I know it’s been a bit of time but I encountered a motivation and inspiration problem. Also I got side-tracked by Harry-stu gamer novel by Zedo19
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Eron was five years old now, his past three years had flown by him like a short chapter in the book of his life.
He had now finally escaped his prison of stupidity, he felt like his brain had shrunk rather than grown over the time. Eron was now going to attended a real institution of education or at least that what he hoped.
“So how was your last day Eron?”
“It was alright dad”
Oh yeah Eron could now talk without raising suspicion anymore, it was a god send for him to finally be able to communicate. But things like Callipygian and or Concupiscent where still off limits.
“Are you sure? I mean back in my day I remember us all crying and hugging. The emotion” Paris’s eyes were starting to water up.
In truth everyone at that time had been crying and hugging in joy at the idea of not seeing Paris again. This was mainly because he was too clingy and emotional. Also some of the boys and even the girls were jealous of his look even at that age.
“dad. Dad!!! It was fine, everyone was fine, and I was fine. Fine”
But Eron was lying to himself, he wasn’t fine, in fact he had been rather upset leaving behind the people he had come to call friends. As in his previous life he had never really fitted in.
There was Poopy, the nickname had stuck with him it seemed as although lest often his habit still persisted over the years. (Someone should seriously check him out) He was rather stupid, kind of reminded him of a British Bull Dog. You know, the way it waddles and drools all over the place, but you love it because of that.
Ruby, already showing signs of being a…a…Slut for all intents and purpose. But she was a flamboyant person, the kind that just makes you feel good by being around them. To her credit she was easy on the eyes and wouldn’t go with just anyone, she was rather picky. (I know, what are they teaching children)
Dexter. He’s probably a sociopath. Heart in the right place, probably, as he was a nice guy all in all. But he’s got creepy hobbies and that’s putting it kindly. It took a while for him to let Eron in, but Eron didn’t give up as he had been the quite loner before.
There were a few other kids that he had encountered during his time there. But none as noteworthy as these three.
“Well it’s been a good time with you guys this past three years…..”
“Yeah, it’s been a wild ride” Ruby jumped in.
“Poopy sad”
“Yes Poopy, we’re all sad”
Everyone then turned their attention to Dexter, expecting him to have an input
“…….”
But of course Dexter deferred from the social norm and just stayed true to himself.
For Eron though this was probably the last time he’d ever see them. As even in this world everything ran around money apparently. So as he came from a decently well off family and they didn’t, that would define who he would know, what he would learn and what he do.
When they arrived back at home he was greeted by his sisters and Dion.
“Hello brother”
“Young master”
“Sister….. Dion. Where’s mother?”
“Mistress is currently away on business”
“Never mind brother we’ll keep you company”
“That’s a lovely idea Lilith, why don’t you go and do that while I and Dion organise Erons stuff for school”
Eron felt his spine freeze as those words left his father’s mouth. As his father and Dion walked off his sisters smiled and led him off to the study.
“…Now…let’s talk about this…”
“How have you been?” Those few words exploded Eron’s mind
“Fine” he said with caution
“…..Good”
They just sat there staring at each other for half an hour in absolute silence. Even a fly wouldn’t dare interrupt this by flying through.
‘Who are these people in front of me, I know they’ve been gone for most part of these past years at school and I’ve barley seen them. But no one could have changed this much’
“Okay who are you? And what have you done to my real sisters. Not that I mind to much bu…”
“Little brother have you really forget us. Your sweet, sweet older sisters” Their eyes lit up with fire as they spoke these words like they were possessed.
*Bang* the doors and the shutters started to bang shut. As the horror of what was about to happen to washed over him, so did a peculiar sense of comfort. The comfort in knowing that these were indeed his two sisters.
When Eron emerged from the study, he decided to drag his battered body to his room to see what his father and Dion were doing. This was a grave mistake on his part as they had been going over his old clothes.
“Oh how cute he looked in this, and this matched his eyes perfectly”
“Certainly master. I was upset when he didn’t wear this cute dress I got him”
“My, speak of the devil there he is. Why don’t he come here and make your father and Dion happy”
He was backed into a corner while the two men came in wearing similes like that of Kagetane Hiruko, holding clothes that were clearly too small or cutesy for him. You know what they say, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Eron was only saved when his mother came back later that night, as Paris and Dion had to go and prepare a meal for her. You’d think one man was enough but when it came to mother you needed twice the workforce.
