((here you go people, the chapter you have been waiting for. Some of the words i have used are of Spanish/Italian making. and a couple are my own. so sit back read and enjoy))
Hands grabbed him, forcing him down. Making him kneel. He tried to look away but another pair of hands, grabbed his chin forcing him to look. He closed his eyes. He would not see. He would not see..
He felt the hands let go, only to deliver a stinging back handed blow.
Someone talking to him. Saying he will watch. Another back hand blow.
He opened his eyes. Suddenly wishing he hadn't…. To late. He had seen.
Death all around him, death was shouting, crying, so many voices calling to him. Invading his head. He screamed trying to block out the noise with his own. Trying to smother the sounds but the hands would not let go on him. Making him listen.
Sage was kneeling amongst the muddy ruts of this slaughter. Or rather he was being held down. He was stripped to the waist and bleeding from more than a dozen cuts on his chest, arms and back. every time he tried to block the energies of the poor people out there, another cut was made. Pain made him loose his grip on his shields. That voice was still talking to him. Him still screaming from the pain. He could feel the people dying. His own pain at being cut. The pain of the life energies from the dying going into him. Finally the killing stopped.
The death faded.
He wanted the blackness of oblivion to take him. The peace….
The hands wouldn't let him. They pulled him up. Making him stand.
Although if they had let go he would have fallen to the ground. They dragged him away from the bodies towards a tent set further back, away from the death and killing.Dragging him inside and then they letting go. Letting him fall into a graceless heap on the floor. He pulled himself up to his knees, his hands still trying to block out the screaming, the voices in his head.
It Didn't work. He could still hear the dying, he could still see them.
Sage awoke crying into the pillows. His throat hurt, a sign he had been screaming again. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and rolled over. This was the fourth dream in a row like this. More real then the one before. All about the things he had been trying to forget. It had been as though he was reliving his past. When he had rolled onto his back, he froze suddenly. Something told him he was still dreaming. Gods he hoped he was, this was not his bed. Not his but he knew whose.
He was not alone. A dark figured stood at the other end of the room watching him. The figure shrouded in the shadows.
"My pet, you have managed to evade me this far, but surely you know you can't hide from me forever. Your place is by my side, at my feet. I am coming and I will find you. And when I do. Don't think that anyone will keep you from me. Not when I tell them what you are"
"No" Sage shouted. "No, I will not. Never again, no"
"We shall see!" the amused reply came and then the figure vanished.
Sage sat up with a cry of denial still forming on his lips. He looked round the room hastily. He was breathing hard as though he had been running a marathon. He clutched the pillows round him. This was his room. This was his home. This was the Vale. He moved back so he was leaning on the wall. He hugged the blankets close, for comfort. That last dream had been no dream at all.
It had been him. His master. He was close he had to be, for him to be able to get into his head he must be close. At least halfway across Hardorn, if not closer. And the only reason he could reach him was because Sage was sleeping and his shields were ever so slightly weaker and because his Master still retained some of the powers he had taken off Sage.
Gradually his breathing slowed down. He relaxed slightly. He was in the Vale he was safe. But at the back of his mind he knew his master had been right. They wouldn't want to keep him around when they found the truth and he could only bluff them for so long. Time was running out.
He rose from the bed and stumbled outside to the main room. The pale light of day was gracing the sky to the east. The main room was a mess, as was the bathing room. But still outside looked un-touched. So his shields had held then. Outside his mage powers would not effect anything but inside it looked as though a hurricane had come through.
He knew this would happen. His nightmares had been getting worse.
Things had started to happen in his sleep. He moved things, when he threw things in his nightmares he threw things in his Ekele. He was glad he had set the shield into the floor a few inches inside the Ekele. He Didn't think the walls would hold against magic. He leant on table. With a tired wave he set the room back to rights. Things picked themselves up and went back to where they should be.
This wasn't the first time he had, had to use magic to tidy up and he knew it wouldn't be the last the way things were going.
When all the room was to rights. He dismissed his shields and walked out into the doorway. He stood watching the sun rise, taking in the calm and peacefulness of the morning. He stood just outside. Not caring that if anyone walked past they would see him in his sleeping clothes. The clothes in question felt wonderfully light in the cool breeze of the morning. Thoughts racing through his head. What should he do. Should he stay? or should he leave? Should he tell or not?
