Children of Gods and Fools

Five years after birth….(set to the tune of ‘baby of mine’)

Teacher would be mad that he ran away again. Maybe it was enough for the old man to tell Mother about it. Maybe she would be in one of her moods. And he would get hit with whatever nearest to her hand. Airic crawled up more in his hiding spot, an abandon animal den inside a tree. He tucked his head more in his arms as the tears threaten more to come.

Warriors don’t cry. They don’t have pain. They do not know what being lonely is.

Airic, son of Mordon the witch did. Never once did anyone kissed his cheek or sing soft songs when he woke up from a bad dream. He saw other children his age being hugged and kissed by their mothers and fathers. His mother never did those things to him. Instead it was always scorn whenever she found fault with him. This was about every time she saw the little raven hair boy with river-blue eyes.

Little Airic sniffed and rubbed his already callous fingers in his eyes. He nearly jumped when a soft hand petted his bushy black hair. He looked up with scared watery eyes to see a little boy with bushy brown hair that was coming loose from being bound together at the nape of his neck and warm dark brown eyes. His clothes were torn and dirty along with his face.

“Here.” He pulled out two striped candy sticks from his pocket and offered one to the black haired boy as he stuck the end of the other in his mouth.

Airic blinked a few times at the offered gift before hesitantly taking into his hand and lightly nibbles at the end of the candy stick. In the distance someone was calling out a name. Both boys looked in the direction where the yelling was coming from.

“Uh-oh! Quick scoot over.” The boy squeezed himself into the tiny space. Airic nearly had his candy forced into his mouth with the sudden action.

“We have to be quiet or Papa Nik will find us.” He pressed a dirty finger against his sticky candy-covered lips.

The light-eyed boy just blinked; puzzled at everything and why this little boy was treating him differently then everyone else that knew him. Didn’t he know who his mother was?

The sound of hooves hitting earth came close and the little brunet wrapped his arms around the dark prince’s neck and held him close. Airic felt strange since no-one ever held him like this.

“Little rabbit! Isarfel! You will come to me now! Or I make you clean cauldrons for a month!”

The boy at his side hugged him tighter, burying his dirty cherub-like face in his shoulder.

Two big hairy horse’s hooves stood in front of the small hole. One big hoof stomped at the ground.

“I believe if I should ever need to find a little rabbit, I should follow the trail of cookie crumbs.” The gruff voice sounded more pleased then angry.

“Come on out. We already tested fate by coming out this far.” The hooves backed up a bit to show that the voice really wanted Isafrel out of the hole.

“But it’s too stuffy in the temple. And Cassander said that he is going to throw me in the dragon pits.” The little boy cried and pouted.

“He had every right to when you drew all over his books.”

“I thought he would like seeing happy faces in them. He’s always sad when he’s done reading them.” The little arms slowly unwrapped from around Airic’s neck as the warm body slowly left and crawled out the hole. The bigger boy find that he didn’t like that it was going away. Airic slowly followed the little boy to the edge of the little opening.

“That’s not the point.” Dark and strong hands picked the little boy up and onto big strong shoulders. Isarfel giggled as he wrapped his arms around the strong chin of the centaur.

“Oh. Can my friend come with us? I want to keep playing with him and then I can show him my bug collection.” The little brunet smiled warmly at little Airic who felt warmed for the first time in his short live.

But the dark horse-man didn’t smile or giggled. He gave a little gasp at Mordon’s son as he looked up at him with wide river-blue eyes. He quickly walked away, telling the boy on his shoulders that it couldn’t be done.

Isarfel begin crying and sqruimed like a mad worm with the end result of him falling to the ground. Airic rushed to his side and wiped away fat tears and hugged him tight and kissed his scrapped elbow and the bump on his head. As he saw parents often do when their children fell.

The little dirt-covered boy sniffed and rubbed his eye. Airic kissed his cheek and hugged him more. Then strong hands pulled the sniffing boy away from him and he wasn’t strong enough to keep the boy with him.

“Come. That needs to clean and bandaged.” The centaur cradled the little boy to his chest as little cubby arms around the dark neck. A little fat dirty face looked over the broad shoulder as fat tears ran down his redden cheeks.

Airic felt his heart broke and the tears come as the only person in the world that actually talked to him in a friendly way and held him and gave him candy was being carried away…..


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(Now this is set by the tune of ‘behind blue eyes’) Nineteen years later….

Servants cringed in fear as the dark prince walked the halls with his head up high and proud. With eyes cold as ice. The ends of his robes bellowed out with every step. A hand strong and rough with battle experiences lay on the round steel end of a handle of a sword, a supporting habit whenever he walked the halls of the witch’s keep. Mordon was in one of her moods as a servant girl ran out of the witch’s study, holding her hand to her bleeding cheek and crying.

He stopped at the opened door and breathed in and out a few times before going in with a mask of coldness and emotionless. The witch was busying herself at the golden floor-length mirror, then going to her work bench where various glasses of various liquids and herbs lay about.

“Viviane thought herself so cleaver. Hiding her mind to keep me from peering at her plans.” She mumbled to herself as she collected some things to take with her to a bubbling caldron. “She won’t hide her thoughts for long.” The fumes turned an eerie green after she tossed leaves and petals into the already dark waters.

He didn’t speak or let himself be known. Mordon will tell him where to go and who to kill soon enough. She had him trained from birth to a ruthless murderer and that all he can expect out of his life. The black-haired man longed to roam the woods surrounding the keep with Whitetip and Brokenfang, his Hellhounds, and hunt for game like deer and maybe some rabbits if they were still out, this far in the season.

The word, “rabbits” brought the image of a little dirt-covered boy in torn clothes and wild brown hair and warm brown eyes. His heartbeat sounded weak and broken at the image so he pushed the image out of his mind. Just in time to hear his beautiful but dark mother gave a cheer as the image of three young travelers appeared in the water.

“She’s sending two of her students to the Camelot.” She muttered as she chewed on a long blood-stained nail. “A stranger…Oh…he has an aura about him but I can’t see his face…” Neither could him but still he kept his mouth shut. “Airic!” Finally she laid her dark eyes on her son. “Go, kill her students but bring the stranger with you. I want to see his face and deliver his head on a spike to my old teacher. That will send the message that she can’t plan against me and still get away with it.” She crackled. “It will cause her to re-think her game plan more strongly.”

He nodded and bowed his dark head before turning on his heels and walked back out in the dim-lit hallway. Leaving his madden mother to crackled at her brilliant self. Another mission, another slaughter. This was what he was trained for.

There were times that he wished he had never been born or maybe be born to an ordinary life, like to the life of a farmer or cattle-herder or maybe even a fishing man. He gave a sigh and shook his head. No. He was the “Dark Prince”, the demon of death from the isle of Avalon.

He ordered his men to get ready for a voyage back to the mainland. Airic decided to practice a bit with his only friends in this dark place. His Hellhounds were understanding to his feelings of forlorn and despair. They knew how to lift his spirits and bring a smile to his face.

But it wasn’t like when a small boy smiled at him and offered up his candy to him just because he was crying and hiding in a tree like some animal. The boy didn’t even know his name or who was his mother, he just smiled all the same.

Airic shook his head, erasing the image from his mind and stepped outside. He called his hounds and checked over his arrows and bows before telling the large dark beasts with fiery eyes, that they were going on a hunt.

For deer and for rabbits if some were still out this late in the season.
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A/n: Yeah, I was in the musical mood and thought the songs were all right for each scene. I don't own them, their respected writers and singers do. And it looks like everyone's liking the uni as a main char. But you can still voice your opinon on the matter till chapter three is written. NOW. GO. REVIEW.