The beginning.
Gareas Elidd was never a violent child. No, he was more of a pacifist. Oddly enough, he didn't like fighting. He was reserved a quiet, and usually picked on in school.
At the age of eight Gareas' peaceful self-disappeared. It might have gone to the same place were he went when Ernest died. The same place Gareas found himself now.
But that's a different story. Peaceful Gares; it doesn't seem possible. The Gareas we know is loud mouthed, impulsive, and has a tendency to hurt himself.
Nothing like the 8-year-old Gareas who sits before us crying. Why did life have to be so cruel? He never did anything bad, did he?
His father once told him that he ruined his life. Was Gareas getting punished for being born? It wasn't his fault! It wasn't his fault that.that.it was his fault.
"Mommy." The young boy mumbled as a feeling of dread filled him. He crawled over to the bedroom door and opened it, just enough to peek through.
His eyes widened at the sight before him. On the floor, covered in her own blood, laid his mother. Beside her his older sister sat crying.
"M.M.Mommy.Elia, what happened to mommy?"
His sister looked up and wiped tears from her eyes. "Nothing, Garu. You should go back to bed now." She stood up and walked over to the door.
"What happened to mommy?"
"Nothing,."
"Why is she all red?"
"We're.practicing for a play." Elia forced a smile. "Mommy is the princess."
"She doesn't look like a very pretty princess."
Garu sniffed as his sister picked him up and cradled him in her arms. "You're right, she isn't a pretty princess. Let's go call the make-up artists, they'll make her pretty. You want to call them?"
"What's the number?"
"9-1-1."
-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Oh! Suspense. Er.right. A Gareas Elidd tragedy brought to you by Sammi. I switched tenses once. Gomen-Ne, didn't mean to. I plan on continuing the story, so just wait. The make-up artists is completely original and.odd.
Time to go huggle Ryuichi pictures and think up more sadistic Yaoi stories while listening to Papa Roach.
.Right?
Gareas Elidd was never a violent child. No, he was more of a pacifist. Oddly enough, he didn't like fighting. He was reserved a quiet, and usually picked on in school.
At the age of eight Gareas' peaceful self-disappeared. It might have gone to the same place were he went when Ernest died. The same place Gareas found himself now.
But that's a different story. Peaceful Gares; it doesn't seem possible. The Gareas we know is loud mouthed, impulsive, and has a tendency to hurt himself.
Nothing like the 8-year-old Gareas who sits before us crying. Why did life have to be so cruel? He never did anything bad, did he?
His father once told him that he ruined his life. Was Gareas getting punished for being born? It wasn't his fault! It wasn't his fault that.that.it was his fault.
"Mommy." The young boy mumbled as a feeling of dread filled him. He crawled over to the bedroom door and opened it, just enough to peek through.
His eyes widened at the sight before him. On the floor, covered in her own blood, laid his mother. Beside her his older sister sat crying.
"M.M.Mommy.Elia, what happened to mommy?"
His sister looked up and wiped tears from her eyes. "Nothing, Garu. You should go back to bed now." She stood up and walked over to the door.
"What happened to mommy?"
"Nothing,."
"Why is she all red?"
"We're.practicing for a play." Elia forced a smile. "Mommy is the princess."
"She doesn't look like a very pretty princess."
Garu sniffed as his sister picked him up and cradled him in her arms. "You're right, she isn't a pretty princess. Let's go call the make-up artists, they'll make her pretty. You want to call them?"
"What's the number?"
"9-1-1."
-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Oh! Suspense. Er.right. A Gareas Elidd tragedy brought to you by Sammi. I switched tenses once. Gomen-Ne, didn't mean to. I plan on continuing the story, so just wait. The make-up artists is completely original and.odd.
Time to go huggle Ryuichi pictures and think up more sadistic Yaoi stories while listening to Papa Roach.
.Right?