Finally he made a decision and turning, he ducked back inside hastily threw on some cleaner clothes and left his home, he hadn't bothered with brushing his hair, or even his beads, something he hadn't been without since he first came to the Vale.
He walked down the paths until he reached the very limits of the Vale, he could see it shimmering in front of him. With out a backward glance he stepped through. He had to pause for a long moment. It was colder outside the Vale than within. He wasn't wearing anything substantial, and he was bare foot.
When the cold had ceased to bother him, he set off again. Not paying attention to the few Dyheli that were around. He left the path and fled into the forest.
Darian came through the door of the council Ekele at a near run, he had flown up the steps. He slid to a neat stop and looked round at the waiting people. His face showing disappointment and regret. He shook his head as he told them his news.
"I am Sorry, Kauri can't find him. He's vanished. I've spoken to Llayner again and she said he left early this morning. He had a nightmare. One of the worst ones yet apparently. Llayner said this time he was talking, no shouting at someone. But not in any language she knew of" Darian looked round at them. Looking into their faces.
"He got dressed and then went, some of the Dyheli saw him fleeing into the forest north of here. In the direction I found him" Darian finished.
The gathered people looked grim. It was getting dark and Sage had been missing for most of the day. No-one had seen hide nor hair of him since Kel and some of the Gryphons had been flying over the forest. And they could not see any sign of him. They guessed he was hiding from them.
The people in this room were mainly the council of the Vale, Keisha,
Silverfox and Nightwind were also there. Kel would be soon, he was flying another relay over the forest. The gryphons had been searching the forest in all directions when ever a break in the rain appeared.
"But why would he leave, like this. I thought he was happy here. I thought he had found his peace" Keisha said desperately. She couldn't think why he had gone.
In an unconscious gesture most of the gathered people looked to Silverfox. He was leaning on the wall at the far side of the room, mainly listening and saying little. His face was troubled.
"Please anything you can tell us" Keisha pleaded. "I know you can't tell all that he said to you" Silverfox thought for a moment.
"Well he has said nothing about wanting to leave. Or feeling he had to leave" Silverfox paused for second. "However, he did mention something about having to tell us"
"Tell us what?" half the room asked in unison. But Silverfox didn't answer. He wasn't looking at them, he was looking into the open porch like platform on which Kel was landing. He hurried inside eager to avoid the rain that was starting to fall. they all looked to him hopefully. But the Gryhpon just shook his head sadly, as he shook himself gently to settle his feathers.
"I could find no trace of him. I looked all over" Kel looked genuinely upset. He glanced over his shoulder and eyed the rain drops with dispassion.
The others looked back to Silverfox, hoping he would tell them what he had about to tell them before Kels arrival disrupted them.
"When he was talking to me recently, all was fine until he suddenly stopped, he was looking to the future, he said he would have to tell us something, there was something coming and he would have to tell us soon" Silverfox looked round the group. All eyes were on him.
"What was coming, Who was coming? Did he say?" Starfall asked. Silverfox shook his head, regret in his face. "We were disrupted before he would tell me" The people in the room sagged. Normally they would not have been this worried about someone taking time for themselves. But this was Sage. He never went out of the Vale unless he had to. He knew that no-one could hurt him in the Vale. And when he did go out of the Vale it was always in the presence of one of the Hawkbrothers or Kel. The room as a whole reflected on this.
"He had seemed a little more distracted of late. Something was playing on his mind" Silverfox added.
Outside the rain began to fall heavier. A sign that a storm was setting in, it looked as though it would last the night. Keisha went to look out of the window, she shivered even though it was warm inside the building. Anyone in the forest would be cold and soaking with in minutes.
She was aware of the others talking behind her. Asking Silverfox more questions. She could hear him. Telling only small things. Things that everyone, could have picked up on if they had of looked.
Keisha turned away from the window to face the room. They were being silly she told herself sternly. It wasn't as Sage didn't know how to take care of himself in forest.
"You should not worry" A quiet voice, said from the wall a little way from the door. As one the room turned, even those who had been close to the door. And for the most part the people in the roomjumped. No one had heard anyone else come into the room. Sage was standing there, soaked to the skin,
muddy and shivering.
