"Talking"

'Thoughts'

"Fae Language"

In a world filled with magic, there are tiny little pocket villages filled with many, many different kinds of fae. Elves, fairies, mermaids etc. There are many of them, and all of them have their own personalities and specialties when it comes to their magic. Yet, there is one rule between each and every race of the fae that have been sacred to them for hundreds of years.

Do not mix your blood with other fae, such as a mixed offspring.

Why? Because there could be an imbalance between the two bloodlines that could either cause pain or mental instability or even at a most possible case. Magicless or a magic that no one could have ever dreamed of becoming a reality.

This rule, has gone on for so long, that no one had always feared of what would happen should someone break this most sacred of taboo. Thinking that they would be destroyed, or killed. Losing their home, their village or worse their families. Yet, it seems that there are a few people who cannot help themselves as with fae, they only love once and only one.

As they fall in love at first sight, and could only ever be with that one person. It is unheard of, of a fae to love outside of their race or even to never find love at all. Yet, it is even more so the case of them being able to survive without the other.

Though what else is out of the question, for other fae to attack their own race, or even other fae as it could cause conflict between the two races. A war that would only end in bloodshed, no matter what side they would be on, it could only cause pain for either clan, either kingdom, either tribe for that matter. So, the fae are for the most part, rather peaceful thanks to the elves that keep the boarders between them and the humans safe at all times.

Yet, if there is indeed a fae with a mix of two kinds of fae, then there is no true race for them. As no one would ever care should one be born, and killed because they are worthless to the other races. No one would care if they wandered around, starved or became sick.

But, the fear that lingered within one village due to two reasons.

The unknown of one villager, and a prophecy that resides within the village. One that speaks of darkness that would destroy the light.

This, is the story of one fae that has been alone nearly all his life. Fearing for his safety and fear of being killed and worse yet, fear of becoming a monster because of what he is. A story, that he becomes something that he had never thought to be possible.

"Get out!" shouted a far with deer horns upon his head, all but throwing rocks at a tall blonde man as he tried to shield himself from the stones. He grunted before looking through the opening at the deer fae before letting out a soft sigh and started to walk away, hands dug into his pockets. This was how it always was. No one liked him, cared for him because of what he was.

A life that he had in a way, grown used too. Though it was still a life that he never wanted upon anyone. Sighing softly, he ran a hand through his long blonde bangs before reaching the back of his short cut blonde hair. His blue eyes shined with a deep sadness that came from years of torment and suffering. Something that he wanted to find some kind of escape from.

Looking up at the sky, he couldn't help but close his eyes as he felt a gentle breeze pass by him. This was a life, his life, and he hated it with a passion.

"Mom, dad, hope you two are happy… I sure as hell am not happy." He said to himself before making his way to the stream. Maybe a nice cold drink would make him feel a little better. Yeah, the stream was always calming for his nerves that was something that he could use.

At least until he felt his foot get caught on something, causing him to yelp as he tripped and landed on his face. His long pointed ears could hear snickering as they saw him eat dirt. "Can't believe how easy it is to get him!" said one of the fae who had used their magic to trip him.

Rolling onto his side, the blonde saw that he had tripped on a vine. So, some kind of nature based fae. Flowers maybe? He wasn't sure, though it still irked him. "Why did you do that?" asked the blonde fae with a frown before pushing himself up. Dusting his pants and sleeved vest off of dirt and dust from his fall.

The fae just snickered while their leader it seems, took a step forward and glared up at the blonde with a sneer. "What are you going to do about it Toshinori? Oh right, you can't do nothing you magicless freak." That struck a chord with Toshinori, oh how he wished that he could fight back but damn it all. Just as he looked like he was about to fight back, he deflated and looked away. "Just as I thought, coward." Toshinori clenched his hands into fists at his sides before he just decided to walk away.

No, he would not sink to their level. Sinking down to their level is something that he would never allow himself to do. Letting out a soft sigh, eyes filling with sadness as he couldn't help but wonder what he could do. This pretty much happened every day. No one gave him a second thought, all they enjoyed was him getting hurt and he feared that one day it would get to the point of him getting killed.

