"Veilandih, I hope you are not still in bed child!" A voiced called up the stairs of a cozy yet upscale townhouse in Notting Hill.
A series of small rapid footsteps echoed from upstairs as a small child the age of 10 hurried down to the parlor. His skin was the color of coffee with a light amount of cream. A halo of bouncing dark chocolate curls sprouted from his head reaching the base of his skull. A soft whit t-shirt hung off of his body nearly hiding the dark blue shorts beneath. The only thing off about the youth's appearance was the presence of a large burn that covered almost the entirety of his tiny leg. He skidded across the polished cherry wood flooring in his little yellow ankle socks. He came to a halt in the kitchen doorway and gave a bright smile to The older woman at the island sipping from a teacup. She returned the smile before gesturing to the food set opposite of her.
"Eat your lunch now dear it's time to take your medicine." She said.
"Okay umakhulu." Veilandih replied hopping onto the stool in front of his food.
His Grandmother gave him a sad frown as he ate. They waited a week before taking off for London, England. They had contacted a doctor there who specialized in severe burns on adolescents. As soon as they settled in their new home they took their grandson in to meet the specialist. The doctor looked over the four year old's injury with pity as she recalled the tearful call she made days before about how he obtained the burn. He prescribed some anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, and creams to help with the healing. It would be some time before Veilandih would be able to walk somewhat normally. The nerve damage done to his leg would surely leave him with a permanent limp. He would be in physical therapy for years.
She did not count on Sekhmet's blessing easing along his recovery at a much quicker pace. His mobility improved in a little over a year and the burn healed fully a few years after. However Veilandih's leg would remain scared well into his adulthood.
Veilandih was not ignorant of the stares he received from others. They were the main reason he usually covered his legs. He didn't want to be treated differently from other kids, but he knew he would be pitied by anyone who knew about his leg. He worked harder, studied everything that caught his interest until one day he knew what he wanted to be known for. His grandfather took him to the movies while his grandmother went to work at a research facility. Tron was the most amazing thing Veilandih had ever seen and he became obsessed. He got all the posters, memorabilia, and his grandfather even got his hands on a autographed light disk. All of the technology he saw in the movie, despite being fictional, inspired him. He was going to build.