Keisha started towards him but he shook his head. "I am fine. I am sorry for worrying you all. It is just, I wanted to think. To make a decision and I did not want to open my eyes and see this place. It would effect what I chose"
Keisha stopped in her tracks, from the tone of his voice Sage truly was sorry for worrying them. And it sounded as though he had more to say.
"I have heard what you said, before I came in" he shrugged "I did not want to interrupt anything important" he looked round at them. He could see that they looked relieved that he had come back. He really had no idea that they were, that worried out him.
He walked slowly round the room looking at each person in turn, his quiet looking, was un-nerving. He left a trail of muddy rain water behind him. Finally he came to stop by Silverfox.
"I thank you for you silence, I know it must have been hard to bear alone. But now, I am going to change that." He said quietly to the Kestra'chern.
"I thank you for trusting me" Silverfox returned with a bow of his head. Sage turned back to the room. "You may want to sit down. I have a feeling this will take a while" he said the room as a whole. They looked round for seats and soon after a little shifting of furniture around they were all settled. All apart from Sage who remained standing near the porch that Kel had come in on.
"I think that the time has come for you to know. To know, what's coming for me, who is coming for me." Sage said quietly. He turned his back to the room for a second, and anyone with the slightest sense of magic, could feel and see Sages shield spring up round the room.
Firesong and Starfall looked to each other but said nothing. If Sage had put a shield up it would be for a reason he would reveal soon enough.
"I have been looking, seeing which future will be. All of the bad.
Most of them the same. I leave the Vale in the morning and never go back. He catches me, takes me back, life goes back to how it was"
Sage related what he had seen with a toneless inflection.
"Itell you some, I still leave, he still finds me. They all go this way. I was going to give up. Then I thought, and I saw, the one future that is the most unlikely. But the best. The one I would not do, because I would have to tell you everything" He turned to face them again. His face expressionless.
"But then, even if you did not want me to stay, the future would not change, so I have nothing to lose. If you want me, then everything changes"
He traced a random pattern on his sleeve before talking again.
"I think I will tell you all, but compacted, I think. It would take to long for all small details"
He looked at them all one last time, and then he hung his head,
looking away. If he looked at them, he would not be able to tell them.
He took a breath and started his story.
"After the tower fell, mercenaries found me wandering. I had no idea were I was meant to go. They found me and took me with them. Across the land. To the east, and onwards to the sea. From there they found a ship sailing to new lands, it was the only ship heading that way. The sea trip lasted for six weeks. During the voyage the mercenaries, took ill. They could not keep water down and they died. The sailors buried them at sea. Finally the ship arrived at what would be my home for the next couple of thousand years or so. De Amarda"
Sage carried on tracing his pattern on his sleeve. He couldn't bring himself to look at them.
"I spent the next fifty or so years in one of the back water Islands.
I helped the village people, I was a seer for them. I told the that I was of a race of people from far across the sea. We always looked young. That way they did not ask to much about why I did not grow old.
Finally after two generations, I told them that I would have to go back home to die. They let me go. And I went on to another island. The name De Amarda, means the islands. Each island is the size of Valdemar or bigger." Sage explained.
"I spent my years going from island to island. Explaining away my looks with the same excuse, that all my people looked the same. I never told anyone I was the only one. It stayed that way for a long time. I worked in some interesting places." Sages smile left no-one wondering exactly what he meant by interesting places. "But that was my choice, it kept me out of the way of the guards" a slight shudder from Sage left them wondering just what made him glad the guards didn't find him.
"I was trained as a priest in twenty different religions" Sage smiled.
Each one was as different and yet similar as the last. He reflected to himself. Aware that the others were listening with baited breath he went on.
"And then, then I left the last temple, when all who had joined with me died. I told them I was going on a pilgrimage to the mountains. I went to the capital island. The island where the Il signore delle isole, lived"
"Who?" Starfall asked quietly.
Sage looked up for a second startled his eyes puzzled, and then he remembered that they would not know what that meant. He thought for a moment, thinking for the words."The lord of the Isles" he said finally. And simply. He looked away again.
Keisha, now understood. Why Sage had put the shield up round the room,
as he was talking he was showing them images of what he seen, what he had done. So as well as hearing the tale, all in the room were seeing it. As he told them about the Lord of the isles. An image came into all there minds. An elderly man with greying hair. Surely this couldn't be the man that Sage was so afraid of.
