This is not unusual. Your entire childhood has been spent never seeing another person save the servants up until your parents sent you here.
Haleg Lyn is a large monastery, but it feels like a box that you would put animals in without cutting any holes. People talk when you’re turned away, but you prefer this to the way your father looked at you as if he would erase you if he could. You eat alone. You pray in silence. You do not feel anything. Your mother is dead.
While you are alone, you encounter one of the Brothers. As he is walking toward you, you smell the sweat in his breath when he smiles.
He’s never heard you speak the entire time, he muses, not since your parents sent you here. You haven’t ever said a word. You unwanted, pretty wayward child.
How convenient for him.
He comes close, his hand reaching out to stroke the untouched, pale apple of your cheek. Something so sharp and cold and painful settles itself inside you that you know you’ll remember it.
Oh.
Is this what fear is?
You are dizzy and sick and he is touching your face and he is gone.
Just gone, like a fly that annoyed you. All that remains is a hot smear that runs down the side of your face. There is no other evidence that a man once stood here at all. As you touch your hand to your cheek and draw your fingers away bloody, something crackles in that dark void. Even in a child’s voice, it’s a sound that will become familiar for the rest of your life.
“Fuhaha…haha…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
It’s the best you’ve ever felt.
There’s one more thing left, wreathed in the same darkness that seems to have burned out from you. It’s a key. Reaching down to grasp it, you know exactly what it belongs to as something pulls you forward, precisely where you need to go: Where the church keeps all its other dark secrets.
"i want a public thread this week but also we have to do unhinged memshare in pc" - clown shay
[You are alone.
This is not unusual. Your entire childhood has been spent never seeing another person save the servants up until your parents sent you here.
Haleg Lyn is a large monastery, but it feels like a box that you would put animals in without cutting any holes. People talk when you’re turned away, but you prefer this to the way your father looked at you as if he would erase you if he could. You eat alone. You pray in silence. You do not feel anything. Your mother is dead.
While you are alone, you encounter one of the Brothers. As he is walking toward you, you smell the sweat in his breath when he smiles.
He’s never heard you speak the entire time, he muses, not since your parents sent you here. You haven’t ever said a word. You unwanted, pretty wayward child.
How convenient for him.
He comes close, his hand reaching out to stroke the untouched, pale apple of your cheek. Something so sharp and cold and painful settles itself inside you that you know you’ll remember it.
Oh.
Is this what fear is?
You are dizzy and sick and he is touching your face and he is gone.
Just gone, like a fly that annoyed you. All that remains is a hot smear that runs down the side of your face. There is no other evidence that a man once stood here at all. As you touch your hand to your cheek and draw your fingers away bloody, something crackles in that dark void. Even in a child’s voice, it’s a sound that will become familiar for the rest of your life.
“Fuhaha…haha…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
It’s the best you’ve ever felt.
There’s one more thing left, wreathed in the same darkness that seems to have burned out from you. It’s a key. Reaching down to grasp it, you know exactly what it belongs to as something pulls you forward, precisely where you need to go: Where the church keeps all its other dark secrets.
And everything there is calling out to you.]