Random Back Story

Soo... It's been like a few weeks since I've posted, but I felt like I should post something that I've been working on. It's a whole different story altogether, but I could probably connect it to my other series with  a little help from Takfin, but anyways. Since this is a new idea I've been working on getting used to the characters, and to do that it always helps to have at least one or two tragic back stories. For me anyways... Probably cliche, but since when have I cared about that...?

So this one is about Kollin, and just so you know I do plan on having a draw of Kollin on my other blog soon. Don't know when since I'm still working on it, but I love the direction I've been heading. :D


*Dramatic, kind of sad music*

The five year old boy yawned in his mother’s arms.

                “Mommy, we a’most dere?”

                His mother smiled at him and stroked his hair.

                “We’re almost there, Kollin. Just another hour or two.”

                “Dat’s a yong time…” Kollin wrinkled his nose, and snuggled against his mother. “I’s makin’ me seepy…”

                His mother chuckled, and rubbed her nose up against his.

                “Well, if you want to sleep you can. Then, before you know it, we’ll be there.” She was about to say something else, when she stopped suddenly.

                “Honey, are you alright?” Kollin’s father reached over and took their boy from her arms. “I’ll carry him for now. Are you sure you don’t need to rest?”

                “No, no… I’m fine… Just a little tired…” She smiled up at her husband. “I don’t want to stop now, though. Not when we’re so close to reaching our new home, and the place Kollin is going to grow up in.”

                “Yes, but you should be pushing yourself so hard. Not when you’ve got the little baby growing in your tummy.”

                “Mmmh…” Kollin’s mother hummed, her smile widening. “I can’t wait to meet my baby… I guess I can sit down for a few moments…”

                Kollin’s father nodded and excused himself for a moment. He marched off of the path into the forest, and came out dragging a log that he had found.

                “Here, sit on this.” He set it down for her, and helped her sit with his free hand. “Are… Are you sure you’re going to be able to make the journey? If you need me to I can leave you and Kollin here and run the rest of the way. Then I can find some transportation or—”

                “I’m fine. I wouldn't feel safe if you left me and Kollin all alone, and besides… I wanted to travel as a family.”

                “’cept,” Kollin mumbled, “I didn’ wan’ ta go at all…”

                “I know, son.” Kollin’s father squeezed him in a tight hug. “But we had to.”

                “How come?”

                “Well…” Kollin’s parents looked at each other, both unsure how to answer. “Sometimes people aren’t very nice… They… They make up their minds about certain things and they refuse to believe any other way. And there were lots of those people back at our old home, so now we’re moving to a new home where people won’t know us yet.”

                Kollin made a small puppy like whimper in his confusion.

                “I don’ get it…”

                “That’s because you’re still small.” Kollin’s mother patted the seat beside her, motioning for her husband to sit. Then she hugged Kollin as well. “When you’re older you’ll understand. But for now just know that your father and I love you. No matter what happens we’ll always love you.”

                “I yike you too!” Kollin said, grinning. Leaning closer to his parents faces, he licked them both, and gave a small, excited bark.

                “Careful,” his father warned, smiling gently, “otherwise our little puppy isn’t going to be tired anymore. Go ahead and sleep, Kollin.”

                Kollin whined as if he wanted to protest, then he gave a big yawn, and sighed. Wrapping his arms around his father’s neck he quickly fell asleep.

                “I-it’s not fair…” Kollin’s mother said, her smile no longer present. “It’s not fair how people treat him just because he’s different! Why would they blame a five year old for people’s deaths, especially when he didn't even know they had died?”

                “Shhh…” His father wrapped an arm around Kollin and his wife. “You don’t want to wake Kollin…” He leaned over and gently kissed his wife on the forehead. “I know it’s wrong, but there’s nothing we can do. Nothing but move on and start over where people won’t judge him as harshly. And if it happens again, we’ll pack up and find somewhere else.”

                “But what kind of life is that for Kollin? And the new baby? It’s… It’s terrible to have to rip them away from a home like that.”

                “Yes, but think about Kollin’s safety. Sooner or later people will start to react violently, and Kollin will end up hurt or worse… At this point I would rather move him constantly then attend his funeral.”

                Kollin’s mother sobbed quietly.