"When I got there, it was discovered that I was good with a sword. The guards saw me one day, and I was taken for training in the palace. I was to become one of the Kitara. The Elite fighters. Known as the membro delle ombre." he paused again thinking of the words. As he paused he turned away from them all.
"It means Member of the shadows. The best of all sword fighters. I was told to be one of them was a great honour. We guarded the Lord and his family"
An image came to mind, it showed a group of people dressed all in black. They were stood in a line, stood to attention. Six in all.
As one, on command they drew their swords. Only these swords were no ordinary swords. They were made of black steel. With black braid around the handles. As the room "looked" at the image. It became clear, one of the six, who was wearing a black bandana, was Sage.
"Yes I am the one with the Bandana" Sage said hearing the unvoiced question. From someone in the room.
"I spent ten relatively happy years as one of them. I was one of the best. It was against the law for anyone but us to have the black steel blades and wear the black braid on the sword." Sage explained. In truth he was stalling for time. Not wanting to go onto the last part of his story.
"Most of my life was happy. I was not a slave for all of my life, only the last sixty or so years. When the Lord died" The image of the old man with grey hair came back to mind.
"He named that his son would take over from him. You see, Lordship is not hereditary, it can go to someone else, but most of the time it did. And this time was no exception. More to the pity his son was named the new Il signore delle isole." Sage hung his head. His back to the room still.
"This is where, my story takes a turn for the worse. The new lord came into his power. And he made full use of the fact that he was the law.
He could do nothing wrong. Nothing or no-one would be able to oppose him. I suppose you could call him a tyrant."
An image came to mind. And all at once. Everyone in the room could see why Sage would be afraid of him. The image showed a man dressed in blood red clothes, richly adorned with gold stitching. A malicious sneer graced an otherwise handsome face. The man looked to be fairly tall, with close cut dark hair and a trimmed beard. His eyes were dark green and showed no life or humour. It was like they looked straight through them.
Darian suppressed a shudder when he looked into those eyes. It wouldn't have mattered as Sage was not looking. But if he could send them images it meant that he would be able to feel what people are thinking.
"The new Lord had always had an eye for me, because I was different.
But, he could do nothing when his father was alive. The rules in De Amarda, say that any free person can refuse advances on another. Lord or commoner. This son was spoilt though, he was not used to people saying no, so whenever I did, it did not go down well." Sage paused for a second gathering his courage to go on. The silence in the room was tangible, if someone drew a knife it would surely cut the air.
The only sound to break the quiet was the hammering of the rain and the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance.
"So when his father died. One of his first acts was to announce that I was Sucio, unclean, unfit to fight. He ordered that his guards take me away.
I spent months in his dungeons. Whilst he worked on me, making me less likely to refuse him. He discovered by accident what I could do.
His guards were beating me, relentlessly, when on of them touched me,
my shield faltered, I killed him with a single thought of power. When people die around me, I am a magnet for there energies. They are drawn to me." Sages voice had dropped, so very quiet but still everyone could hear him.
"The Son, was a educated man, he read books from across the sea, he read all kinds of books and he had found out about magic. But no-one in the De Armardas had magic. So when he saw that I did. A whole new way to be cruel opened up to him. He tried to make me kill for him. Kill with magic. I would not. I refused. Each time I did. He would do something else to me.Pain, always pain"
Sages voice went sad at his remembering. He had stopped the images. The others could now not see anything, they could only listen. No-one dared to move, no one wanted to break the flow of memories. Sad and as painful as it was. He was finally trusting them.
"Finally he declared that I would be his slave. That meant that he could do anything he wanted to me. Even if I refused. All the times I refused his advances, all the times I said no. he made me pay for it.
He loved the fact he could take me when ever he wanted. Especially when he found out that nothing he did would kill me. If I had really displeased him, he would let his guards have me as well. " Sages smile went grim, even though no one could see it. They all picked it up in the tone of his voice.
"Then when he found out that pain would make me loose the control, on my already fragile shields. As you know from when I came here, it was an all or nothing shielding. He whenever he waged war on some peoples,
or someone had displeased him, or for any reason he wanted someone killed he made sure I was there. And in pain. If I resisted they hurt me more, until I could not hold on. And then they would kill, the person, the armies and he would make me, take their life energies. He was even more pleased when he found out that he could then take the energies from me and use them for himself. He was much feared for his "God like powers" Sage went on.
