A/N - I think I'm writing them in kinda small portions. If you want me to write more per chapter, give me a review or something! Thanks!
"Inconceivable! There's no way we can take him in!" In shock, the administrator of student enrollment dismissed the idea of raising a child without proper payment. He reddened in the cheeks, and thrashed his hands about in violent gestures. "You perfectly know the rules we have! You'll just have to leave him in the neighboring village!"
"With all due respect, sir, that village isn't the ideal place for a growing infant." The old man who brought the orphaned child replied with quiet words. Yet, in his soft speaking, he exuded a stubbornness that wouldn't back down to neither administrator, emperor, nor even the gods.
"We can't afford to just take in children for free!"
The old man grimaced at the thought. Was everything really about money in these desperate times? The government may have been crumbling down, but he hoped that citizens hadn't degenerated into money-grubbing misers. In regretful, crystalline blue eyes, he pondered on what civilization has become. He brushed an errant wisp of hair, which looked nearly identical to fresh snow. A few minutes passed, and he spoke again.
"Keep the child, or I'll no longer lend my services to you."
"Hah!" The balding administrator chortled in bemusement, and looked back at the man. "You think you're so special! I'll have you know that there are plenty of others who can fill your place."
"If that is the case, then consider my time served. But deny that baby its right to live, and you condemn us all to doomsday." With that final warning, he parted his employer of nearly thirty years. With sweat beads running down his temples, the short and squat man had failed in his bluff, and now received an omen about the child. The old man was always right about the future, and he couldn't risk the existence of humanity over one child. How else could he receive his payday?
The baby wiggled his arms and legs in the air, and the panicked man looked at him. "Maybe the old coot's right…" he thought to himself, while hoisting the baby into his arms, and then patting him on his shoulder. Letting out a healthy burp, the baby smiled contently, and gurgled in all his mirth. "Eh…I guess I should become his father. But what to name him…what do you think?" In eccentricity, he held the child at arm's length, and asked for any idea about his name.
Inadequately trained in speech, the little one merely clicked his mouth, and added miscellaneous vowels to it.
"…Kilik? Well…not like I know anything better. Kilik it is!"
"Inconceivable! There's no way we can take him in!" In shock, the administrator of student enrollment dismissed the idea of raising a child without proper payment. He reddened in the cheeks, and thrashed his hands about in violent gestures. "You perfectly know the rules we have! You'll just have to leave him in the neighboring village!"
"With all due respect, sir, that village isn't the ideal place for a growing infant." The old man who brought the orphaned child replied with quiet words. Yet, in his soft speaking, he exuded a stubbornness that wouldn't back down to neither administrator, emperor, nor even the gods.
"We can't afford to just take in children for free!"
The old man grimaced at the thought. Was everything really about money in these desperate times? The government may have been crumbling down, but he hoped that citizens hadn't degenerated into money-grubbing misers. In regretful, crystalline blue eyes, he pondered on what civilization has become. He brushed an errant wisp of hair, which looked nearly identical to fresh snow. A few minutes passed, and he spoke again.
"Keep the child, or I'll no longer lend my services to you."
"Hah!" The balding administrator chortled in bemusement, and looked back at the man. "You think you're so special! I'll have you know that there are plenty of others who can fill your place."
"If that is the case, then consider my time served. But deny that baby its right to live, and you condemn us all to doomsday." With that final warning, he parted his employer of nearly thirty years. With sweat beads running down his temples, the short and squat man had failed in his bluff, and now received an omen about the child. The old man was always right about the future, and he couldn't risk the existence of humanity over one child. How else could he receive his payday?
The baby wiggled his arms and legs in the air, and the panicked man looked at him. "Maybe the old coot's right…" he thought to himself, while hoisting the baby into his arms, and then patting him on his shoulder. Letting out a healthy burp, the baby smiled contently, and gurgled in all his mirth. "Eh…I guess I should become his father. But what to name him…what do you think?" In eccentricity, he held the child at arm's length, and asked for any idea about his name.
Inadequately trained in speech, the little one merely clicked his mouth, and added miscellaneous vowels to it.
"…Kilik? Well…not like I know anything better. Kilik it is!"