                “I-it’s… It’s too much to think about…”

                “Then don’t think about it, my darling. Let’s move on. Once we get to the new house we can put everything behind us and start a new life. We might not even have the same problem, and in that case, this move will be our first and last. So… Let’s not think about any of this ever again unless we have to.”

                She nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.

                “Y-you’re right… You’re right. For Kollin’s sake I will move on. And I will hope and pray that Kollin can grow up having a normal life.”

                He smiled, and helped his wife to his feet, then they walked on…

               

Kollin was dreaming of chasing a rabbit. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with it when he caught it, but the chase was thrilling and exciting. It was so much fun he almost never wanted to wake up again. But with a sudden jerk, he was pulled from his pleasant dreams into a real life nightmare.

                Kollin blinked several times, trying to figure out where he was. Whimpering in terror, Kollin realized that the jerk that had woken him up was him being pulled from his father’s arms to be held at gun point. There were five other guys surrounding his parents, all of them holding guns.

                “Don’t touch my son!” His father pleaded. “Please! I don’t know what you want from us, but please leave my son out of this!”

                “Shut up!” One of the men slammed his gun into his head and sent him to his knees. “Both of you give us all your money and valuables, or we’ll shoot the kid.”

                Without hesitation Kollin’s father dumped all of the money from his pockets onto the ground. Then he took off his watch and wedding ring, and turned to see his wife taking off her necklace and her wedding ring.

                Then man who was holding Kollin scowled at the small amount of money, and raised his gun to Kollin’s head.

                “No, please!” Kollin’s mother sobbed. “Please…”

                “Th-this is all we have…” Kollin’s father pushed the money towards the man. “Please take it and let my son go… There’s no reason to kill him.”

                “Huh,” the man said with a nod, “you’re right. It’s not the boy’s fault his parents are poor. Pushing Kollin to the ground, he turned his gun on Kollin’s mother and fired.

                Both Kollin and his father cried out in shock and horror. Kollin was shaking visibly, tears streaming down his face.

                “M-m-mommy…”

                His father rushed to her side, choking back a sob as he saw the bullet wound in her chest.

                “No, no, no… Why?” He cried over his wife’s body in anger and anguish.

                “Don’t worry, you’re going to join her.” The man with the gun said, as he took aim.

                Jerking his head toward his son, Kollin’s father yelled, “Run, Kollin! Run!”

                And as Kollin heard the gun shot, he took off as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Kollin gasped for breath, swaying dizzily as he leaned against a tree. He had been running for days since his parents had died. He actually managed to run for an hour straight, then took a few moments to rest. Once he had taken a break, he started running again, with no idea where he was going, or what he was going to do. He kept running like this until a few days had past, and finally he was too tired, hungry, and dehydrated to continue.

                “I-I r-r-ran, Daddy…” He cried as he slid down the tree and sat hard on the ground. “H-h-how c-come… How come you c-couldn’ come wif m-me?”

                Kollin wrapped his arms around himself and cried until no more tears would come. He was still shaking, the sound of the gun shots refusing to leave his mind, promising to haunt him forever. He was now an orphan, and somewhere deep inside himself, Kollin knew he wasn't going to survive without his parents there to care for him.

                He was going to die…

                Kollin’s head snapped up as he heard a small rustle in the woods, and he stood up, panicking. Before he could react though, the head of a wolf poked out of a bush. Kollin stood still, suddenly more curious then afraid.

                “D-d-doggy?” He hesitantly took a step forward, but froze when an ominous growl came from behind the baby wolf. Kollin whimpered and began to retreat, but the growling stopped, and another wolf appeared from the bush.

                This wolf howled and a dozen more wolf came out of their hiding places. Kollin stayed as still as he could, wondering if they wanted to eat him. A few of the wolves stepped closer and sniffed the boy in front of them. In response, Kollin got on all fours and howled in exactly the same way as the first wolf had, only smaller and with less power. All the wolves tilted their head curiously, then howled back, startling Kollin.

                Then all at once the rest of the wolves gathered around Kollin, rubbing on him, and licking him. As Kollin watched them, he smiled, hoping this meant they would all be friends. From there, they guided Kollin to a river where he lapped at the water. They fed him, and he played with the wolf pups until he was so tired he fell asleep. The Mama wolf who had first seen Kollin, scooped him up on to her back, and carried him as the pack moved on.

