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Umm... I own the story and the character and that's about it!
Thick grey fog lay heavily upon the river and made its way into the the small fisherman town where it lay heavily upon the street causing small puddles or damp spots to form. There was no one in the streets it was getting late after all and it was silent as a grave except for the sound of soft painting and an instant later the outline of a small child could be seen through the fog until a figure of a boy broke though it running as fast as his legs would allow.
It was that of a young boy. He had short dark black hair that was framed around his light olive skin with just the last bit of baby fat clinging to it and vibrant light green eyes that sent every young mother coning over them a well cared for body with clean and fresh but still old looking clothes that were underneath a child's dark grey and tattered looking undercoat.
And he was running so fast because it was getting late.
In the distance he could see a tall and slender figure waiting in the fog and as he got closer he saw his mothers gentle blue eyes and warm smile her hair tied in a bun on top of her head wearing an old fashioned dress.
"OH Rotto." she said holding his small body closer to hers. "I was getting worried!"
"I'm sorry Madre-cara!" Rotto sighed contently in his mother's warm embrace placing a free hand on her but paused.
"What are you shacking for mother?" he asked her gently his voice free of childhood wonder. His mother sighed slowly pulled him away and placed her hands on either side of his chin.
"Its nothing really Rotto. But... well the neighbors think I'm insane for letting a seven year old take extra classes!"
"They're just jealous mother!" Rotto pipped up making his mother smiled then giggled and ruffle his hair.
"Honestly Rotto! I just don't know how one of them could have given you so many brains!" she said taking his hand to bring him into the house. Inside the hallway was small but beautiful but also somewhat tattered looking. There was spotted cheap wall paper and sometimes just the wood of the wall shown in spots. There were only just two room which were the bedroom that contained two small beds and a single generously sized window facing the sparkling ocean and a small book shelf. The kitchen was small as well containing a small fireplace over red concrete that served as their oven that sent black smoke at a person face whenever they used it and a rickety table and two chairs under one flickering bulb.
On the table there was an open letter bearing a familiar design of a black lily being crushed by a white snake bearing the name Zmeya Lilii.
That mans letter came again? he wanted to say but knew it would only disappoint his mother to talk about his... father like that. Even if he did leave them flat with only a few rubbles that were really actually pretty much nothing when transferred to Eros.
He sighed looking at his mother's slightly charred and burnt face. She looked at him his eyes telling her everything smiled gently and bent down to hug him
"No Rotto..." she said holding him closely to her, I could never be bitter about you... "I'm grateful to Gob he left me with you... I'm so happy... Rotto. I just wished I didn't allow him to give you that dreadful name..."
Rotto sighed letting his fingers dance along his mother's rough clothing and scared skin and let the tears flow down either side of his cheeks.
He wished he could be as strong as her.