Innocence revealed…

November 10th, 2005 by Mabel
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Children. Smart, sassy yet so naive and innocent, free from the trappings of adulthood and the real world.

I have never tried writing all children-like in my novels and this first attempt went rather well, better than I’d expected. I modelled Lilith’s kiddish thoughts based on my observations of my married cousins with really young ones.

Here’s an insight into the kind of childhood by MC led.

Many moons ago in the village of Elenarion…

A elf-child hurried home, nearly in tears after what had happened earlier at the Academy. Clutching her books and lifting up her robe, that was too long for this little elf of three feet, she stumbled towards the Great Hall of the House of Anywnelon. Finding her father busy in discussion with several high-ranking members of the House, she rushed ahead anyway, ignoring protocol. Her distress was of more importance than protocol, she felt. Father would understand, she thought to herself as she threw her books aside roughly, causing them to thump on the hard tiled floor. The sound echoed throughout the Hall and caused the discussion just up ahead her to stop mid-way. The members whispered amongst themselves as the child walked steadily past them, tears forming in her young grey-blue eyes. Sensing a storm ahead, the higher-ranking members hurriedly dismissed themselves, leaving the Elder to tend to his visibly upset and shaken daughter. The elf-child paused in front of the high chair and looked up.

“What’s a grangeol?” she asked innocently. The Elder was stunned. He had not heard of this word in a very long time, since the Great Battle between humans and elves, actually. He wondered how his daugther came to know of it and at her tender young age.

“Wherever did you hear of that word, child?” asked the Elder as he bent down from his chair to pick her up, placing her on his lap.

“At school.”

“At school???” repeated the Elder in shock.

“Yes. The other children said that I was a grangeol and that I shouldn’t come near them. They didn’t even want to let me join in the games.”

“Hm. Where were the teachers?” he asked, rather testily. Evidently, he did not like what he was hearing and felt that such labels should have been banned from elven language long ago. They were derogatory and to submit an innocent child to such language was simply outrageous and beyond the proper codes of elven conduct.

“They said it too.”

“WHAT?!?” roared the Elder. The elf-child began to cry, huge drops of wet glistening tears rolling down her flushed bronze cheeks. The Elder was at a loss as to what to do with her. Crying children were hardly his speciality and it broke his heart to see her like this. “Hush, Lilith…it’s alright. I’m not angry at you. Just at them. Hush…” comforted the Elder, as he held his daugther close to his chest, rocking her to and fro. A servant appeared at the door, seeking his audience but the Elder waved the elf away. The last thing he needed now was an interuption. He was determined to get to the bottom of this and yet, part of him never knew that it was going to be this difficult to raise the child. He sighed as Lilith continued crying but this time less violently than before.

The Elder sighed. He had taken the child in out of the kindness of his heart and because of how those grey-blue eyes had captivated him the first time he laid eyes on her. He thought his wife would disapprove but when she took the babe in her arms and lighted up, he knew that she would never let him return her to the Temple. Besides, after what had happened to the child’s mother, he doubt that it would have been good for the child. The scandal would have killed her, literally, before she could even walk. The Elder knew who to look for should that have happened. After all, the Doyen of Tyr’kyrliel made no secret of how he felt about the child. But what use would it be then? The child would have died and the Doyen could buy his way out of a punishment. At least, with him, Lilith had a fighting chance at building a new positive life. At least that was what he thought until today. Looking down, he saw that she had already calmed down, her cheeks stained wet with tears. Wiping them away with the sleeves of his robe, he smiled at her and gently enquired.

“Can you tell me who said this to you?” Lilith nodded, her grey-blue eyes starting to mist again. “No no…don’t cry. Just say a name,” reassured the Elder.

“It was…it was Garwin Falassion!” The Elder sat, quiet and in deep thought. The House of Hauycileon and his were tied to each other through marriage, not theirs or their siblings but of their children. Lilith was to be tied to Garwin and for this to happen meant that the boy was definitely not looking forward to the Lesseour. Garwin was many years older than Lilith and his father, Allaein had thought that the match would be good for both his son and Lilith; to help temper and mayhaps even pass on the boy’s growing pride to her own lack of a noble past. He sighed and forcibly smiled, just to pacify his daugther. She rambled on though as if having forgotten that barely moments ago, she had managed to wet the front of his robe and sleeves with buckets of tears.

“He and his friends…they called me grangeol when we were on a break. The teachers mentioned something about the goddesses Shaktisys and Utilyrael in class and just then, the break bell rung. So I went out to play. I saw some of the other females and I wanted to join in. Then Garwin came from behind and pushed me away, saying that I was a grangeol and that I shouldn’t even be near them. Otherwise I’d kill them.”

“What did you do?”

“I kicked him. In the leg. And then I ran away”, Lilith proudly announced. “To complain to the teachers. But they said that I was bad because I shouldn’t have kicked him. When I told them why I did it, they said that it was my fault too. I mean, I don’t understand. If it was a bad thing to say to someone, then why is it my fault that Garwin said it to me?” For a moment, the Elder was stumped. He never had any children of his own and therefore, at times, found himself incapable of dealing with Lilith’s innocent yet blindingly painful questions.

“Maybe because they don’t know what it means?” lied the Elder as he hugged his daughter. “Why not this? How about you stay at home and I get you…urm…Neila as your teacher?” Neila was one of the higher-ranking members of the House who frequently visited the Elder just to play with his daugther. She was an aged elf with no children of her own and Lilith brought some form of happiness in her once empty life. “I’m sure she’ll like it. Would you?”

“Oh yes!” beamed the elf-child as she hugged the Elder back strongly. “That way I don’t have to see that stupid little twerp of a boy!”

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