[writing] Project Chaos - Chapter Eight

[djtenku]

Title: Sol Aeledyns
Word Count: 468
Summary: ///

Author's Note:

This is the result of not planning ahead. Normally, I'd try to stick some back story somewhere... I felt like it would be convoluted and stuff and perhaps, detract from the main story. So yeah.

It was a mistake, but it was their entire fault. The city and the surrounding villages of Reykjavic was burning in the night, sending up billows of black smoke that intruded the crisp clear night sky. They isolated him because of being a freak of nature – as the people put it- and deemed him dangerous; to the village, the city, people, even the environment and the whole country. It was far too cruel to simply kill him – he was only nine years old. Instead, they exiled him to the wetlands of Denmark, nowhere near any type of civilization.

He found a way back though. Four years later, he was discovered by a barge captain and told him about his story claiming to be lost, left behind by his family, and wanted to go back. The captain believed the tale and offered him a way back to Iceland, to the port city of Cvrick. It only took him three days to get back to the capital, and one night to exact his revenge.

His demeanor was cool and calm as he tore through the villages; small and large objects combusted as he lightly brushed his small, but burned hands upon them, spreading wildfire. He ventured towards the fire department and within a few seconds passing it by, it was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Downtown? Lit and aflame. They cried and screamed upon deaf ears. No one can hear you, the boy said silently.

He stopped at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name and turned. At first glance, he didn’t recognize the woman standing there – she was severely burned all over, blisters mottled her once beautiful face. Her dress was torn, tattered and dirty. His mother. The very person that he loathed for four years, and the reason he was exiled in the first place. “Why?” she asked in a cracked, hoarse voice. It wasn’t the melodic tone she always had.

“Not even once you stood up for me,” he replied darkly. “You just stood there as the tribunal sentenced me. You didn’t say anything, not even a damn goodbye.”

“You don’t understand, I-“

“You did it because you’re so selfish. Or did you do it for the sake of this whole damned place? Safety? How can you be a mother when you have abandoned your own son?” Scalding tears ran down the boy’s face, leaving a thin welt where the tears made their trail. “You’re dead to me.”

His mother screamed as she reached out for him, engulfed in the inferno. The boy left the city soon afterwards, but stopped at the zenith looking over it, overlooking the damage and his work. He smiled. The name Sol Aeledyns would be in the memories of the survivors until the day they died.