Post by Rayvin_Kittiy on May 15, 2015 15:03:21 GMT -5
When I was a young I had no idea of what was to befall me. I didn’t know my dad and personally I didn’t really care. He had left me and my mother and that’s all I needed to know. Though my mom was never able to confirm that for me back then. It was the assumption I had made while growing up and seeing the hurt and confusion in her eyes every time I would try to ask. Though I didn't know back then, I now know that that was for a different reason then what I had thought. I had a happy and content life there with my mother. I wish he would have never come, He ruined everything and I hate him for it. I remember it like it just happened yesterday. It was only a few days after I had turned 7. I went to school that morning like any other day but for some reason this day I felt.... different. I couldn’t place what it was, so I simply ignored it hoping it would go away. It didn’t. I was in the middle of class, not really paying an attention just looking around, when my eyes fell on the pretty girl Sphinx I had had a crush on in my class. I day dreamed about talking to her one day and not being shy. Yeah I was shy back then can you believe it? Anyway, my thoughts were completely innocent as the thoughts of kids should be but then without a moment’s notice they weren’t. In the blink of an eye I felt the difference I had felt and ignored earlier that day, completely take over. It felt as if the mind and body I had known for 7 years were no longer my own and my innocent thoughts turned quite "adult" on me. I would like to say it ended there but of course it got worse. The object of my eyes, my pretty Sphinx, at just my thoughts began to act provocatively in the middle of our class. No one knew or could tell that it was my fault but I knew and that was enough. I left school directly and went home hoping to find some possible answers with my mom. She had none for me but my answers would come later that night. I don’t know why he even bothered to knock, he came in anyway. I didn’t know it then but that knock was the representation of the happy life I had known and loved for the last 7 years coming to an immediate halt. My mom went to go answer the door as she reached it, I guess he had gotten impatient because the door slammed open and there he stood. A tall dark figure with a rather terrifying air about him, especially for a 7 year old. To make matters worse my mother was froze in place, I assume now that it was his doing by magic but then I didn’t know. All i knew was that despite my best efforts my mom wouldn’t move acknowledge me or the stranger at the front door that was now claiming to be my father. I was scared, confused and very angry. This stranger that entered our home claiming to be my father was now demanding I leave with him. I did not want to go anywhere with him also I did not want to leave mother. Though I believe now that he could sense my unwillingness to leave, thus gave me a choice I had little choice in and could not refuse.
One would assume from the beginning of my story that I would despise who I am but I do not. I despise the fact that I’m his son and I hate that he is my father and that he took me from my mother and basically everything about him. As for myself, my powers despite where they originate from are a part of me and I wouldn’t be me without them. So I guess you could say I have a mixed view of my background. If anything good came of Kerberos taking me away from my mother, it would be the fact that I basically grew up in solitude at his whim learning to deal with and control my powers. Even though I hated every min of it, I never had to deal with being picked on, bullied, the possibly of hurting others or any really bad repercussions because of my powers. No more incidents like the one I had in school that day. More importantly my mother didn’t have to deal with it either. Though I’m sure she would have held her head high and trudged forward like she usually did and handled everything like a pro if given the chance. Though it would have been stressful for her, given the choice I’m sure she would have rather had that then watching her only son being taken from her and being powerless to stop it. Worrying everyday if I’m alright or wondering if I’m ever coming home.
Dresden Coughed and shifted the story getting a little too emotional for his liking, he changed the subject a bit....
Though I was basically in solitude when I was young and learning my powers, I have control now and though I try not to use my powers much, As a personal thing because I see them as a type of cheating. I do not hide them either or any aspect of whom or what I am even if I hate it, it’s part of who I am. You have to take the good with the bad, my mom use to tell me that. It is hard to deal with the "urges" I get around others sometimes and the deep darkness I feel in the core of my being is hard to ignore but it all comes with the gig I guess. It’s all a part of being the first son of a powerful Incubus.
