Don't worry guys! I'm still working on Tellus/City of the Fallen, I just wanted to get this little Mnem short out of my way so I could keep working. xD Hope you like it! Maybe it'll even give you a little insight as to why he acts the way he does.
Inspiration for these comes from 'Black Birds' by Linkin Park. Everything (Minecraft, Linkin Park, everything I mention, basically…) belongs to their respective owners.
"Mnem!"
"Coming, Mama."
The youth was handsome in every sense of the word, if a little… pretty. He had a quiet elegance about him as he made his way down the steps, gray eyes falling on his mother's thin frame. Black hair framed a perfect pale face, only a few blemishes to speak of. Though his lips were cracked due to the weather, he seemed to be nothing but a doll, emotionless and apathetic. He wasn't too terribly tall, quite yet. After all he was only nearing eleven. What he lacked in height, however, he made up for in-
"Your father wanted to spar with you, today."
…Fighting. He was nothing against his father but Mnem was a force to be reckoned with by others – and while he preferred to be the peace maker he was more than capable of holding his own.
"Yes, mother." Mnem murmured, bowing softly and stepping outside. The sky was clouding up and he just knew it would rain soon. Perhaps with any luck it would be just enough to cool it off a little outside…-
A blade flew through the air. Mnem did not react, his eyes glaring at the man who threw it. Blood trickled from the small cut on his cheek and Mnem looked down, then behind him, pulling the blade from the wall of the house. "Mom won't appreciate that," Mnem started, tossing the blade and looking at his father, who chuckled and withdrew a sword.
"Yes, I suppose she won't. Tell you what. Loser takes the blame."
Mnem smirked, looking up at the sky. "Wait for it."
The man followed his son's gaze, frowning in annoyance.
Drip
Mnem shot forward, letting out a warning growl. His father looked down, smirking and blocking the attack with his own sword as he jumped out of the way. Mnem was right behind him, lifting his leg and hitting his elder in the cheek with his heel, throwing the blade behind him. "C'mon," Mnem snarled, smirking and bouncing on his feet in a fighting stance, "don't hide behind some useless metal, you and I both know that isn't a show of strength, it's a sign of cowardice."
The man looked down at the weapon before smirking, throwing it down on the ground and dropping into his own stance.
"Say the word, kid."
"…Word."
Lightning hit the ground and thunder sounded shortly after. All was brightened for that short second, and the battle ended – black hair dripped water onto the older man's face, the slim body of the teenager pinning him on the grass. "Give up?" Mnem smirked, his lips inches from the man's face, eyes narrowed as he breathed heavily, the rain soaking his back.
"You two." The voice sounded somewhere behind them and Mnem stood, dusting himself off needlessly, looking back at his mother. She sighed and shook her head. "…Get inside. Dinner is ready."
Mnem smirked and sauntered away from the man in his victory, leaving the elder behind.