The bright big green eyes of a boy who used to call her mom. She clinged
to that memory during the time Raleigh had her in his dark and terrible
dungeons, and those green eyes where the safe place where her mind used
to flee when he tortured her and had "his fun" as he used to say.
also clinged to that thought when the Orlesian bitch came for her.
The day in which she would come back to the place she had made her
home, and she would hear his fast feet running towards her to greet her
back, and she would mess his black hair again, while telling him it
was amazing how much he'd have grown up... because he was growing so
fast, he was going to be tall even for a shem. Her shem... her clumsy
proud and troublesome little shem.
The bitch, Marjolaine was her
name, had arrived a couple of days ago and soon had showed interest
towards her, specially when Raleigh told her she had not confessed a
word yet, not even after his finest techniques. Marjolaine had giggled
wickedly and approached her while commenting with her ridiculous accent,
which Lirya was sure she exagerated on purpose: "Elves are so pgoud, my
deag. You can bend them but agdly bgeak theig will".
her chin with her cold hands and forced her to look up. "Ah, but this
is a pgetty one, my fgiend". She leant over her and kissed softly her
lips, but as soon as she did Lirya bited her and when she backed up,
shocked, mumbling an angry "Bitch!", she still had time to spit her
blood back at her face before Marjolaine slapped her with all her
strenght. The Orlesian composed her back quickly and while cleaning her
face, she smiled and said: "See? A pgoud one as I said. Save eg fog me,
my fgiend. When you finish with eg, I think I ave a buyeg fog eg thege
"You can take her right now, as far as I'm concerned",
was Raleigh's harsh reply. "She won't say a word, and she's not much
fun anymore either"
Lirya continued focused on those green eyes
during all the way to Orlais. The bitch had just smiled at Raleigh's
words, exchanged some coins with him and took her, chained and caged, in
a wagon, with some other prisoners, most of them elves, most of them
female. So she only could do one thing: remembering.
remembered the day she found that carriage in flames in the middle of
the road. Some bandits were still looting it and maybe doing even worse
things. She glimpsed a couple of shem corpses, and knowing what they
could have done to her if she was noticed, she hid under a bridge to
avoid them. She remembered how, behind some stones in the darkest part
of the bridge, she heard a faint sound, like a cat's meow, and her
curiosity led her to find that tiny, rounded, pink thing just looking at
her… with those bright green eyes.
Lirya was so young then… only
seventeen… and she definitely never had any intention to have children.
Her job was a dangerous one, spying for the rebels to defeat the
Orlesian invaders. She shouldn't have ever taken him with her. But then,
what? To leave him die under that bridge?
She looked at the
blanket the tiny baby was wrapped in. Mallory. It said nothing to her,
but at least the baby would have a surname. She named her Kyle.
he had become the center of her life during all those years. For him,
Lirya settled down at Highever's alienage, where at first she was looked
upon as a shem lover, until people got used to her silent presence, and
the boy earned the love and respect of everybody at the alienage due to
both his talent to get into trouble and to get out of them using his
natural charm. He usually sided with the weakest, and being the weakest
the elves themselves, they learnt to love him as one of them.
him, Lirya stayed many years without going on her usually long quests.
She only accepted safe jobs which didn't keep her away from Highever,
and focused more in her talent as a poison maker than in her spying
skills… For him she renounced to adventuring and even to love, but she
didn't mind, because he filled her days in a way she would have never
But one day she couldn't stay anymore.
was over, the son of the Rebel Queen was now in the throne, and the King
Maric himself requested her help to retrieve some important documents
someone had stolen. She could have requested more time, but the King had
been patient enough.
So she looked at those green eyes once more
and said goodbye. Kyle was already twelve, old enough to stay alone for
a few weeks, and his best friend, Ryan, who was already seventeen, was
no less than the younger son of the Couslands of Highever. She talked to
him before she left, and she asked him to take care of the boy who was
her son, if not by blood, by anything else.
And she said goodbye to him, not even imagining that could be very well the last time she would see him again…
much time had passed after that? Six months? Ten? One year? One could
lose easily the notion of time in Raleighs Dungeons… The notion of
time,hope, and even sanity. She only knew somebody betrayed her…
somebody sold her to that beast… and now he had sold her again… and she
was going to be resold… and resold…
Finally the wagon stopped and
Lirya knew they had arrived to… somewhere. They all were forced to get
out, and they took their clothes, washed them while standing naked with
buckets of cold water and gave them rough but clean tunics and a simple
meal of bread and water. A man walked amongst them, opened mouths
to count teeth, observed hands and fingers, raised skirts and touched
breasts, and started separating the prisoners in groups. Marjolaine
whispered some words to the man's ear before she got payed and Lirya saw
both faces turning to look at her.