Though, then again maybe that won't happen as the rule prevented them from doing so.

Shaking his head, the young man stretched his arms above his head as he started to make his way through the forest. Wanting to get to the stream as quickly as he could. Maybe if he was lucky he'd be able to get himself cleaned up, maybe even visit a hot spring that was near his hut.

Though this was assuming that no one followed him home again to beat him.

'Why did I have to be so different?' thought Toshinori with a soft sigh. Honestly, ever since his parents died, everyone in the village had decided that it was a kind of free for all. Beating him, tripping him and hurting him until he bled. It hurt, it really hurt to know that so many people hated him so much. Wiping the back of his hand across his cheek, wanting to remove the moisture that had trailed down his cheek, he noticed a small cut on his skin.

Frowning, he traced his long fingers against the marred skin and sighed. "Another scratch." He whispered before hurrying along to the stream. Though, as he walked, he heard a few people talking among themselves. Yet, his acute hearing had been able to make out a few things that they had started to talk about. Such as them talking about him…

"I don't know why the head doesn't just get rid of him. He's most definitely the child of the prophecy." said one of the fae to another.

"True, but apparently he is indebted to his mother for saving his life long ago, before the brat was born."

"One of these days, we'll just have to get rid of him! He's useless to us! He can't use magic, he's unable to defend himself or us. He is just a liability." said another with a snarl.

Toshinori let out a soft sigh, having elf ears was rather tiresome sometimes. Yet, it came in handy for him whenever he was about to be snuck up on by someone who had elemental magic.

Shaking his head, he was about to walk off until he heard them talking more. "Really? What if he learns of magic just like in the prophecy? What if he is able to use magic and ends up attacking us? Remember what it says?"

"'A child, born to darkness and hate. Shall learn their place among others, discover their true power and swallow the Light, thus putting it to an end, with all its might.'"

That was something that he had heard nearly his entire life. Honestly, it was rather old, if he had any kind of magic to use wouldn't he have used such a thing by now? Shaking his head, the young man dug his hands in his pockets and started to walk on ahead. Just wanting to get as far away from the village as he could. Hm, maybe some fish would be good for lunch.

Licking his lips at the idea, he couldn't help but grin as he ran on ahead.

Once he had reached the stream, Toshinori hummed a soft tune under his breath as he grabbed his fishing rod and watched as the hook dipped into the water. Propping it up onto a stick, he watched it for a moment before making his way to the stream to wash himself up. Looking down at his reflection, he sighed softly.

His skin wasn't pale by any means, though paler than an elf who was tanned for years and years of being outside for training but still darker than a fairy. He had black electric bolts that lined his cheek bones and just above his eyes. Looking down at his hands, he saw the same bolts lining his hands and forearms before ending just below his elbow.

Though the sleeves of his vest-shirt was rolled up, showing the black markings of sunflowers residing just on his biceps and ending around his shoulders. The only marks he had that showed his heritage mostly. Tribal markings were normal for a good chunk of the fae, yet he had two sets. A sign of his mixed heritage.

Bolts of thunder for elf, a military type of fae who specialized in weapon based magic. While fairies were more into nature, elemental and healing magic.

Staring down at his reflection, his long pointed ears drooped in his own sadness before narrowing his blue eyes and slashed at his reflection. "Why?! Why did I have to be this?! Why do I have to be the outcast?!" He shouted at himself before standing up and kicking at his reflection with anger and hate before he started to calm down and let out a soft sign.

He knew why…

Because his parents were elf and fairy, they were in love and they had him. Of course he would be of mixed linage. That was to be expected and for years, his parents had protected him from the dark side of the world so he would never know how cruel it would be toward him for being what he was. If he had been half human, he would have been at least accepted but no, he had to be both elf and fairy.

Because of that, he lacked any kind of magic.

No true way to defend himself, no way to fight back without getting smacked by rocks, flowers or what have you. Closing his eyes, the young man sank back on the sore of the water, pulling his knees to his chest and his chin resting on his crossed arms. What could he do? It wasn't like he could just leave now could he? Where would he go? If he left and went into the human villages they would most likely kill him without much of a thought.

