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The soft sounds of a young voice singing rang through the small dusty little house, bouncing off the walls barren of paint or picture only to be stopped by the foggy windows from escaping out into the noisy streets of Elbion. It was stuffy and cramped, and the world outside these walls was hostile to him, but Elbion was Erren Serris' home. It had been for his entire life, even if it rejected his presence more and more with every passing day.
At one point, he'd been heralded here. Erren had been looked up to as a Maester of the College: A beacon of knowledge for all to admire and aspire to. For quite some time, Serris had been certain he'd found his calling in life, that happiness was a luxury he'd achieved at last. Questions nagged at him though, unanswered mysteries that taunted him day after day. All it took was one exposed thread to be found. and Erren pulled, unraveling the web of lies that had surrounded him for his entire life.
In doing so, he made Elbion his enemy.
Even the most well-regarded places in the world have secrets. With secrets come people who want to keep them quiet. It just so happened that said people were in a position to take away everything he'd ever worked for in his life. Well, almost everything. Some things were indeed forever.
"I'm getting better, daddy!"
The salt-and-pepper beard covering Erren's face moved as he grinned down at the swaying form of his son, singing his heart out for his father the way he did whenever Erren was able to come home. Zak was always coming up with new songs and dances, proclaiming he'd one day perform for the entire world to see. Erren believed him, the brown-haired child was so passionate about making others smile that it filled him with pride.
"You are! A little more practice and I bet you'll be the best dancer in the city!"
The child beamed up at him, as Erren rested a hand in his son's hair. Moments with Zak were fleeting, uncommon. Serris wasn't ever allowed to stay at home for very long before being called away for work. Still, Zak was always waiting for him when he returned.
Even if it broke Erren's heart to leave him.
"I have to go now, Zak. Jessa's here to watch you until I'm back."
There were tears, complaints, and promises made that he knew he couldn't keep, but he needed to leave. Jessa would watch over him well; she was far more of a mother to the boy than he was a father. That guilt rested heavily on his heart as he pulled his hood up, ducking into the Elbion streets.
Normally he would have had a bit more time. Today, however, there was somebody he needed to see, somebody who he prayed could give him some form of assistance. There'd been whispers of a man who knew of Erren's plight, who sympathized with him in a way no other Maester did.
Erren sought Hieronymus Pangloss.
Hieronymus Pangloss
At one point, he'd been heralded here. Erren had been looked up to as a Maester of the College: A beacon of knowledge for all to admire and aspire to. For quite some time, Serris had been certain he'd found his calling in life, that happiness was a luxury he'd achieved at last. Questions nagged at him though, unanswered mysteries that taunted him day after day. All it took was one exposed thread to be found. and Erren pulled, unraveling the web of lies that had surrounded him for his entire life.
In doing so, he made Elbion his enemy.
Even the most well-regarded places in the world have secrets. With secrets come people who want to keep them quiet. It just so happened that said people were in a position to take away everything he'd ever worked for in his life. Well, almost everything. Some things were indeed forever.
"I'm getting better, daddy!"
The salt-and-pepper beard covering Erren's face moved as he grinned down at the swaying form of his son, singing his heart out for his father the way he did whenever Erren was able to come home. Zak was always coming up with new songs and dances, proclaiming he'd one day perform for the entire world to see. Erren believed him, the brown-haired child was so passionate about making others smile that it filled him with pride.
"You are! A little more practice and I bet you'll be the best dancer in the city!"
The child beamed up at him, as Erren rested a hand in his son's hair. Moments with Zak were fleeting, uncommon. Serris wasn't ever allowed to stay at home for very long before being called away for work. Still, Zak was always waiting for him when he returned.
Even if it broke Erren's heart to leave him.
"I have to go now, Zak. Jessa's here to watch you until I'm back."
There were tears, complaints, and promises made that he knew he couldn't keep, but he needed to leave. Jessa would watch over him well; she was far more of a mother to the boy than he was a father. That guilt rested heavily on his heart as he pulled his hood up, ducking into the Elbion streets.
Normally he would have had a bit more time. Today, however, there was somebody he needed to see, somebody who he prayed could give him some form of assistance. There'd been whispers of a man who knew of Erren's plight, who sympathized with him in a way no other Maester did.
Erren sought Hieronymus Pangloss.
Hieronymus Pangloss