Kollin had grown up quite a bit since he was five years old. Not a day had gone by that he didn't think of his parents, but with those thoughts came the thoughts of the new family who had taken him in. He was twelve years old now, or as far as he could remember he was. As the seven years had passed, the pups he had grown up wrestling with were just as big as he was.

                The wolves had taken care of him in every single area except for clothes. As soon as he got too big for the ones he was wearing, he raided a near-by town for a pair that fit him. It was that time again, and as he separated from the pack for a few minutes, he howled, hoping he was letting them know he was going to be back soon. He knew they would wait for him, they always did.

                Running into the village on all fours, he leaped into the yard of one of the houses, and stood up to examine the clothes line. After trying on several different items of clothing, he finally found a tee-shirt and a pair of jeans that fit.

                Looking around to make sure there was no one close, Kollin took off, running back to his pack. He was almost there when he heard the unforgettable sound of a gunshot. Eyes widening he howled and ran faster, hoping nothing had happened.

                When he reached his pack, the scene was horrific. Men with guns were shooting the wolves of his pack, and the wolves tried to defend themselves and fight back, but they were no match for the men’s weapons.

                Kollin raced in the center of everything, growling at the men, and tackling the closest one.

                “Whoa, whoa! Kid, stop. We’re trying to rid the town of these monsters…”

                Kollin turned in a rage to the man who had spoken, and moved to tackle him, when he heard the whimper of one of his closest friends.

                Hesitantly crawling over to him, Kollin pulled the wolf’s head into his lap, and bit his lip as a tear made its way down his face.

                Letting out a howl, Kollin threw his head back as the wolf let out his last breath and went limp. He gently laid his friend’s dead body on the ground and turned to face the men. He would have attacked them if they hadn’t had their guns trained on him.

                As the authorities of the town arrived, the men explained what had happened, and the carefully pulled Kollin’s hands behind his wrists and handcuffed him.

                “What’s your name, kid?” One of the officers asked him.

                Kollin stared at the ground, growling. He couldn't believe his family was dead again…

                “Kid, what’s your—”

                “Go away!” Kollin yelled, the English words feeling odd and unfamiliar in his mouth.

                “No, not until I get to the bottom of who you are, and what you were doing hanging out with a bunch of wild animals.”

                Kollin shook his head. He had no response for the man, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to clearly communicate with him anyways.

                They dragged Kollin away when they received no answers, and placed him in a room for interrogation. After a week all they were able to get out of him other than growls, barks, and howls, was that his parents were dead.

                That was enough reason to place him in the orphanage, and as they dropped him off there they threatened to kill him if he even thought about doing something bad.

                In the orphanage, Kollin was given a place to sleep on the floor with thirty other boys. All of them were bigger and tougher than he was, and as soon as they got a look at his strange behavior they began to tease and bully him. He could expect to have his food stolen from him every day, and when he attempted to get it back, the people who ran the orphanage punished him. Along with being picked on, Kollin could hardly understand a word anyone spoke to him, and as a result people would get mad and punish him for not listening or responding.

                Eventually, Kollin got the gist of what everyone was trying to tell him, although he never spoke back. If he had to respond it was with a nod, a shake of the head, or he would ignore everything, and face the consequences that came with it.

                One particular day one of the people who had run the orphanage asked him to recite the rules, especially those pertaining to fighting as he had punched another boy for taking what little food they had been given that day.

                Kollin sat in silence, refusing to obey. That received him a slap in the face, and a whimper slipped out which Kollin quickly turned into a growl. The man simply smacked him again, harder this time because everyone there despised the canine-like noises he made.

                Kollin barked and grabbed the man’s arm, biting it hard. As blood began to seep out of the wound, Kollin blinked, slightly shocked that he had caused it. Then without warning, Kollin shot up, and ran out of the building, into the woods, and as far as he could from that village.

There you have it... I was told by someone that it was pretty depressing, which is actually good because that's the sort of tone I was shooting for, but what do you think? You should definitely comment on your thoughts! 

Darvel: Victim or Instigator

Okay, so here the video! I made it at the last minute because I put it off all week... SO basically we made this at twelve this morning. I know my sister was tired, and I might have been, sooo... Sorry if it's weird, or if it makes no sense. XD I don't know about my sister, but this one was hard because honestly I'm not on one side or another. I'm pretty sure we were both in the middle. Anyways... Here it is!

What do you think? Victim, Instigator, or somewhere in between?