Now all the others understood, the scars on his body, why he didn't like to show them and why he didn't like to be touched, and most of all why he was afraid of strange men.
All he had learnt from the guards was to fear them, they brought pain.
They gave pain to him, pain on the orders of this man, although Sage would not show them, they could all feel his anger and self hate at being used like this.
"In the end, I was always in pain, so much pain, that I would do whatever he asked just to make it stop. He got into my head" Sages voice dropped to a whisper "He broke me" came out in a strangled half sob. "that alone changes so many things. Mainly knowing that he did and he can. That is why I fear him so. He got into my head"
He paused once more trying to compose himself so he could go on.
"I am the most powerful thing in this world but that means nothing, he broke me, and for sixty odd years I have been made into his pet.
Forced to take the life energies of the dead, so he could kill, forced to do whatever he wanted, the worst part of it was not being taken against my will, but the fact that I could feel the enjoyment that the others got out of it, many times I could feel it. And it is very hard to distinguish between what I felt and what they felt"
Silverfox, closed his eyes for a second, and mentally flinched at Sages use of the word Thing. So that was where some of the self hate that Sage had, had come from, being able to feel the enjoyment of the others as they hurt him.
"It wasn't your fault, you know you couldn't control what you felt then, you had not the training" Silverfox said. Firesong and many of the others nodded in agreement.
Sage simply nodded once. "I know that now" he whispered. He went still for a while his hands by his sides.
Then he continued, he tapped his head and slowly turned back to face them, his face in shadows, hiding the tears that rolled down his face.
"I heard and felt each one of them die. No matter much I hurt, how much I screamed. I could still hear them dying, feel there pain at such violent deaths. They shout to me, begging for retribution, to be let go" he told them, his voice returning to a slightly more normal level.
"Why don't you?" Firesong asked quietly, the healing adept felt his heart go out to Sage, no wonder he hadn't wanted to learn how to hurt with magic. He had already known, had been made to.
Sage looked to him. "If I do before they have had their justice on My master, then they will fail and fall into limbo, they will never be at peace. At least if they are in me, they can harm no one else. It took me years before I learned to quiet them"
"Surely that would send someone mad" Keisha interjected before she had, had time to think before she spoke. "Sorry she blushed. But Sage was shaking his head.
"Do not be, it did make me mad. Much to my Masters enjoyment, it did drive me mad, every time someone else was killed it would throw me again. He took power from me, whether I wanted him to have it or not"
He looked to the other mages in the room, "I do not know if you know,
but having power taken from you against your will, hurts a lot, its like part of you being pulled away"
He moved forward in the light, his arms wrapped round his waist hugging himself. He couldn't look at them, but they could all see his tears, and if they chose to they would be able to feel, how much this had cost him to tell them, to bare all for them to hear and see.
Also if anyone noted, which they probable didn't was the fact that as Sage was telling his story, his stammer had increased again, to something like it was before they had helped him over come it. A stammer which now only effected him, if he was tired or very emotional. The latter did not happen frequently. None the less, everyone in the room, understood what he said with out trouble.
"The nightmares, have been more than that recently. It has been him,
in my head telling me that he is coming. I would guess he is around Hardorn, or closer. He is coming for his pet"
Sage sagged down with his back to wall, all his energy now failing him. He had finished his story. But before anyone could ask anything of Sage. Kel leapt to his feet his talons flexing his eyes flashing.
"I don't care what you have been made to do, you never wanted to do it did you?" the rather angry Gryhpon demanded. Sage wordlessly shook his head. Wondering where Kel was going with this.
"Well then, this lord may come for you. And he will leave without you.
We all have a past. But you do not belong to anyone, or anything. The only thing you belong to is the Vales and any place you chose, you are a Wingbrother now and for always." Kel turned to face the room his eyes still flashing. It was known that Kel liked Sage, he still always thought of him as rather vulnerable. Even though Sage could level most of the Vale with a single thought.
"I will chase this lord and anyone with him, all the way to the ends of the earth before I let him take you away" Kel finished daring anyone in the room to say otherwise.
Sage realised that he must warn them why his Master was coming. He interrupted Kel to tell them.
"He is bent on getting me back, for three main reasons." Sage held up three fingers - three on his left hand.
