The child shivered in the corner of the room, his eyes were wide with fear. A woman stood in front of him, yelling, but about what he wasn’t sure, she was always yelling at him over something. It didn’t matter though, he couldn’t understand a word of what she yelled, all he knew was she was angry at him again which meant he was going to be hurt. She stalked toward him, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the corner roughly, causing him to stumble and cry out in pain as he caught his knee on the ground and skinned it. “Why are you such a stupid child!? You don’t know anything!! You are of no use to me but I’m still stuck with you!” Her words went on and on like this, the boy just watching her in fear, shivering harder. Her hand came down and he fell to the ground hard, bashing his head against the wooden floorboards, his hand rushing to his face, a large bruise forming on his cheek. He didn’t get up, even as a foot slammed into his back, he knew if he stayed down it would stop sooner. After she had finally stopped yelling to go answer a knock at the door, he got up, retreating to his corner again. He listened to the loud voices talking, his mother and a man’s voice he didn’t know. They sounded angry. He shivered harder as he heard heavy footsteps come into the room with his mothers as well. He didn’t want to lift his eyes from the floor but something caught his eye. The man had a tail. He lifted his head a little to look up at him. The man was strange. He didn’t look like his mother at all. He had long red hair that was pulled back at the base of his neck, his eyes were red as well. His face itself looked strange to, different, but not a bad different. He looked kind. The boy dropped his eyes to the floor again as he kneeled down in front of him. He spoke gently but the boy couldn’t understand it. After a while he stood and spoke to his mother again, his voice not loud but angry. His mother yelled back at him but eventually turned from the room and left. The man kneeled before him again, reaching forward and taking his hand into his, pulling him forward. The boy shook in fear at what was going to happen. The man wrapped his arms around him gently and stood up, lifting him off the ground, cradling him in his arms. “I’m sorry...” he knew the child wouldn’t understand but he spoke to him anyways as he walked out the door with him in his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t come for you sooner...” His voice was gentle and it calmed down the boy he carried away from the house. “If I had known-“ he sighed, “You’re safe now... I promise you’re safe now...” he fell silent as the boy leaned against his shoulder, falling asleep. He watched him sadly as he continued to carry him deeper into the woodlands. He knew he wouldn’t be able to take care of him, but he knew somewhere he might possibly find someone to. After days of walking and making sure the boy knew he was safe to keep him calm, he reached a city, Noridem. Upon arriving he was greeted by the council there and talked with them for a while, seeing if anyone would be willing to take care of the child. None were willing, until one particular one showed up, a bit different from the rest of the council. He introduced himself as Izel to the kynkyra man. They talked briefly, the man telling Izel the boy needed someone to take care of him, and Izel agreed to take him in without a second thought. The man left again, leaving the child there. Izel stared down at the boy, taking in all his cuts, bruises, and fearful mannerisms. He sat down and motioned for the boy to come over to him, waiting patiently. After a few minutes he approached him slowly, cautiously. Izel smiled at him kindly. “Your father says he calls you Kyriinic... and that is your name I suppose... but you don’t quite look like that to me... You look like a Peter- so that’s what I’m going to call you... Peter...” Izel watched his confusion at what he was saying and sighed. “I have a lot to teach you I suppose... But all you need to understand right now is that I love you...” He reached forward and hugged Peter tightly, “I love you so much even though I only have just met you... so so much.... and I promise to keep you safe...... as long as I live........” his voice dropped quieter, “I love you my son... and I always will...” Yes this is Peter as a child... he was 6 and couldn’t understand any language yet- he didn’t even have a name while he was with his mother...