An Interesting Scene

Alright... So, I meant to post yesterday, but I got distracted... Kind of like last week, so at least I'm consistent, right? Anyways, I was having trouble picking a scene for Darvel because I'm pretty sure I've already posted most of my favorite scenes with him. So I decided that this time I'm posting a scene that I like because it kind of shows me that Darvel never changes. He's not exactly the center of attention all throughout the scene, (and as far as I know, I've never posted this one...) So I'll start by giving a very small explanation of the characters that you probably don't know about.

Corin: You might know about him, but... He's a doctor who at one point help Dawn and Quest break Bryin out of a dungeon. Since then he's appeared in different places and at the moment (meaning during the fourth book) he, Dawn, and Quest are gathering information about people who were attacking their kingdom.

Calix: He's a pirate. Hayrig, the captain of the crew, met Bryin and the rest (because I'm too lazy to list everyone else...) and agreed to sail them to the kingdom suspected of attacking them. Along the way Calix talked a lot with Bryin, and they became friends.

Kylee: Kylee is the queen of a kingdom currently in war with the 'evil' kingdom. Terrible description, I know. But that's what I'm sticking with.

So, that should be everyone... And finally here's the scene.

“Fine. Fine…” Darvel said, relaxing back in his bed. “Do it your way. But I’ll have you know, I’ll starve to prove my point. Are you prepared to deal with that?”

            “I don’t know, Darvel.” Corin said, shaking his head. “I have to go down to the throne room, otherwise I would find out right now. But here’s an idea, you haven’t been out of the room for a while, how about you head down to the meeting with me?”

            Darvel took a moment to think about it, then swung his legs off the bed.

            “Fine. Whatever. I’ll do it if it means I get to leave this stupid room, but have fun dragging me back in here.” Darvel started to walk out the door, and Corin studied his back meticulously. It was covered in long cuts from a knife, or Corin guessed that’s what had made them.

            Probably tried torture and when it didn’t work reverted to the drugs… Corin shook his head and followed after Darvel, thankful he didn’t see any signs of infection in the boy’s wounds.

            “Darvel, are you sure you don’t want to put a shirt on first? I would feel better about your back if you did… An infection would be a painful thing.”

            “It would make you feel better?” Darvel asked as he stopped. Even though he stopped, he didn’t turn to look at Corin as he spoke.

            “Yes, Darvel, it would. I am on your side after all. I’m only trying to help.”

            Darvel snorted at Corin and then continued to walk away.

            “Well, then. If it’s what you would want, I’m not doing it!” There was an obvious smile in Darvel’s voice, and Corin shook his head. He was starting to wonder if Darvel and Bryin were really two separate people, or if maybe they were truly one and the same.

            As Darvel walked, Corin hurried to catch up, especially after the realization that Darvel had absolutely no idea where he was going, even if he walked like he did.

            Once he managed to steer Darvel in the right direction, Darvel continued his fast pace until finally he barged into the throne room without waiting for anyone. Corin winced slightly as he knew it would please queen Kylee if they had been announced first, but now… There was nothing to do but go after Darvel.

            “Sorry, Queen Kylee.” Corin said, running a hand through his hair. “I tried to stop him, but—“

            “You didn’t try to stop me,” Darvel said with a scowl.

            “Yes, I did.” Corin said sounding out the words carefully. “Couldn’t you hear me calling you from down the hall?”

            “Oh, that’s what you were doing…” Darvel said, a grin slowly spreading over his face. “I thought you were yelling at yourself, so I tuned you out…”

            Kylee and Calix had been in a discussion, but now they watched Corin and Darvel with tilted heads.

            “You… You’re not Bryin…” Calix said, approaching Darvel almost cautiously.

            “Oh, glad you noticed. Don’t you just hate it when people mistake you for your older, better, twin brother?” Darvel asked sarcastically.

            “No, definitely not Bryin…” Calix mused to himself. “But I see Bryin did what he came here to do. And I knew he could.” Calix nodded to himself, allowing a small smile of pride to show. “Where is Bryin anyway?”

            Corin looked at the ground.

            “Calix, you haven’t heard yet?”

            “I wanted him to hear it from someone who had actually been there." Kylee said, nodding for Corin to go ahead.

            “Oh, well—“ Corin started before he was interrupted by Darvel.

