Braeyon Cussier
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
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Posted - 2016.03.14 20:53:33 -
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YC107, Luse IV.
The skies were blue and cloudless ever so often as far as he could remember. He sat down here nearly every day by the small bridge over the pond and stared out toward the open fields of green grass and beautifully shaped hills in the distance. There came the breeze again to touch his face and he could feel it waft through his crimson black hair. Braeyon opened his dark-brown eyes and he felt more calm, the exact sense of calmness every time he was here.
"Braeyon!"
He blinked and turned his gaze to the right. It was his mother who called out to him and waved him over. Braeyon looked ahead to gaze the view once more before he stood up and went to her. A faint sigh escaped him as he went down the bridge and followed the road.
"Braeyon, were you wool-gathering again?"
Wool-gathering, she called it. She knew that he was here often because it is on that small bridge over the pond where he and his father used to sit down and look over the fields of grass and hills when he was a very young boy. Now he's fifteen, a teenager, already having an ambition to become one of the capsuleers that travels in space, seeking glory, adventure, thrills of danger, endless riches...
"I was just looking at the fields"
His mother smiled at him and gave him a pat on his shoulder, not often she did that. To Braeyon she had always been a little sad since his father left, for what purpose he didn't knew and his mother didn't want to tell him. He couldn't even remember what he looked like but the only memory he had of his father, was that they sat on that bridge.
"Your father used to do that when he had lots of thoughts on his mind, thoughts he didn't want to share with me, is something bothering you, son?"
Braeyon thought if he really wanted to share his thoughts, but didn't want to really. He shrugged and shook his head.
"I just-.. I just were wool-gathering, mother", he answered.
She gave a brief nod and had that short smile on her lips, but there was something more, Braeyon could see it and he couldn't help but give her a questioning glance as they walked with eachother toward the countryside, toward home. The farm.
Along the road he thought more and more about his dreams, to be one of those that travel among stars - to see things that people couldn't believe their eyes at. Nebulaes, asteroids, unknown anomalies, planets and stars...
Braeyon looked up at the clear blue sky and allowed himself to dream... dream... and dream.
YC118, Tash-Murkon Prime V - Tash-Murkon Family Bureau.
The door opened to his apartment as he entered and headed for the bathroom, the door closed by automation. Thoughts of the past visited him today and he couldn't help but think back on all those years and to where he is now.
Braeyon, now twenty-five years old, fulfilled his childhood dream thanks to his ambition and his aim to learn to the truth about his father. A shocking truth but a happy one.
He took off his clothes and laid them on one of his white leather couches that was facing eachother with a glass table in the middle with a red carpet under them. A faint yawn escaped him as he walked inside the bathroom, stood in the middle of the shower and pressed on the buttons that controlled temperature and what type of stream or flow he wanted for his shower.
It became a hot shower tonight since he spent nearly over thirteen hours of patrolling an area that belonged to Tash-Murkon, the security had become somewhat heightened due to the Drifter threat and the Empire had a high alert ever since the assassination of the Empress.
With a nearly overwhelming tiredness he put his hands upon the wall in the shower, allowed his head to fall down and close his eyes.
There..
For a moment he could almost swear that he was back on Luse IV, on that bridge. The faint breeze upon his face and the waft through his hair. A smile formed on his lips and he opened his tiresome eyes.
"After all the things I've done to get here, I remember...", he told himself.
With him and his father reunited, the truth finally exposed by light, he knew that he should return to Luse IV soon.
But not yet, he thought, ... not yet.
For he is the heir of Minor-house Rebucanus, son of Caedin Rebucanus. |