Post by Sleeves on Mar 4, 2014 17:23:28 GMT
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He was born on the road. Perhaps he ought to be a traveler, journeying and evolving and never resting. Perhaps he ought to be a seeker of enlightenment, seeing light in darkness and truth in lies and the honest man in the thief. But he is none of these things. He is static and stagnant and always bitter. He is the darkness and the liar and the thief. He sees no absolution in his reflection.
He was born on the Ides. His mother thought nothing of it. She was never one for superstition. His father said it was a sign. A sign of bad fortune and bad Magic.
He was born during a storm. Storm-born, sang the Fae, Little Storm-born princeling who smells of rain and lightning. Whose Magic sounds of thunder and war drums and the screaming void. Godling-child. Child of Magic.
Daedarus Hadrian Cain was born near the outpost of Canton, in 1894.
His birth certificate no longer exists.
If it did, it would list his father’s name (Mr. Taibrund Cain), his mother’s (Mrs. Cathrina Cain née Bates), and his birth weight (7.2 lbs).
It would not tell you that his eyes were blue, or that his parents were one argument short of naming him ‘David.’ It would not tell you that he was born in the shadow of a ravine, bathed in the scent of dirt and pine and ozone, his own howls mixing with those of the wind.
It would not tell you of his mother cradling him protectively to her body, as if her love alone might have been enough to keep him safe.
It wasn’t.
I don't even know what this is. But I can't get over the fact that 'Daedarus Cain' was almost 'David Cain.' FEAR MY WRATH, FOR I AM THE DARK LORD...DAVID!
'Daedarus' is a traditional Magi name ('Taibrund' is as well) meaning 'of the earth.'
Danger Ahead
He was born on the road. Perhaps he ought to be a traveler, journeying and evolving and never resting. Perhaps he ought to be a seeker of enlightenment, seeing light in darkness and truth in lies and the honest man in the thief. But he is none of these things. He is static and stagnant and always bitter. He is the darkness and the liar and the thief. He sees no absolution in his reflection.
He was born on the Ides. His mother thought nothing of it. She was never one for superstition. His father said it was a sign. A sign of bad fortune and bad Magic.
He was born during a storm. Storm-born, sang the Fae, Little Storm-born princeling who smells of rain and lightning. Whose Magic sounds of thunder and war drums and the screaming void. Godling-child. Child of Magic.
Daedarus Hadrian Cain was born near the outpost of Canton, in 1894.
His birth certificate no longer exists.
If it did, it would list his father’s name (Mr. Taibrund Cain), his mother’s (Mrs. Cathrina Cain née Bates), and his birth weight (7.2 lbs).
It would not tell you that his eyes were blue, or that his parents were one argument short of naming him ‘David.’ It would not tell you that he was born in the shadow of a ravine, bathed in the scent of dirt and pine and ozone, his own howls mixing with those of the wind.
It would not tell you of his mother cradling him protectively to her body, as if her love alone might have been enough to keep him safe.
It wasn’t.
I don't even know what this is. But I can't get over the fact that 'Daedarus Cain' was almost 'David Cain.' FEAR MY WRATH, FOR I AM THE DARK LORD...DAVID!
'Daedarus' is a traditional Magi name ('Taibrund' is as well) meaning 'of the earth.'
