Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, or some of them anyway, the OCs do, and so does the idea.
This is a Lorcan origin story.
The boy with no name.
He'd been given a name once, when he was born. But his mother had died soon after and as a half-breed no-one cared to tell him, or look after him. He had been rejected by the world, by the Fae within Doranelle who saw him as nothing more than a hybrid, a child of a Fae but also a child of a human, and so he was shown nothing but contempt. That had been fifty years ago, perhaps more, but not less.
He had no name. He was the nameless bastard child of Doranelle, the one that everyone ignored, that no-one saw, that some pitied. He didn't want their pity, nor their recognition, he wanted them all to die, to disappear and leave him alone in the world, a world where he could be nothing and everything. A world where the highborn Fae wouldn't sneer and taunt him with the smell of their food, with their burning fires and their warm clothes.
He had tried to steal that afternoon, tried to take a warm loaf from a bakery. He couldn't help it, it smelt so delicious and mouth-watering and he was so hungry and desperate. He hadn't noticed the Fae soldier standing not far from him, watching his every move. So when he'd finally, finally managed to get the baker turned away and grabbed the small loaf, he was there, pulling him back and throwing him against the wall of the opposite building.
He was powerful, too powerful for him to defend against, he'd thrown him against that building so quickly, so easily. Then again, even if he was a fully grown half-Fae male, he was starved, almost dead. He didn't feel anything as the Fae soldier dragged him away from the bakery, away from the delicious smells of the square, didn't feel it as he beat him into oblivion in a dark alley where no-one would see him. And then he left.
He was so tired.
The dark shadows in the corner of his vision grew. Death wasn't far away. At least he would be able to die out of sight.
A strange female scent wrapped around him and he lifted his head. A beautiful female stood before him, watching him with large, sad eyes. She stepped towards him, and then stopped.
Good. No creature in their right mind would touch him. He was a disgusting creature.
As the blackness rushed in, he felt cool, slender hands reach around him and hold him. Death's release was so close.