            “He’s not here. Apparently the crazy people who had me got a hold of him, and now… Well, Corin here thinks poor Bryin doesn’t stand a chance… For all we know, Bryin is dead. Shall we have a moment of silence for him?”

            Calix clenched his fist, clearly annoyed by Darvel.

            “Look, kid. I don’t care that you’re Bryin’s brother. Never, ever, talk about him like that again, got it?”

            “Ooh, touchy.” Darvel yawned, now bored with the conversation.

            “Don’t you even care that he’s your brother?” Calix asked in disbelief.

            “Don’t you even care that I don’t even know who my brother is?” Darvel retorted. “I saw him one time, and he almost impaled me with a sword. Not exactly a great first impression in my book.”

            Calix looked confused, and Corin took the chance of the silence to get in between Calix and Darvel.

            “Darvel doesn't remember anything.” Corin explained. “He… Went through a lot while in the kingdom of Adesh, so don’t be so hard on him, alright?”

            “Oh no,” Davel said, pushing Corin aside. “Let him be hard on me. In fact, what will you do if I told you that I actually hate my brother? A part of me really hopes those people of Adesh kill him. From what I hear of him, it’ll do the world a big favor!”

            “Huh.” Quest said as he and Dawn entered the room. “I guess some things never change. You’re a real piece of work, Darvel. You know that?”

            “No, I don’t.” Darvel said, turning to glare in their direction. “But what I do know is that maybe when you and your girlfriend want to talk about someone, it’s best not to do it right in front of their room, huh? And maybe, juusst maybe, when you do go ahead and gossip about people, you shouldn't do it for the whole world to hear!”

            Quest blinked at Darvel.

            “I can’t believe Bryin saved you after everything you've done to him…”

            “Same here.” Darvel agreed. “But maybe that’s because I can’t remember anything!”

            “I also can’t believe that you still want your brother dead even after you've lost your memory. That’s ridiculous, and it tells me that people like you, they don’t change. They can’t.”

            Darvel just shook his head. He was done talking. He had reached the point where he just wanted to rip Quest’s head from his body and send it rolling across the floor. Clenching his fists, he launched himself at Quest, and Quest stood his ground.

            Luckily Corin had seen Darvel tense up, and before the two boys had a chance to even begin the fight, Corin grabbed Darvel and shoved him in the opposite direction.

            “That’s it!” Corin said, losing his usual calm manner. “Quest, you are out of line.”

            “But—”

            Corin held up a hand to stop Quest’s defensive argument.

            “No, no excuses.” Corin took a deep breath. “You absolutely cannot come barging in here mouthing off to every person who upsets you.”

            “It wasn’t every person! It was that—”

            “Quest!” Corin snapped before the name calling and fight could resume. “What kind of a king do you think you will make if this behavior continues? Trust me, it won’t be a very good one.”

            “Man…” Darvel muttered from the floor where he had fallen. “You sure expect people to trust you a lot, don’t you?”

            “And you!” Corin said, rounding on Darvel. “I will not tolerate this from you. At. All.”

            “Yeah?” Darvel asked in a challenging tone. He stood up and glared at Corin. “Well I certainly won’t tolerate you.

            Corin shook his head.

            “I don’t care Darvel. You can act big and tough, but you’re still a boy. And as of this moment I’m in charge and you’re going to listen to me whether you like it or not.”

            Darvel scowled. He opened his mouth to reply, but instead of saying something he moaned and grabbed his head.

            “Darvel…” Corin said worriedly. “Are you alright? Maybe we should take you back to your room and—”

            “I’m… F-f-fine.” Darvel growled. He stood as tall as he could, back straight. Slowly he dropped his hands to his sides, and if it weren’t for the pain evident on his face, he would have appeared fine.

            “No, Darvel.” Corin said softly. “I think it’s time for you to go back to the room to rest.” Turning to Quest, he frowned. “And because of your behavior, you can go back to your room until our meeting is done.”

            Quest’s face reddened. He was angry, and not just with Corin. He was also mad at Darvel. But taking a deep breath, Quest reigned in his temper.

            “Yes, Corin.” Quest said quietly. Then, without another word, he turned and stomped out.

Next up: Darvel

I know I don't really post a whole lot about Darvel on my blog, but here's an interview with him. He's one of my favorite characters, about even with Bryin. :D And since it's Cloaklover's birthday, I'm going to let her do the interview! Happy Birthday Cloak!!! :D

INTERVIEW BY CLOAKLOVER

Me: Hello, Darvel! How are you?

