My Childhood

by TurtlePowers46

The boy's mother called him Azriel, his father called him a bastard, his step-mother called him a demon, and his brothers called him a toy. The screams that came out from that small child caught the attention of one the warriors in the Illyrian lord's war camp. The healers did everything they could to try and save Azriel's hands; the scars on his hands would remain. (rewritten)

4. Chapter 4

I'm sorry about Rys's mother. She doesnt have a name so I had to give her one.

Thank you for reading and i hope you like it

I don't own anything just my ideas

Sorry its short

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The bathroom was a very large area with a tub in the middle of the room. A mirror hanging on the wall beside the tub and there was a small table with a bowl of water that acted like a sink. There was a stool in front of the table and what looked to be a makeshift rug to catch the falling water.

Azriel for the first time in his life he took a very long bath, cleaned every part of himself and even wanted to cut his hair. The woman of the house came into the room where Azriel bathe, picked up some soap, poured it unto his head to wash his hair better than what he tried to do.

"Delvon left you with me and my sons. This will be your home for the time you are here." Rubbing the soap harder in Azriel's head "Would you like for me to trim your hair?" she asks ever so softly.

Azriel nodded his head then looked up at her from the mirror in front of his looking into her eyes he said "I don't know your name."

" Altha" the woman named Altha said smiling to the boy below her.

Once he was all cleaned off Altha helped Azriel dry himself off. When he was all clean and standing naket in front of Altha she could see all the scars on his body that his 'family' had given him. She held her breath not wanting to say anything to the boy for the fear of making him pani. But Azriel was already used to people looking at him, hating him, he would just wait for her to do the same.

"Let's get to this head of hair." She went to grab the sheers from the counter next to the bowl of water. Azriel wrapped himself with the towel that Altha gave him, sat down on the stool and began to cut his hair.