Ilias Nytrau
Dec 4th, 2007, 01:23:06 AM
He had a family - once.
This was a carefree time, when hours leaked into days, and days poured into weeks. A child has fun, laughing with abandon and playing into the depths of imagination amongst the minutes that were like tall grass. This child, like any other child, tests the limits of his caregivers - Mama and Papa - and pushes the boundaries around him to learn what 'acceptable' and 'unacceptable' mean. He learns...he feels love, unconditional love. Love such as only a parent could truly give to a child. This child, given love, taught in love, disciplined in love, and eventually, released to the world in love - he should become a strong man. A man of honour, dignity, and integrity, who does wrong like everyone else, and does well to the world in every turn he takes. He had this life, once. Once, and only once, for such carefree, wholly trusting times have short years. Innocence becomes 'improper'. A boy must one day open his eyes fully and become the man in his destinies, and see the world for what it is: harshly imperfect and very trying. But that time is not yet.
The boy, he goes to school.
He must learn what is expected of him, and more, if it is within him to do so. The mathematics, social studies, arts, and so on. On and on it goes, and if the boy is eager, he does well. If the boy is of a laid back, careless mindset, this can easily put him up for failiure. So, eagerly, the boy tends to his studies, year after year. He develops interests, forms opinions, friendships and loyalties. And he excels. That boy is headed toward great things, they would all agree. And he did. At the end of his years of manditory schooling, he joined the mighty militia - and seemed to be well on his way. He went into the role of physician, attending the best schools a potential man of medicine could dream of, and putting his learnings into practice. Ten years passed...and then a few more. Within his units and such, he became of considerable note, his adeptness at his chosen field was unsurpassed by any other, save for the Jedi healers. And then, with the ragings of war, he was gone.
He had a family once. And they lost him. They lost him, but did not know that he was in fact - lost.
Why?
Strange things afoot, here. And nobody knows it but one other man. He was there. In part, he always was. The strange, almost magical bond that even separated twins can hold. The boy felt strange feelings from time to time, but never gave it any creedence. The other man did, for he felt it much more intensely. And the parents never could have imagined what DID happen, when one was 'traded' for another, because no one would ever know. No one, except the other man.
This 'other', was Ilias Nytrau.
This was a carefree time, when hours leaked into days, and days poured into weeks. A child has fun, laughing with abandon and playing into the depths of imagination amongst the minutes that were like tall grass. This child, like any other child, tests the limits of his caregivers - Mama and Papa - and pushes the boundaries around him to learn what 'acceptable' and 'unacceptable' mean. He learns...he feels love, unconditional love. Love such as only a parent could truly give to a child. This child, given love, taught in love, disciplined in love, and eventually, released to the world in love - he should become a strong man. A man of honour, dignity, and integrity, who does wrong like everyone else, and does well to the world in every turn he takes. He had this life, once. Once, and only once, for such carefree, wholly trusting times have short years. Innocence becomes 'improper'. A boy must one day open his eyes fully and become the man in his destinies, and see the world for what it is: harshly imperfect and very trying. But that time is not yet.
The boy, he goes to school.
He must learn what is expected of him, and more, if it is within him to do so. The mathematics, social studies, arts, and so on. On and on it goes, and if the boy is eager, he does well. If the boy is of a laid back, careless mindset, this can easily put him up for failiure. So, eagerly, the boy tends to his studies, year after year. He develops interests, forms opinions, friendships and loyalties. And he excels. That boy is headed toward great things, they would all agree. And he did. At the end of his years of manditory schooling, he joined the mighty militia - and seemed to be well on his way. He went into the role of physician, attending the best schools a potential man of medicine could dream of, and putting his learnings into practice. Ten years passed...and then a few more. Within his units and such, he became of considerable note, his adeptness at his chosen field was unsurpassed by any other, save for the Jedi healers. And then, with the ragings of war, he was gone.
He had a family once. And they lost him. They lost him, but did not know that he was in fact - lost.
Why?
Strange things afoot, here. And nobody knows it but one other man. He was there. In part, he always was. The strange, almost magical bond that even separated twins can hold. The boy felt strange feelings from time to time, but never gave it any creedence. The other man did, for he felt it much more intensely. And the parents never could have imagined what DID happen, when one was 'traded' for another, because no one would ever know. No one, except the other man.
This 'other', was Ilias Nytrau.