When the dam breaks
"To be an arc was to walk in the dark"
That's what his father always told me when i asked, why he wouldn't awaken my aura, why I couldn't be a huntsmen when all my sisters where. I would beg him and mother to change there minds to let me walk that path to be a hero like them. "jaune your never going to be a huntsmen, your not meant for that."
The conversation always ended the same with my fathers disapproving scowl, my mothers pity filled eyes and my tears. I was tired of it tired of being the but of all my school pears, all the disapproving looks of the people of are small little mountain town, there hush words when they thought i couldn't here them burned into my mind. " I hate you! I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran from the room out of the house into the dark woods that surrounded are ancestral home,fleeing into the cold winter night.
The broken moon hanged low in the sky acting as a dime guide in the cold black night, I stumbled scraping my knee, blood seeped from it and I found my self at the base of a great tree balling my eyes out. cold and alone, funny i thought no matter were I went I was alone.
"no my sweet little knight you are not" a silky voice half sang to me little more than a faint wispier on the wind. My eyes wiped around looking into the black the salty tears and fatigue blurring my vision, the voices presence pressing down on me like a heavy stone placed on my chest i found it hard to move as a cold presence creeping around me coaxing me into sleep, the last thing i heard was a light humming and the words "you belong to me".
daylight came like a tidlewave and the smell of cinnamon wayed heavy in the air, heavy blankets warped around me. why eyes rebelled not wanting to open though through what ever will I had left I forced them open. "jauney that was stupid of you" I felt a slender hand run through my hair lightly playing with my golden locks, I felt small calluses ran across my scalp.
"gwen" i manage to breath out, long golden hair breaded into a French braid touched my nose as she bent down as I found my self in a stern stare her sharp opal blue eyes piercing into mine. I turn away unable to meet her fierce gaze, unable to look at the frown staining her fair features. "Don't scare your big sis like that jaune you almost died from hypothermia, what where you thinking I wont always be around to save you little brother". Her eyes widen if she came to a understanding "dad said no then" her words no longer sturn.
I could tell that she had planed to continue as the door creaks open my mother coming in to check on me. I imagine that that's what gwinivier will look like when she gets older. though instead of blue her eyes where a deep brown, the same eyes that now filled with releaf and frustration all directed at me, The lecture lasted an hour.
I bored holes into my fathers side as he stood before my youngest sister Blanche,Blanche was three years my junior. Unlike me her hair was pale golden in colour giving the impression of white gold, bright blue eyes stared up at my father in wonder her dainty little form dwarfed by my family though I suppose I wasn't much better at the age of 6, His hand lays on her small head.
"We who stand vigle, fighting the cold dark are beckons of true light. vanguards of honour and glory that shall remain even when we are dust."
a dull silver glow surrounded my sister a clear sigh of her newly awakened aura the first step on the path of a huntsmen, the path I am denied. All i feel at this moment is hate, hate for my father hate for my mother and hate for all of them for the fact they have the thing I want more then anything to live up to are family's glorious past. most of all I feel hate for my little sister at this moment and i feel discusses with my self for it.
Her bright eyes full of light and of glee meet mine and I see that happiness crashes down around her, now i feel like trash. I can see the silent plee to me not to hate her for this and I feel the air in my lungs die. I want to tell her that i'm happy for her that i'm proud of her, but the words dont come. The words I Desperately try to say are snatched from me just like the air before them, I want to tell her that i'm still her dorky older brother and nothing will change that, that i'm proud to be her older brother.
But my lungs deify me to the bitter end unwilling to give this young girl this small comfort. "and why should you?" a darkly sweet voice whispering to me in the back of my head, comforting me in my little corner of self pitty and hate, comforting me and making me feel like its not so bad to feel this way... and it discuses me.
I nearly ran from the touching scene of my family huddled around my little sister in joyous revelry. I look back and see the hurt in my sisters eyes and it stings ... almost as much as the fact that none of them notice my absence.