This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.
Eron however already looked like his soul, dignity and youth had been sucked out of him. Regaining only some of his composure by dinner time.
“Son why do you look so bad? Are you ill or something?” his mother enquired.
“I am...fine” he replied while staring straight with a vacant expression.
His mother was clearly not convinced by the answer as she gave him an inquisitive look.
“Okay” but Freya had a policy to not purse things that didn’t directly involve her as that would just be too much work in her books. But also she had noticed Dion and Paris in an awfully happy mood, giggling among themselves like a bunch of boys and glancing at Eron. Telling her enough of what may might of happened.
“Ah, Eron while I’ve got you come and visit me after supper”
“Yes mother”
So once dinner was dune and he had helped cleared the table he head off to his mother’s room. When he entered he found his mother siting down and indicated for him to also.
“So..um..how was your last day?”
“It was alright I guess as I said to dad, but I am a bit upset.”
“Ah…really…I remember when I….”
Eron could tell his mother was struggling here. He had originally been worried that he done something to anger Freya, so was relieved when she started asking about his day. But he knew his mother wasn’t used to this one on one talks and emotion stuff so he decided to help her out.
“Never mind that mother, it’s not important. Why don’t you tell me what you want to say?”
“Yes, your right that’s not important. What I want to talk about to you is about my stupid father and about what is expected of you”
This grabbed Erons attention. As one it was about him and two it involved his granddad who seemed to have vanished along the way at some point, like he wasn’t important or needed.
“Well the thing is…” his mother began to explain. It took some time as she sometimes lost her way when the sentences became too long, but she eventually finished.
She then told Eron to go to bed to allow him to take in the information he had been given. For Eron though it didn’t take as long as she thought it would, as he had pretty sound reasoning and also his mother’s brain is a bit slower than most so her expectation of the time it would take was a bit off.
While in Bed he decided to go over the information one more time just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.
‘Right so this is what I summarised from our talk. One, my granddad is useless drunkard, already knew that before but it’s nice to know the view is shared. Two, however useless he was though he had managed to persuade everyone that I was a miracle baby sent to help my clan. God I can just tell I am going to be plagued by misfortune because of this, FUCK YOU GRANDAD. This in turn means a lot is expected of me, even more so by the fact I have two horns, so backing his claim. Mother still couldn’t be bothered to explain the horns and I decided not to push her as she said I would find out soon enough. ‘
Erons Let out a sigh at that, as things would just be much easier if he had a committed mother teaching him all he needed to know.
‘Three, I am under even more pressure as my sisters although hornless are natural genesis finishing school a year early. Personally I thought a year wasn’t amazing but apparently it’s really hard to do. God I swear all my sisters do in life is to somehow make my life more difficult. Finally, during all this many people will probably try and harm me. Okay she didn’t put it exactly like that but that’s basically the drift. So it seems my new life will be a short one at this rate, Shit and I have just spent five years trying to become a better me then old me. What a waste of energy.’
The next few days went by without incident. Eron busy getting ready for school and his sisters getting ready for Thee Academy. Yep that was its name, nothing fancy, but it wasn’t just any academy it was quite literally Thee Academy.
Eron had been a bit surprised at the speed at which he was moving from one education to another without much a break in-between. Apparently this was because a child’s education was taken very seriously, as it would influence where you stood in society so breaks from it were frowned upon.
All the information he had been given about his knew school was that it was a 2 day journey away in a neighbouring territory. He would obviously be boarding as it would be counterproductive otherwise, with only a few breaks a year.
When the day finally came for Eron to go a carriage arrived outside of his house. His Sisters had left earlier as they had much further to travel than him.
As he got into the carriage after Dion had helped him load up all his stuff, his family came out to see him to wave goodbye. His Mother was in rather a relaxed mood and wearing normal daily comfy clothes. Whereas his father was dressed in all black, complete with a black hat and a veil, holding white rose in one hand and dabbing his face with a hankie chief. It looked like he was attending someone’s funeral.
Eron couldn’t decide if this was just his father being the emotion eccentric sap he was. Or if this had any relation to the talk he had, had with his mother about possible people wishing harm.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence” he mumbled as the carriage set of carrying a very worried Eron.
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I don’t know how long it will be till I do the next chapter. I mean I got it fairly planned out but will just have to see what time I have and what mood I am in.