Darvel: Why am I doing this?

Me: Because your author wants you to.

Darvel: Yeah. But my author is stupid so what's your point?

Me: Never mind... You didn't answer my question. How are you?

Darvel: How are you...? Not that I care... I'm just trying to distract you from your stupid questions.

Me:  I'm fine but we're not talking about me. What is your favorite color?

Darvel: If you must know it's red, like the color of Bryin's blood as it's dripping off my dagger.

Me: That's... Great...

Darvel: Isn't it? Hopefully I can kill Bryin soon since my stupid author hasn't let me do it yet...

Me: Let's say you do kill him. What will you do if you become king?

Darvel: Strengthen my armies and take over other kingdoms.

Me: So you want to rule Panin? Or just have control over a lot of other kingdoms?

Darvel: I don't want to control all of Panin, just a small piece of it.

Me: Mmmm... So your power hungry, just not for a whole planet.

Darvel: I'm not power hungry! I just think things would run better if I was in charge.

Me: Power hungry and pompous. *Mumbles* Sure glad Bryin's the one getting the kingdom...

Darvel:  *Frowns and glares* You know what? I don't have to answer any more of your stupid questions! At least my author didn't exactly insult me in her interviews!

Me: That's because she was to busy getting insulted by you.

Darvel: *Shuts his mouth tightly and gives Cloak the silent treatment*

Me: Well I was done anyways.... Even If I wasn't you're acting too much like Bryin and being uncooperative.

END INTERVIEW

Well, there's Cloak's interview with Darvel. Now I have to find a favorite scene to post... Hopefully I'll be on time this week, but knowing me... It'll depend on how lazy I'm feeling. >.< Anyways, thanks for reading!

Special P.S. for Cloak:

Bryin: Happy Birthday! I don't really know you, but my author thinks you're annoying, so you must not be that bad!

Darvel: I don't like you...

Bryin: Ooh, and thanks for annoying Darvel for me! *High Five*

Video!

Soo, here's the video! I'm acting like a huge dork, so if it's possible just ignore me. ;) Lol, so  without further rambling, my video...

What do you guys think? Is Sage as boring as I sometimes imagine, or is he made more interesting and entertaining by his serious personality? Let me know your thoughts!

Bryin: I do not approve of that video because it had almost nothing to do with me...

Favorite Scene Starring Sage

Sooo... I actually meant to post this yesterday but I'm lazy and I forgot, so here's my favorite scene with Sage. I've never really done editing on it, so sorry if it's really bad...

“Hi, Sage.” Bryin said as he sat down. “How are you feeling?”

“Why are you inquiring about my health?” Sage asked with a confused glance at Bryin.

“Well,” Bryin said with a shrug, “because it’s what friends do.”

Sage frowned at this.

“What on Panin gave you the idea we were friends?”

            “I gave myself the idea. I decided we were friends right now.”

            “We are not friends,” Sage said shaking his head. “I do not have time for friends.”

“And why not?” Bryin asked with a small frown. “I mean I’m pretty busy too, doing… Um, stuff to avoid working, but I still have time for friends.”

Sage raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, well, I have actual work, that I intend to finish with, because unlike you, I am not a moron who believes that all orders are bad.”

“Alright,” Bryin said with a sigh, “first, I’m going to ignore that fact that you are calling me stupid once again. Secondly, I don’t believe orders are bad. And thirdly, you can work, and still have time for friends Sage. Friendship is about getting to know a person by talking to them, and learning to like them.”

“Friendship involves learning?” Sage asked, sounding slightly more interested.

Bryin nodded.

“Friendship involves a lot of learning. First you have to learn to like the person you’re talking with, and then you have to learn to like the things they’re interested in. See? Friendship is a lot more complicated than you thought, huh? Hm, maybe you’re not ready to figure out how to be friends…” Bryin said, patting Sage on the head. “It’s alright though, Sage. You’ll be ready when you’re older.”

Sage’s mouth gaped open and he crossed his arms.

“I am ready!” Sage insisted. “I am smarter than one hundred clones of you put together, so if you can figure out friendship, then I can master it!”

Bryin bite his lip as he tried to keep from grinning at Sage.

