by Snowflakette » Mon Feb 11, 2019 10:24 pm
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Whenever I think of home, I always try to think back to the peach trees and carnations.
But no matter how vibrant the flowers bloomed, it never shielded the corruption and sorrow the kingdom tried so desperately to hide.
I was an orphan for as long as I can remember. The villagers in Teqille recalled how my parents were around, but no one knew the slightest about them. One day, they left a tiny child in a fruits basket and left without looking back, never making a return. No one was aware that the couple even had a child.
My parents were the ones who left me with a name: Helius. By the time I was four, I found myself asking some villagers what it meant and if they knew how my parents decided on it. An elderly woman told me it meant “the sun”. They hoped I could persevere through all the hardships the world offered, the “darkness” on my own. I asked her what the darkness was, but she simply smiled weakly. I’ve grown to hate my name.
Some of the elderly villagers told me how I had wavy chestnut hair like my father, and piercing red eyes like my mother. Those two simple descriptions were all I possessed of my parents. As a child, I would stare at my reflection in dusty windows, wondering which parts of me resembled my father, and which belonged to my mother. I could never reach a conclusion.
I didn’t have a family or anywhere to live. Most of the villages were paupers and had trouble taking care themselves in the first place; they simply could not afford to take care of another child that wasn’t theirs. Even so they still empathised with me and I was always welcome to stop by their fruit parlours to take an apricot or have water filtered for me without a charge. Sometimes though, it was hard to distinguish empathy from pity.
I travelled around the town; it wasn’t very big and I often found myself residing in the same spot every few days. Company was scarce and I didn’t have a grasp on the concept of friendship. Most of the children my age were busy helping their families run their homes, growing up too quickly and never learning what play was.
I wasn’t completely alone growing up; I will never forget Seraphime.
When I was seven I had a companion for a while: Seraphime was a frail woman in her thirties who escaped from a neighbouring country to seek refuge in Teqille. Her most distinguishing features were her messy beige coloured hair and canary yellow eyes. They were tired, but the warmth never left.
Like me, she too was homeless; with her village in ashes, she had nowhere to go and nowhere to stay except for our rundown town. I had always thought of her as a mother figure. She braided my hair, shared her food and cared for me, things that my real mother never got to do. Although we didn’t live on the same street, she often thought of me and checked on me from time to time.
My most content memories I shared with her was when we sang. Seraphime had an angelic voice and in our many hours of free time she taught me how to sing. She often told me I had a fantastic singing voice, and I could become a chorister if I wanted. I didn't know what they were, but I only assumed it was a good thing. The villagers said she had a voice that reminded them of a flute or a harp; it made me wonder what those instruments sounded like.
I once asked her why she enjoyed songs so much. She told me if one can get lost in the melody and rhythm of a song, they can temporarily escape from the harsh realities of life.
I was so grateful to have her stay with me. I never knew how to make it up to her or how to return her kindness.
Sad to say I never got a chance to.
One lonely winter night, she passed away from hypothermia. I woke up the next day with a heavy cloak that shielded me from the cold.
No words could describe the anguish I felt that grey morning.
If only you could bring back what’s no longer there.
"Rest easy, Seraphime." ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
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Snowflakette on Tue Feb 12, 2019 11:27 am, edited 7 times in total.