Humans hated the fae, and only worked with them should the need arise or if they needed some kind of magical assistance. That was the only thing that they ever wanted from his people and well, to be honest it almost made him hate them as well but at the same time he didn't. After all, he didn't know any human so who was he to judge?

Looking up at the sun, he couldn't help but frown a little in confusion. "Wonder what would happen should I ever meet a human? Would they like me or treat me like everyone else here?" He asked aloud, not really expecting any kind of answer from anyone. Who would answer him? Not like he had any friends here in the first place. Even the leader, the head of the village wouldn't tolerate him. Only allowing Toshinori to live among them as a favor of his mother for her saving his life.

After that, well, there wasn't much that they could do about that now was there? He was allowed to live here, but that was about it. Nothing more and nothing less. It was pointless to try to argue with anyone else on that. Unless he showed some kind of sign of having magician power that would be used on the villagers as a means of hurting them or even protecting himself they would just think of it as some kind of curse.

Looking at his markings, he let out a soft sigh. One time, they were a bright electric blue but now they remained black. There was nothing that he could do about that. Lack of passion in anything other than to live be something that would make anyone's markings black like this.

Well, that or death would make someone's marking black as a sign that all life had left them. It must have been like that for Toshinori in a way. He was almost like death itself, a creature that was destined to hurt and rule over all and so called 'destroy' light. Letting out a soft sigh, he looked at the water and frowned a little. The line still wasn't dipping into the water, so nothing biting yet.

This was always the downside for him. He had no way to get bait to fish properly as no one would ever allow him to buy anything or make anything other than with what he could find out here. It would be hard for him to find something and of course, there was the odd time he would wander near the border of the human villages in order to find something that he could use.

If there was one thing though that he'd never do, it would steal. He had a better moral code than that. Just as how no matter how angry he would become, he would never hurt someone unless it was a manor of self-defence. Though, so far he hasn't had a reason to fight… well okay that was a lie he does have a reason for self-defence but that would make him no better than them. He would never, ever sink that low yet, if he was honest with himself? There were times where he did want to fight back, where he did want to hurt them because of the way they have treated him all his life.

Sighing softly, Toshinori rested his cheek against his arms as he just stared at the line, what could he do? If he left, he had nowhere to go. No family left that would even want him in the first place. At least, not that he knew of. His mother if he remembered right had a twin sister but, they hadn't seen eye to eye when she met his father but, that was about it.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, the blonde wondered where his life was going to take him. What was he meant to do with his life? Was he… was he really meant to rule and take over the world? To destroy light with all that he has? All that he was?

"Am I really meant to be a monster?" He whispered softly.

Honestly, he didn't think that he would get any kind of answer. Maybe he was meant to be alone, no friends, no family, no one to really depend on but himself. Letting out a soft sigh, the young man threw his arms and legs out before falling onto his back and sighed as he gazed up at the ceiling. His life was something that he knew would have been filled with pain, but loneliness as well? Well, let's just say that was something that he never signed up for but then again, who did?

Shaking his head, the young man rolled onto his side before looking over at his hut. It was for the most part a work in progress since he had trouble getting the supplies that he would need but for now it was home. It kept a roof over his head and it kept him warm mostly. But then again, he was warmer than a human… At least, from what he had been told about humans.

Sighing softly, the young man rolled himself until he was resting on his back once again. Life sure was rather strange, but then again maybe that was just his life.

Closing his eyes, the young man took a deep breath, hoping to calm his nerves. Pushing himself to sit up, he looked over at his hut once again and frowned a little. Maybe he'll have to cut some fire wood tomorrow. He had enough to get him through the night but otherwise, he'll need more for sure.

Maybe he could gather some herbs to help his food supply as well. Living on your own, you learn a few things that was for sure. Though Toshinori just wished that… they would give him a break and give him something at the very least. "Maybe I should see if I can find some cloth for a new cloak…" He said to himself, his old one had far too many holes in it for him to stay protected. Then of course it was too short for his tall frame.

"Hm?" He blinked his blue eyes in confusion as he looked over at the fishing line and couldn't help but smile before making his way over to the pole and pulled as roughly as he could.

