Chapter 5 Surviving the Storm
"Father…"
Little faun was sitting on the bench with his legs curled and looking down as tears slowly fell, it was not long when the boy head footsteps coming towards him calmly.
"You know Faun; you are special for a Mer… Do you wish to know why?" a bold voice would speak as the young child sat on the nicely carved bench, away from the other children as the boy slowly looked up. "Yes father." Little Faun smiled up at his father as he swung his legs back and forward with glee. The warm summer breeze made his long white hair dance and the gentle feel of the sun's kiss upon his flesh; he wore his golden white robes that his mother had made just him.
Faun admired his father's Thalmor robes and the stories he heard was like a fairy tale to the boy, the high elf looked down at his son and placed a hand on his boy's head. "I know you have trouble with magic, Faun. I know it stresses you out and how the others treat you different…" the boy's father looked up at the other children and watched them chase each other around, "You will become very skilled and strong with a weapon… your mother would be proud to see you grow into a strong Mer." The older elf gave his boy a hug as little Faun looked away slightly.
"Are you sure, father… mother never once gave me a glance… when she found out I could not cast a spell…" little faun had trouble remembering what his mother looked like or how she sounded, this brought pain to his father but he showed no sign of it to his boy. "Well, you still have me to be proud of you and I will help you in any way possible. I am proud to call you my son" with those final words, little faun gave his father a tight hug.
Months after that day, Faun sat alone in his father's library in silence. In his hand was a letter he received from the Thalmor, "I am…alone... is this… am I cursed… or… unlucky" he felt so empty and lost in his thoughts, he could not decide if he should cry or lash out. Little faun slowly got up from the chair and moved to leave when he fell over onto his knees, he looked down at the small tears dropping on the floor when he inhaled and screamed. "FATHER!" letting out his rage and heartache, he had no way of expressing his emotions anymore when he lost the only family he had left.
"Keep him from burning up, hurry and get me some more cold water" the elderly khajiit laid Faun's head on her lap, wiping a cold wet cloth across the forehead and cheeks. Cicero tried his best to help by taking the bowl to the river nearby, the khajiits did their best to try and keep the high elf cool from burning up and freezing. "This one is strong for a Thalmor, though I doubt he is anywhere near good with magic. His robes are not enchanted like the others; now go see if the little man is coming with the water. The elf is burning up again…" the elderly khajiit said while she remained calm and fixed the blankets to keep the elf from Freezing.
"Come on, Faun. You promised me that you will help me practise my magic, I can't focus with you screaming all the time." Little Ancano stood straight with his arms crossed and looking at Faun, disappointed as Faun slowly leaned against the stone wall, holding his right arm tightly to stop the pain from hurting even more. "I…I am sorry, Ancano. I will… do my best to remain silent…"He could not take the fire anymore but what was he to do, he had neither magic nor parents. He had no friends and being Ancano was like a friend to him though Ondolemar only spoke to him when no one was around.
"Good, now I am going to try Frostbite." Ancano prepared himself to cast the spell as Faun froze in fear.
"This…is…it…" Faun muttered quietly in his sleep, his body temperature falling down to freezing.
To Be Continued