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Human Origins Chapter 2: Sympathy

The new version of Humans Origins continues, as usual comments are welcome. =)

As I slide a bit further down the mountain, I notice that the human had his head held down... and it appeared to be tears coming from his eyes. That could work to my advantage, as he is most likely unaware of his surroundings, but the more I keep looking, the more I am reminded of myself.

I was in a similar position before, about 10 years ago.

I was only 13 years old, and as vulnerable as ever, being an isolated young pup. I was still searching for answers about my mother, but as you know my Father wasn't interested in answering my questions, or even properly filling the void. Instead, he would push me into the training barracks, most of the time unwillingly, hoping to make me grow up quicker.

His desire was to make me insensitive to so-called weak emotions as sadness. At that point, despite the fact that I was psychically fit and strong, I was too mentally and emotionally distracted, and struggled to keep up with the rest of the class.

The other students would often laugh at me, in fact, my Father encouraged them to do so. He hoped the humiliation would serve as a motivation for me. But as such sayings like: "How could he be crown prince? He can't even keep up with his assigned pack...," began to circulate around in the castle, much to my dismay, it only added to my discouragement and even doubt. I even started to wonder if my Father... really was my Father.

After every class, all I wanted to do was run to my room and cry, release all the pent up sadness in my heart, but before I could get up, I was kicked back to the ground by the general. I wasn't allowed to leave like everyone else. I did twice the work with the general, in a one on one session.

My father would leave the barracks like everyone else, not even looking behind at his own son. Even the rest of the students sensed my growing animosity towards him, and sometimes they would give me sympathetic looks.

They did little to comfort me though, and eventually Father did break my resolve to find out about my mother...

Instead I simply wanted him to notice me, to acknowledge my presence. A fire burned in my heart, for him to recognize my value, to impress him, and that desire is what kept me going till the present.

But slowly I realized just how naive that was. I began to realize I wasn't really a son to him, that he viewed me as little more than a leftover object of his relationship with my mother,

I became an investment, something that had to be trained to recognize my potential in order to receive benefits for himself, or to be thrown away as a pointless piece of trash, swept under the carpet if I didn't comply with Father's high standards.

Perhaps when I was exiled, he could see the desire in my eyes, the desire for treason. My goal is that I will do everything in my power to surpass my father and usurp the throne. No one deserves to be ruled by such a tyrant incapable of showing love to his own son, pushing the citizens of his kingdom into warfare instead of keeping peaceful conditions as they are.

But alas, even after 8 years of extensive training, I still haven't surpassed him, but I will... someday.

"Please, don't hurt me werewolf!"

"Huh?"

I hadn't realized how distracted I was from my flashback. I practically walked right up to the frightened human, on my two hind legs, blowing my cover. His eyes are shaking, and so was his legs, it almost looked like he was going to start having convulsions.

My stomach let out a loud growl, and looking him over, he definitely would make a satisfying meal, but I decided I wasn't going to harm such a defenseless creature, Reflecting on my own past experience of how helpless I was, made me realize to treat this human in the same way would be imitating my cruel father's nature.

He was like me, a soul in need of comfort, minus the furry coat, and a good prince... a good king, would help him out.

So getting a little closer to him, I knelt down a bit, so we could see eye to eye. His eyes were such a beautiful hazelnut, and for a moment I get lost in them, despite the panic clearly present in his body language. Reaching out my paw slowly, I start to wipe the tears from his face, and giving my best sympathetic smile, I just rub his back, hoping to calm him down.

His reaction caught me off guard. He kept his eyes focused on me, but his face was slowly turning redder than a tomato, and I couldn't help but blush back, not knowing how to handle the situation.

"I guess introductions are the best way to start..." I said to myself.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to harm you. My name's Luxikam, and I couldn't help but notice your emotional distress from that cliff up there, so I came down to help. Are you alright?" I said hoping my deep voice wouldn't scare him.

He seems to believe me, and answered my question with a nod, before looking away in embarrassment, aware of just how much he was blushing just a moment ago.

"No offense, but tell me, what is such a young human like yourself, doing out here on his own?"