“Alright, if you say so.” Bryin said with a self-satisfied pleasure. “But first things first, Sage. You also have to learn not to insult your friends, even if they are complete idiots.”

“Oh,” said Sage with a small frown, “in that case, I apologize for the immaturity that led me to insult you multiple times. I assure you I will not let that be the case ever again.”

This time Bryin let himself grin.

“That’s a good goal, Sage,” Bryin said with a chuckle, “but don’t be so serious about all this. You’re so formal for a six year old. Loosen up a bit, kid.”

Sage stiffened at Bryin’s words.

“I am six years, six months and six days old…” Sage let his voice fade away as he received an almost disapproving glance from Bryin. “Am I doing something wrong?”

Bryin broke out in a smile, and shook his head.

“No, I just told you to loosen up, and then you went and did the complete opposite thing that I told you to do. That’s what I usually do. It’s my thing, okay Sage?” Bryin said teasingly. “I disobey the orders and you act super logical and cute. Don’t get those mixed up again.”

“Oh,” Sage replied seriously, “I apologize for forgetting my place. I shall try harder next time.”

“Sage, I was kidding!”              

Sage’s features contorted into a deep scowl as he thought about Bryin’s previous words.

“You know,” Sage said, shaking his head, “for one who dislikes orders to the extreme, you certainly are bossy.”

Bryin crossed his arms.

“Hey, what did I say about insulting people?”

Sage shrugged.

“I am not entirely sure, but I am almost positive that it was another order…” Sage slowly started grinning playfully, and Bryin realized Sage was just joking around like he had been only a few seconds ago.

“Well,” Bryin exclaimed happily, “I think we’re making progress!”

Tomorrow hopefully, I'll post the video.

A Look At Sage

So, probably on Friday I'll post the video of my sister and I discussing Sage. Until then I'll post a character interview, and a short scene or story involving him. Today is the interview.

INTERVIEW

Me: So before I say anything else, I might as well get it out of the way. Yes, Sage, I am your author. Yes, I do, or should know all of this, but you're going to tell me anyways for the sake of the readers. Understand?

Sage: Well, seeing as I am the character, how should I know if I understand? I believe only you can answer that question for me.

Me: Ugh. Sage, we're not doing this right now. I definitely know for a fact that you understand.

Sage: Oh? And how is it that you obtained this knowledge?

Me: What? What kind of a question is that? I'm the author and I created you, that's how.

Sage: Interesting... So what do you do when you are not busy writing?

Me: Um, well... A lot I guess... Hey! Wait a minute, I'm the one asking the questions, you don't get to turn this around on me. Now, what's your idea of perfect happiness?

Sage: Knowledge. People believe that knowledge is power, but I also believe that it can be happiness as well. That is why I intend to strive to know everything.

Me: What's your greatest fear?

Sage: I fear the lack of knowledge and injustice. Both problems could be solved rather easily, but I find that they are not. Why is that?

Me: I don't know, but you're still not the one who gets to ask me things. Where do you see yourself being in ten to twenty years?

Sage: I am currently six, and for the sake of simplicity I will just leave it at that. In ten years I will be sixteen for all those simpletons who cannot add properly. I see myself traveling Panin discovering things, but of course at sixteen I will most likely have already discovered at least ten things, and have become famous for them.

Me: Well... If you say so... So in general, how do you treat others?

Sage: I would like to think I treat everyone the same. I prefer to be firm, and possibly polite when the situation calls for it, but if it doesn't I don't mind sounding rude by saying something if it needs to be said.

Me: Who is the most important person in your life?

Sage: Well... I've never thought about it, but I guess that would be Bryin. He took me in and rescued me from slavery, and he calls me his brother even though we are not related by blood. I feel indebted to him in a way.

Me: Hmm... Name three things you're good at and three things you're bad at.

Sage: That is not a question, my dear author.

Me: I know that! Just tell me your answer anyways.

Sage: Fine, if you are going to be temperamental about it... I am great at being smart, researching things, and I am a fast learner. I am bad at... Being stupid. Honestly, I am quiet brilliant so I believe I would find it hard to be such a simpleton. And I do not have to list two other things because really I am amazing at most things.

Me: Riiighhht... So I think we'll end here...  Just because you're getting a big head...

END INTERVIEW

So, there's a little character interview on Sage! Next I'll be posting a short scene or something.