Unless people like this, I will not post anything else about Eris. Just wanted to say :D Instead, I'll work on it at home; not sharing any updates until it's finished like the little goblin I am >:) Since Rhima had kindly taken him in as his adoptive mother, Eris always had questions about his body. Like why his eyes were not bright yellow or orange, or why he didn’t have big, pointy ears, or most importantly, why he didn’t have light-blue skin like Rhima. Rhima always said it was because of him not having ‘spent enough time in the womb of his mother,’ but he didn’t believe that. Since as long as he could remember, Eris had weird dreams that he wanted to believe were glimpses of his mysterious past. They would always start out with complete never-ending darkness; it was quite peaceful. Then the screams came, at that point he already wanted to wake up. Suddenly, then he would finally be able to see again, people with the same skin color as him were falling and dying in the streets, previously beautiful marble walls were stained with deep, red blood. Then he would finally start moving, but somehow he wasn’t controlling himself. He always went to hide in a weird, dark place underground, and then everything would just be engulfed in darkness. And then he would finally wake up, covered in his own sticky sweat. But this time it was different, this time his dream continued. A light shone inside the bunker, he squinted his eyes; he didn’t know how long he had been in the darkness. Then out of nowhere a blue head popped out of the entrance, Rhima’s head. She then slowly entered the bunker, the sunlight bouncing off her glittering skin, and she looked at him with affection. He cowered in the corner, wondering what her intentions were. But then she suddenly smiled at him, and his body was filled with a sensation of…… Safety? Hope? Happiness? Calm? He couldn’t quite tell. “Eris! How many times do I have to tell you to get up?!” Rhima exclaimed from the living room, “Three or four more times, depends on how much you shout.” Eris said calmly, ignoring the fact he was supposed to get up fifteen minutes ago.“I’ll count to ten! If you aren’t here by then, you’ll have to wash the dishes for a month!” Rhima exclaimed, Eris’s heartbeat spiked. He quickly put on his favourite shiny brown cloak, he’s had it for years now and it was somehow still clean as new, he admired it for the little he had and ran down the stairs, the sound of Rhima counting too far away for him to notice or care about. “Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Si–” “I’m already here, stop counting.” Eris said, cutting her off as if she wasn’t talking. “Little child, has no one ever taught you manners?” Rhima said, trying to tickle him. “Just so you know, I’m not ticklish, I thought we already went over that. And secondly, you haven’t really learned yours.” He said, preparing his breakfast. “I’ll have you know, I was the most obedient in my family.” She said, searching for something on the shelf. “See?” She said, pulling out a picture. There were seven people in the portrait, it took him a while to figure out which one was Rhima. “They all look the same.” Eris said, giving the picture frame back to Rhima. “No, they don’t.” Rhima said, handing the picture frame back to Eris. He looked at the picture again, and saw that one of them was giving bunny ears to another one. “Is that what you call ‘being disobedient?’ Because if it is, your ratio of emotions is pretty small.” Eris said, rolling his eyes as he gave the picture frame back to Rhima again. CONTINUED BELOW
“Look closer.” Rhima said frustratedly, stuffing the picture frame back into his hands. Eris put the image close to his eyes, trying to suck up every single small pixel. After a while, he saw that one of them was pointing a small knife at another. “That’s not an actual knife, Isn’t it?” He said, hoping that it wasn’t true. “Oh yes it is.” Rhima said, Eris could see that she was keeping herself from saying “I told you”. “Well, maybe one of them is crazy. But, that doesn’t mean all of them are as bad. Right?” Eris looked at Rhimas’s smirk, he hated it. “You know what? Forget I said anything.” Eris sighed, grabbing his almost-burnt toast. “Oh no I won't.” said Rhima, trying to annoy him. Eris let out a sigh as he sat down on a chair, prepared to eat his almost-burt breakfast in silence, but his curiosity was too much for him to contain. “Rhima, how did you find me?” Eris asked, Rhima gulped, loudly. Please tell me. He thought, gripping his eyes shut and crossing his fingers under the table “Oh it was a beautiful day, ten years ago, when you were four and a half. I was walking down to my friend’s husband’s shop, when I saw some people kicking an odd-looking child with green eyes and brown hair that went down to his chin, you. I went to shout at those bad people for mistreating you, and took you home. I was thinking of trying to find your mother, but I never found her.” Rhima said. She’s lying. his mind tried to tell him. “Hmm, ok.” Eris said, returning to his half-burnt meal. Rhima sighed in relief, “School’s starting in fifteen minutes, I don’t recommend being late.” Rhima threatened while cleaning some old, dusty bookshelves. “How can I be late for school if I’m homeschooled? When are you gonna let me leave this house?!” Eris exclaimed, his mouth so full of food that it was hard to understand him, “All in It’s time.” Rhima said, repeating the same excuse she always used when he asked her. Eris glared at Rhima, trying to make his expression of frustration obvious. “Hey! Don’t look at me like that!” Rhima exclaimed, Eris wanted to start the argument all over again, but his mouth was too full of almost-burnt toast. Come on! Argue! That’s the only way she’ll tell you anything! One part of his brain said to him, Nah, It’s too hard. Also, this almost-burnt toast is great! I should make more! The other part said. “Alright, I’m finished.” He said, putting his empty plate in the sink. “Right in time for class.” Rhima said, looking at the empty plate. “Actually, fifty-three seconds early.” Said Eris with a smirk on his face, “Now It’s only thirty-five seconds.” Rhima corrected him, Eris rolled his eyes. “It’s practically the same!” Eris exclaimed, annoyed, “Then fifty-three is the same as zero.” Rhima replied, pausing for a moment. “Touche.” Eris wanted to shout at her, not only for being an annoying slug-head, but for not letting him be free, unlike the other billions of fourteen year-olds in the world that can actually see the weather; he would give anything to be outside. “Fine, just start the lesson; but do it quickly!” Eris exclaimed, sitting down in one of the old, wooden chairs. The chair immediately broke down and he fell to the floor on his butt, “Great, just great.” He said sarcastically, trying to rebuild the chair.
