Lessons, learning, and a haunting nightmare. (didn't know what to call it.)

Walking down the hall, he could hear people talking, of what he doesn't really know. Something about something being done. And then a shimmering light caught his eyes. Those big bright blue eyes, that only knew joy of having his kin at every turn. And thinking just that, that it had been one of his kin. Sadly mistaken, he had walked into a trap. A sudden pain, burning through his vains as he screamed. The pain unbelievable, and causing the vains to show. Their greenish blue color starting to darken, turning black. He could only curl up, what else could a five year old boy do? He could hear the faint, multitude of voices ringing in his ear. Echoing in his head.

As the light let him go, he stayed curled up crying. The visible skin showing the black vains that now covered most his body. Leaving his face, and over his heart to remain pure off chaos. Randomly through out his childhood, the voices could be heard screaming in his ear, rendering him motionless with fear. Filling his mind with violence, destruction, loneliness, and sorrow. Once he was a teenager, he started having the nightmares that would make him relive the incident over and over.

Sitting up, and waking in a sweat from the nightmares of his childhood. It was just before dawn. Blackness scrounging the bright blue irises, standing out against the pale flesh of his face. Tears, starting to stream down his face. A nightmare every morning, and the same results just before down. The long loose strands of pitch black hair fan out around him. He had woken up screaming, this time. And he hopped no one heard him.

It only took him a few minutes before he throw the covers from his person, climbed out of his full sized bed, and made his way across the room to his personal bathroom. The shower took maybe thirty minutes, mostly because he just let the water run along his slender frame. Once done, he would dry, and wrap the towel around him. Not knowing if someone had heard the scream or not. If so, it was always one of three that would be in his room when he got out of the bathroom, from washing himself. "Goodmorning, father" would be the words muttered from his mouth, if it was his father. "Goodmorning, mom." he would say with a smile, then a hug and a kiss to her forhead if it had been her. Now if it was Takeshi, he would grin, point to the dresser, "Care to grab the brush, and braid my hair. After I get dressed." if it had been anyone else they would get just a "Morning." and then, just go on about getting dressed. Picking out some black pants, a pale, dull yellow shirt, and a gray sweeter to wear. "Hm, maybe I will go to the garden today, and skip my lesson." He sighed knowing fair well that there would be an objection to that.

After getting dressed, that would be what he would set out to do. Walking through the halls, first to the library to get a book or two to read. Hopefully something interesting that wouldn't be something that would kill his mind with knowledge. Not that he didn't like gaining knowledge, it's just that he didn't feel like learning that day. Didn't even want to do much of anything. "hm..." thinking to himself as he walked to the library.I

Unoti came running out of the library and looked around bo staff drawn. Having been eight and a half years since his fight with Gor'Vuk over the RageBlade of the Samos and Gor'Vuk's death; Unoti had healed quite nicely. An eye-patch though now covered where his right eye was once.

Looking towards his son his face grew pale and his eye full of sorrow. "Son, what... what happened?" Embracing his son in a hug he dropped his bo staff. "What has happened here? Who did this to you?"

It was strange to say the least, his father had found hum in the hall before her got into the library. He was very close to missing his lessons for the day. Hopping he would still be able to. Hesitantly he reached around his fathers shoulder, and patted his back to comfort him. "There there father. We have been through this. It had happened ten years ago. And it was just a nightmare that I woke from."

Pulling from the embrace, he had quickly made sure no other had seen them. True he loved his family. He just wasn't sure about the king should be this effected still. "Also, I think you are starting to get, old." He brushed a hand through his hair and then proceeded to grab a book, and go read it out in the garden. "Maybe, you can see where mother is?"