The younger, prettier girls
and boys had been grouped apart. Lirya felt terribly sorry for them, she
knew what was going to be their fate. Stronger, more mature ones, and
some of the few men, went to a different group. These surely would be luckier.
And then there was a strange group in which she was included. People,
probably, able to read and write, or with some special talents which
would be wasted in brothels, kitchens or hard work places. Lirya
wondered which special talent had Marjolaine decided would make a good
deal of her. But by the look of her face, she knew she was not going to
Her work as an spy had made her speak and understand
Orlesian like a mother tongue, so she didn't have any problem to know
what everybody was saying around her. So when her new master came to
fetch her, she already knew he was a mage… and quite a well known and
feared one. But Marjolaine's last words were the ones who scared her the
"She's strong and though, my friend. She'll last longer than the others".
she was strong. She was strong enough to resist without even moaning
the first time he tied her to a table, and started sticking needles in
her skin. She only closed her eyes and grid her teeth, and made her mind
fly away again.
"Mom, mom! Why are my ears different than yours?"
green eyes looked at her and she didn't know what to answer. How to
tell your son, the boy you felt as your own son, that he was not
actually been born from you? Because he wasn't, was he? While strange,
blue fluids entered her blood, she started to feel her mind clouding...
She didn't remember having been pregnant... She didn't even remember
having had a lover... But she had a son, didn't she? How was it that she
had a son without having had a partner?
She found herself
gripping her memories like precious belongings. Each time the mage took
her away to experiment with her body, something disappeared. How could
she have forgotten having given birth to a boy, having loved a human man
enough to have a shem son from him?
Whoever he was, he surely had green eyes, like his son.
she found herself tied to the table again, and now she forgot she was
strong, and she yelled in pain when the liryum got into her veins again.
She remembered the pain. The pain in her back, in her
arms, in her soul, when someone was calling her slave, and whipped her.
And suddenly those green eyes again, looking at her, almost about to
cry, when the man holding the whip turned at them and started whipping
Whipping her son.
The memory was blurry, but
she remembered the pain was even worse. Seeing him receiving the whip,
feeling the pain instead of her. Being called a slave too. That's how
they treat elves, she thought. Because me and my son are elves aren't
we? Is he a slave here, with me? Why can't I recall his face, his name? I
only recall his eyes... green eyes...
Finally they stopped coming for her. She wasn't useful anymore. And she was in her dark cell again.
didn't even remember how many times she had been tied to that table,
she didn't remember why was she there, neither how long she was been
held. Her hair was now white. Sometimes she remembered people speaking
in a different language, even if now everybody around her
spoke Orlesian. She didn't even remember her name. People just called
her "the Fereldan bitch" or "Subject number eight". She didn't care.
her eyes and held her knees. She was grateful they had finally left her
alone. Alone with her dreams. On her dreams she sometimes could grasp
shadows of her past, who she had been, who those green eyes belonged to.
But as soon as she came back to vigil, everything was blurry again. She
only could keep those green eyes. Because that was the only thing she
The memory of a pair of green eyes...
1: short comic about his guardian bard's Lirya (City elf) and Kyle (in character sheet I say making-poison right?! And that's the skill he learn from Lirya) "As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song.
'I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmured my fears And I felt delight.
'In the morning I went As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But oh! met with scorn.' The Wild Flower's Song by William Blake
2: speechless. Like I said, he cant say his emotion or passion (dont know I use true words ?_? ) 3: the last time he meet his guardian. He dont know, but Lirya knew and never say to him. 4: The time he fall after he to be stab with a dagger (I told you all about I will made him dead, I'm said it very clearly) 5: Nelson (mabari of Kyle, spirit too) see he falled 6: Lindy's spirit. 7: not much to say "Two worlds collided And they could never tear us apart" lindy: He will come back with us soon, Nelson! 8: Childhood. Always make friend with cats 9: Compare him with frog "The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had" What am I doing? Of course kill my character's Kyle
Yeah, Now I think I draw childs better than adult
I draw comics made him dead because I'd promised with my friend *o*
Dont blame me =.= And that's sketch comics I did before September when everything made me bored and no mood to continue with my OC ;__;
I like keep this sketch and will not lineart Sorry If I lineart it will make this have different expression, and I don't like that way =3=