It had begun with a woman. She had whispered against him. In the beginning, it had been because he was weak, lacking in every way that was proper. While there was no way to fix this fault, his heart had been cold. Concern about her opinions could not reach him and a deaf ear was all that listened to the words of the woman. Yet, he was blessed by the Maker and his fault had been cured. Nonetheless, this was good enough. He was expected to be better, to rise to the position that those who were like him held.
It was a dull dream. He held no wish to be like others. Rather, it was a far more satisfying dream to reach beyond and become better. After all, there was no better place for others than at his heel. However, such a dream was difficult, particularly when others saw him unworthy and weak.
Yet, he was deaf once more, uncaring even when blood had been spilled for a good cause. The mass whispered like the mindless animals they were, incapable of thinking. After all, they lacked a proper hand to guide them. However, word was poisonous and he found himself at a standstill.
Radonis would not allow such a poor reason to stop him. If he could not keep to the light, then he would keep to the darkness and make others bend there. It worked well enough and he was remembered, though not so much by name despite his knowledge that they held tales of him. Rather, his garden was. Why would it not? After all, the ice statues were so lovely, so...life-like, capturing everything down to the last tear. He did so hate when they screamed. Beauty was better captured in the picture of pleasure not terror.
Tonight, he held little mood for a garden though. Rather, Radonis wished to travel, to explore and behold the secrets that the darkness wished to keep. Going beyond the borders he kept to, he traversed into the danger of civilization.
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