- Writing Levels
- Adept
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
"I'm real. I'm real. I'm real." Kiliban said to himself as he woke up. He peeled the sheets from his body, they stuck to him through the blood they were covered with, his pores were still leaking the red fluid, staining his ashen skin. He sighed deeply and began to wonder if he even needed to breathe before deciding it didn't matter.
"This is a dream." He said, tossing the bloodied sheets across the room. Ordinary sweat began coming out his pores, washing the blood off his skin. He rolled out of bed and stood up, one small part of a vast universe, one that was still tired even though it was all a dream. He groaned as he walked to the vanity he had in his room, wondering if he still looked the same. He pulled down his lower eyelid to look more closely at his eye. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he didn't find it.
He smashed the mirror and the pieces floated in the air for a moment, just long enough for Kiliban to think about it, then they fell. He picked up one of the mirror shards, he saw his eye reflected in it, the brown of a Breton staring back at him, his father's eyes.
"Eren!" He called out loudly, silently cursing himself, "I mean... Father." He corrected himself, though less loudly than he had initially spoken.
The small Breton man came into the room and looked at his son, "Master Kiliban, how can I be of service?"
"House Indoril no longer requires your service, you're free to go." He said, approaching his wardrobe.
"I don't understand." Eren said, furrowing his brow.
Kiliban began pulling his ordinator armor from the wardrobe and donning it, "You are a free man." Kiliban said, quickly getting his armor on. He put on his helmet and walked to Eren, using his bare hands, he wrenched the cuffs that marked his father as a slave off.
Eren rubbed his wrists, looking up at his son, still not sure what was going on.
Kiliban walked to his desk in the corner of the room and wrote a note on a piece of paper, signing it and sealing it with the seal of his house. He walked back to his father and handed off the note, "One last task, give this to mother and tell her that I will be speaking with Lord Vivec." He resumed getting ready, grabbing a large satchel from under his bed, he grabbed his copy of the complete 36 lessons of Vivec, Feyfolken, Last Scabbard of Akrash, Immortal Blood, Mannimarco king of worms, and tossed them all in his satchel.
Eren still stood in the door and Kiliban sighed, "If mother wants to hire you as a servant, she can. If you want to submit yourself to be a slave again, you can. I am leaving, you cannot come with." He placed his hands on his father's shoulders and scooted the man out of the way, "What you do is your choice now." He said, heading out of the small house he had and going to the Temple.
"This is a dream." He said, tossing the bloodied sheets across the room. Ordinary sweat began coming out his pores, washing the blood off his skin. He rolled out of bed and stood up, one small part of a vast universe, one that was still tired even though it was all a dream. He groaned as he walked to the vanity he had in his room, wondering if he still looked the same. He pulled down his lower eyelid to look more closely at his eye. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he didn't find it.
He smashed the mirror and the pieces floated in the air for a moment, just long enough for Kiliban to think about it, then they fell. He picked up one of the mirror shards, he saw his eye reflected in it, the brown of a Breton staring back at him, his father's eyes.
"Eren!" He called out loudly, silently cursing himself, "I mean... Father." He corrected himself, though less loudly than he had initially spoken.
The small Breton man came into the room and looked at his son, "Master Kiliban, how can I be of service?"
"House Indoril no longer requires your service, you're free to go." He said, approaching his wardrobe.
"I don't understand." Eren said, furrowing his brow.
Kiliban began pulling his ordinator armor from the wardrobe and donning it, "You are a free man." Kiliban said, quickly getting his armor on. He put on his helmet and walked to Eren, using his bare hands, he wrenched the cuffs that marked his father as a slave off.
Eren rubbed his wrists, looking up at his son, still not sure what was going on.
Kiliban walked to his desk in the corner of the room and wrote a note on a piece of paper, signing it and sealing it with the seal of his house. He walked back to his father and handed off the note, "One last task, give this to mother and tell her that I will be speaking with Lord Vivec." He resumed getting ready, grabbing a large satchel from under his bed, he grabbed his copy of the complete 36 lessons of Vivec, Feyfolken, Last Scabbard of Akrash, Immortal Blood, Mannimarco king of worms, and tossed them all in his satchel.
Eren still stood in the door and Kiliban sighed, "If mother wants to hire you as a servant, she can. If you want to submit yourself to be a slave again, you can. I am leaving, you cannot come with." He placed his hands on his father's shoulders and scooted the man out of the way, "What you do is your choice now." He said, heading out of the small house he had and going to the Temple.