Pulling it back, Toshinori couldn't help but grin, only for that smile to slowly fade. The fish was rather small, small enough to fit in his hand, starting just a bit below his middle finger and ending just above the heel of his hand. Sighing, the young man figured that at the moment, it was better than nothing. Plus, it wasn't like it was the first time he had gone without something to eat… or much to eat.

He was after all only eating what he could find.

Shaking his head, he pushed himself up and made his way inside his hit and set his fish aside before he gathered up his supplies. He'd need his knife so he could scale and gut the fish. Yawning softly, Toshinori got to work on the fish as quickly as he could, cutting his fingers a couple times as he did so before sticking it on a steel rod that he had found and cleaned up. With that in mind, he smiled a little before curling up in a ball as he watched his dinner cook.

His mind though drifting to happier times.

"Mommy, why are people so mean to me? Why do they… Why do they call me a 'Half'?"

"Oh Toshinori sweetie, they just don't understand how special you are."

"But, why do they call me a 'Half' mommy?"

"I… I… I…"

"Mommy?"

"I'm so sorry Toshinori… You only have this life because of your father and I and I'm so sorry."

Toshinori's eyes filled with sadness as he curled himself a little tighter. That was the only time he had ever seen his mother cry like that. She cried, because she knew the kind of life that he was living was, indeed because his parents weren't the same race, weren't the same kind of fae but at the same time he just couldn't fault them for falling in love. Sure, he hadn't had that happen to him yet and he doubted that it would ever happen.

Who would ever want to be with someone like him in the first place? No one would ever want to be with him, and he has… come to terms with that. He was sure of that. "I'm… I'm happy with my life…" He told himself, many, many times before yet each time he told himself he could never convince himself.

Sighing, the blonde looked up at the fish and gave a small smile at his meal. It was always something interesting to eat but, at the same time he wished that he had some spices or herbs to fix it up a bit. Nah that would have only made it too easy for him. He wanted to laugh at himself before shaking his head and nibbled on his fish. "What is in store for my life? What is my purpose in the first place? Why am I even really here? For some stupid prophecy or am I to live my own life the way I want to live it?" He asked himself, not really sure what to expect. What he could do at this moment.

Stretching his arms above his head, the young man took a big bite out of his fish and looked over to his left as he saw a wolf walking out of the bushes and seemed to whimper a little. Toshinori frowned a little, he didn't need any magic to know that the poor thing was hungry. Looking at the remains of his fish, he sighed softly before tossing it to the creature and it seemed to have happily obliged as it started to eat it with gusto.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be with your pack?" asked Toshinori, not really expecting an answer from this creature. The wolf looked up at him and tilted his head at the blonde before making its way over to Toshinori and bopped his nose against the blonde's cheek. Toshinori really couldn't help but smile softly at the creature before petting his fur, the wolf leaned into his touch and wagged his tail happily.

Toshinori chuckled at the reaction that he got from the wolf. If it wasn't people that treated him with respect, it was sure animals to do such a thing. It wasn't any kind of magic that he had, that much was for sure. It was just a part of who he was he figured.

That, and animals know who they could trust, they weren't stupid. They were rather smart, but they seemed to be more attached to fae more than humans. Unless they were already tamed by humans than it was a hit or miss. Sometimes they wouldn't attack another fae, or they would attack depending on the situation.

"You should run along now, you must have a pack waiting for you. Don't you?" He said softly, still petting the wolf. Though it seemed that the wolf didn't want to leave him. Instead, the wolf simply curled up next to him and nuzzled against the confused blonde.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have the wolf here for now. After all, what harm could it do for the time being? Maybe by tomorrow, the wolf would end up leaving him be, leave him to his own devices or even help him out when he would go out looking for supplies, food, or even something to fix his hut with or even add onto it for the upcoming seasons.

Though maybe it was easier said than done for the most part.

Shaking his head, the young man looked at the fire, still allowing it to burn as he frowned a little in confusion. As he watched the flames, he wondered if it would hold the secrets of his life. Give him the answers that he so desperately needed right now but, like always, his questions would always go unanswered.

But, that was to be expected in his life now wasn't it?