"You ... Valdoran, you're gone from this place, leave my sight!" Valdoran's father wasn't the most nurturing of parents. Albeit quite hard to nurture for a son with a bad case of Kleptomania and a thirst for danger, somewhere Valdoran understood that he wasn't exactly the ideal son either, but he still felt that his father was being very rash about all of this. "Father please I ..." A rush of panic set in, but this is what his father often said when he was upset at Valdoran for some reason, he had been saying it since he was around 8, general things like 'Sometimes i feel you should go down the chasms with the trash' or 'Why did your mother have to die for such a disappointment'. In truth all of these hurt his feelings and mostly made him block it out and remember his old antics. Climbing to the top of the stalagmites the houses were attached to, jumping from them and landing on the houses, sometimes only just managing to hit them and grab hold, he always did things near the brink of death because he felt that was where you felt most alive. Stealing was a huge problem of his too, he felt this entire incident was because only 3 days ago he broke into someones house and took some of their food because he was hungry and too far from his own house to retrieve it. All his reminiscing stopped however when his father spoke up with a screaming tone "No I've heard enough, I canot live in a world where my son is going to become m-, nevermind, a dirty criminal!" "So you want me to go to the wilds, get killed by Zith as i try and find a new home because my father can't stand to look at me?!" Tears began to line Valdoran's face at it began to dawn on him that his father was serious about this decision. "I'm deathly serious son, you NEED to leave ... get out of the city, go far away, dont come back" Valdoran then slumped, knowing that it was not going to change, seeing his fathers steely face made him only understand this more. He waited for quite a time only to look at him and say simply "When?" His father glinted a small smile at this, little did his son know that things for is father were going to take a grim turn. "Tomorrow ... Before dawn, you can sleep and pack tonight, but by the morning you are gone ... understand?" Valdoran simply walked away and began packing his things, a simple set of clothes, a bedroll, general items that would be required, he packed light however, had no money and no weapons or food. He turned to his father to tell him but then frowned as he saw him already crawl into his sleeping alcove in their home, and he did the same. |