I'm Seth.... Seth Lionhearth.
My whole life had always been different, I still remember the way they stared at me back when I opened my eyes to this world __It replays whenever I close my eyes. That pale black haired kid who looked too frail to survive the next day.
No one told me, they didn't have to cause it was clear that Sampson Lionhearth was embarrased of his Son. That is why our confrontation began from the first day . Looking at the sickly gray skinned form within the arm of his mother with bits of blood from birth without a talent nor gift, Sampson just watched. The subtle look he gave at us, the raw emotion spilled, it was horrible.
Apparently I might not even live to become one and this was quite a stain on 'the hero' . So he little by little, he grasped for something... Anything to prove that there was a chance i wasn't his. he tried out gene identifications, DNAs and others to figure out if i really was his own son, his bloodline cause there was no way he would give birth to something so weak and talentless. he even crossed the line by even questioning my mother's fidelity and his clan? They backed him up as it had become his obsession, the scourge, the stain to his name and the reason the other houses laughed at him. I still ask myself why at times? I'm sure it was more than just the disgust right? It couldn't be all this was just for having no talent nor physique. His hate was sprouting alarmingly and he wasn't even aware that he was doing all this to a child of his own nonetheless.
Of all kids born from their union, i was the only one who didnt just fit right, since i wasn't born as strong as each amd every other one of them . The kids before me all had talents from their birth, a very rare phenomenon and so he felt he had such a strong bloodline to give birth to a child like me. And so I became a kid, a weak kid who was already despised just by coming to this world. Just by being born i had left a gaping fissure in between.
But i lived the next day___and the next___and the next, and the day after that. That fragile boy stood up earlier than other kids my age despite the pressure on my shoulders. I didn't just stand, i stood tall. I would never forget the look Sampson had when he saw me stand, that flicker of suprise was invigorating, a little bit. And for a moment, a flash of hope so bright shone across those eyes.
'Maybe, maybe he's different.' He probably thought watching the clarity in my eyes. Then came the pressure they forced on a kid, the hope that they had tied to me, a forced promise that someday I'll turn out to be a powerful awakener, I mean I had survived right. In a world where i wasn't accepted, i had fit right in brimming with so much power and intelligence for a child my age
But there was an irritation from the deeper part of my soul, i knew, I remembered and I raged. Every bit of memory stayed fresh, the fissure grew wider each day and i just watched. Emotions tore into me so bad but I just watched. I grew every bit sensitive to everything that had happened beside me, I matured in more ways than one. And my family?
They were happy, they were proud. To them, they were raising a scion, a new legacy that will face the new age of a world that had warped from what it had once been. But as their world changed so did I. My mind warped, my consciousness and observations were clearly not what they had expected from a boy my age.
No, but it excited them even making blind to the new form they were creating of me. A kid that withstood it all, a boy with an evolved mind and body. I was the becoming part of the pride of the Lionhearth. amongst the lions, a cub was learning how to walk. All this made my childhood was probably more hectic. But that was what i get for being born into the one of the top houses, since i didn't break nor bend
Their expectations intensified after all, another star was rising, they expected mine to be far brighter . But noone understood me.... No one, not even my mother. I'll give her that, she tried to come close but there a difference between affection and understanding. And my mind had transcended beyond that, I wasn't for sure a kid who wanted the love she showered, sure maybe at first it was manageable but within me, i knew how i felt, something about everything felt wrong. Like I knew they were in for another disappointment. With my mind grown sensitive & twisted, I watched everyday in fear and desperation. Deep within me, i knew there was a higher chance of me failimg them and so i observed their faces, their fake smiles & and the emotions behind their eyes. Looking at them fawn brought out my biggest irritation, Most time it felt like my mind was twisting but why would they notice the bad side of my character when they saw what exactly they wanted to see in me.
And so years passed, the kid grew into a boy quite intelligent, quite smart but without talent. Voices rose, mockery rebegan but that was when i saw it; the flaw.
Watching them while they all acted up, i had began my project to perfection. The cause of it all. Emotions
Call me crazy or whatever but this was it. My conclusion. But no one understood, well I'll try to explain.
The reason why a father would try to abandon his son for the fame? Greed. Why he was too hooked on a talent bearer? Pride. The reason why strangers watched me with much attention than their own lives? Envy. The reason my family was dropped out of the clan? Anger. Why he had too much shame, too much desire, it was ruining him and he wasn't even aware. Not just him, the world at large.
The reason people killed each other, ruined each other, called each other friends, made family only to destroy it, slaves to passion and desires.
It was all because of one weakness.
The same ones i was growing to sensitive too, the same ones which made humans predictable and susceptible. I had found it, the very reason they felt fear. The true limiter of life.
So why kids awakened or trained talents, I trained my over wired emotions in order for what was to come because I knew that was a chance i might never awaken. Since i couldn't, i had to build up something i could. A wall. One which trapped my feeling in place and how do I explain that it was the perfect decision i ever made. With less emotions, i was quite focused, calm & calculated. I was able to see in a way not even visual type talent users saw. But of course, a state of no emotions was totally impossible, that was till the accident that had happened a while now, while finding out that the only sibling who had no talent like me awakened. Due to a deal i had made, i had to move out. Disowned, betrayed, and spent all on that same week. The tide of emotions threatened to swallow the over sensitive child. I had two options, let myself drown or switch it all off.
That week, a new type of Seth emerged. The one who felt less, the one who felt nothing.
So why?
Why do the walls I've built and fortified for so long have such a fine hairline crack? Why do my heart beat for something i thought i might have lost way back? What are these foreign but familiar fluids running from within that crack to pathways that had dried up since years back? How am i supposed to explain that Sampson might have been right all along. That there was a chance that even though I had been born of mortal womb, my lineage might have been far off.
Deep down, I felt it since the first time I saw them but it was a conjecture I dared not believed after all Sampson had checked and so had I though with the walls i built, how was I supposed to really care.
But it was there and I couldn't act like I hadn't seen it. Those eyes Mahahallel had looked at me with was the same with the time Sampson saw me last.
I may have locked mine but I knew exactly what that look was. Even with the cosmos behind those eyes, I knew an emotion in there. The most powerful one ever; it was love.