"One, because he found a way to use the power he took from me to keep himself young. By all accounts he should be nearly eighty, but he could and does pass for twenty or thirty. With out my power he will surely grow old fast and die. Something I do not think, he will allow. Two, because he had been taking my power for so long, he has a reputation as a warlord with "God like powers" it is the reason he has managed to rid himself of all enemies. And last but by no means least. No possession of his has a free will. He will be embarrassed and very angry that I managed to get away again. And stay away, the last two times he found me, I got no further then the ports. He does not like his pets to know freedom" He finished ticking off his fingers and lowered them. And looked into their faces.
"It will make him ruthless and he will spare no-one, he has had a long time of people doing his every whim and not refusing you" He warned the room. Starfall glanced round the room, and took in all of their expressions,
he did not need to be an empath or a mind reader to know what everyone was thinking.
"I think I speak for everyone when I say this Sage, it is like Kel said, you are Wingbrother, and part of this Vale. You are, our friend. We will not hand you over willingly, if this Lord of the isles wants a fight we will give him one. Besides, he had one less weapon over you know"
Sage looked up at him from the floor, he peered at the elder over his knees, confusion on his teary face.
"We now know about you, mostly" Starfall added. "I am sure there are a few things you did not tell, but then we would ask no more of you. You have obviously overcome a lot to tell us what you have, and you can rest assured what you have told us will go no further then this room. We will only tell Breon only what he needs to know. We thank you for trusting us". Starfall finished.
The whole room started telling Sage that they would not let him go.
This was too much for him, he began to weep openly. Tears running down his face unashamedly. The others let him be for a moment.
Then Keisha and Silverfox both shared a look and then they strode over to Sage and sat next to him. Silverfox placed a hand on Sages arm.
"Now your demons will be laid to rest" he said simply. Sage nodded simply, he sniffed a few times and got a control on himself again. He took a deep breath in and his shield fell. Drawing back into him.
"I can see why you did not want to say what happened to you, but I think you really are brave" Keisha added. She gestured to the room,
all were talking animatedly saying how they would defend Sage. Kel was threatening to disembowel anything that even thought about trying to take Sage. Sage smiled through the last of his tears.
"I also have to thank you Healer Keisha" he said very quietly. So only Silverfox and Keisha could hear him. Keisha looked at him confused for a moment. Before Sage went on to explain.
"I know, you must have known something about what happened to me, that first time you healed me. You had to go in a healing trance. You could have said something and you never. For that I thank you." he bowed his head to her. Keisha blushed for a moment. "It was not for me to tell" was all she could say.
Firesong and Darian were the next to come over to Sage, both of them looked very sheepish. "Look Sage we're so sorry for trying to make you learn combat magic." Firesong said, although he had his mask on, his voice showed how sorry they were.
Sage stopped him with a shake of his head. He pulled himself to his feet. "You did not know, it was not your fault. Beside, I have something, good to add the this tale." that statement drew the attention of the room again.
"I went to talk to the Kyree the other day. They knew more about me,
than I thought they would. I know that I was made to create shields.
Any kind of shield I can make. I can shield anything, person, building or animal. I can shield against anything." he motioned to Nightwinds bracelet the one that shielded her against Sages dreams.
"And, I have found out, through pain, I can take life. I can channel death" Sage paused and then smiled he would not let that ruin what he had to say. "The Kyree told me, that I am a channel. This I always knew. But now I know, that I can channel pain, away from people. If someone is in pain I can take the pain, if only for a while, I can help them. I can help a dying person speak to their children, give them a little peace" The smile of Sages face grew. He looked to Keisha.
"I can not heal, but I can help. Finally I can help. I can do what I was made for. It is a good feeling"
This revelation, sent the room into more discussion, about all the people he could help. Sage stood back and watched, he couldn't believe it. With out even flinching they had accepted what he had told them.
And then gone on to say that they would not abandon him.
Un-noticed he went to sit by the wall. All the talking had worn him out, he had spent most of the day, seeing into the immediate future,
as he rested his head on the wall. He smiled one last smile to himself, he had already changed the future. He had told them the truth. His head lent on the wall, with the hum of the room around him.
He fell asleep leaving the others to talk. He had done all he could and now he slipped into the first peaceful sleep he had, had in a long time.
((So there you go my readers. i am sorry it took so long to post, but i wanted it to be just right. and hopefully. this chapter should answer all those questions that you had about his past. so go on, press the lil button and review))
