dreams, and the dreams he wanted so badly to make a reality.