60th of Summer 518AV
That evening was like every other. By the crackling fire of the hearth, after a long day of adventures more or less mundane, Raeyn and his twin sister would sit would relax in each other's company. It was simply part of the daily routine.
But as of late he'd been engaging if far fewer conversations. Often Mara would catch him staring into the fire impassively as if looking for someone, contemplating something she could simply not imagine. The more days passed the more closed off he became. For someone like Mara, who was perhaps the only person who really knew what was going on in his head at all times, this behaviour was far more concerning than any of his other capricious ways ,as for the first time in a long time she simply couldn't get though to him. For the first time in 27 years he kept her well and truly in the dark.
There was simply nothing extraordinary about that evening. The frigid mists fell on the city as the sun lowered, blanketing the streets. Milky precipitation lined the edges of the small apartment's windows, obscuring the cobbles below. In the warmth and safety inside Mara went about the business of cooking supper, as she always did, whilst he sat on his bed, eyes in the ceiling, brows furrowed with worry and distraction.
"Will you at least wash the dishes tonight?" she asked, having grown desperate over the past few weeks for at least a shred of conversation from her twin. Any semblance of small talk would do.
He hadn't realised however. In fact he didn't even hear her though the racket inside his head.
The voices started whispering to him earlier on in the season. At first he paid them little attention, thinking he mistook the sound of wind in branches and rain against windows for words. They would catch him off guard sometimes, thinking he would overhear odd conversations in the crowds of Lhavit. Soon enough however they got louder and even when he was along he would hear people talking, telling him things... unthinkable things.
As a man of logic Raeyn did his best to rationalise it all away. But when the excuse of sickness, dreams and even spiritual possession failed to explain his condition which only intensified, he had found himself paranoid beyond belief. He wouldn't say a word to his sister, nor his professors nor even the parents who he held in such high regard for fear of admitting the terrible things in his head. Fear of admitting that he was loosing his mind and that there were inexplicable voices in his head telling him to kill all that he held so dear.
That evening was like every other. By the crackling fire of the hearth, after a long day of adventures more or less mundane, Raeyn and his twin sister would sit would relax in each other's company. It was simply part of the daily routine.
But as of late he'd been engaging if far fewer conversations. Often Mara would catch him staring into the fire impassively as if looking for someone, contemplating something she could simply not imagine. The more days passed the more closed off he became. For someone like Mara, who was perhaps the only person who really knew what was going on in his head at all times, this behaviour was far more concerning than any of his other capricious ways ,as for the first time in a long time she simply couldn't get though to him. For the first time in 27 years he kept her well and truly in the dark.
There was simply nothing extraordinary about that evening. The frigid mists fell on the city as the sun lowered, blanketing the streets. Milky precipitation lined the edges of the small apartment's windows, obscuring the cobbles below. In the warmth and safety inside Mara went about the business of cooking supper, as she always did, whilst he sat on his bed, eyes in the ceiling, brows furrowed with worry and distraction.
"Will you at least wash the dishes tonight?" she asked, having grown desperate over the past few weeks for at least a shred of conversation from her twin. Any semblance of small talk would do.
He hadn't realised however. In fact he didn't even hear her though the racket inside his head.
The voices started whispering to him earlier on in the season. At first he paid them little attention, thinking he mistook the sound of wind in branches and rain against windows for words. They would catch him off guard sometimes, thinking he would overhear odd conversations in the crowds of Lhavit. Soon enough however they got louder and even when he was along he would hear people talking, telling him things... unthinkable things.
As a man of logic Raeyn did his best to rationalise it all away. But when the excuse of sickness, dreams and even spiritual possession failed to explain his condition which only intensified, he had found himself paranoid beyond belief. He wouldn't say a word to his sister, nor his professors nor even the parents who he held in such high regard for fear of admitting the terrible things in his head. Fear of admitting that he was loosing his mind and that there were inexplicable voices in his head telling him to kill all that he held so dear.
