House Morent
Rathel Morent
After Edward Morent's first lover left both him and their son after finding a whore in his company, Edward was forced to assign a new mother to the boy for he had no heart to look after him. One of the maidens in his estate was ordered to take him in and care for him.
Ashamed of breaking his first lover's heart, he resorted to heavy alcoholism to help drown his pain. The memories of his short lasted relationship would soon be mocked by the continued presence of the whore, who soothed Edward from his pain.
The continuation of of his actions would result in the birth of Edward's second son, Rathel. Having the whore to be his mother, Edward drunk in many emotions would feel so much shame of his actions that he takes the newborn away from the mother. Leaving the bedded woman screaming alone in the night, wondering where her child and lover are.
Just like Alekith, Rathel was assigned to a new mother in the estate. There, he grew up without the teachings of his father. Instead, to fill that role was his older Brother. Once they were of age to speak and stand, Alekith insisted on looking after his now many siblings.
Rathel began to develop a close connection with Alekith throughout the years. At first, he was just being taken care of by him. But as the years passed, he started to help Alekith with taking care of the others.
Rathel grew up to be someone who can take care of himself for the most part, which benefited Alekith a lot as more and more responsibility was given to him. The 'mothers' they grew up with could've done the job just fine on their own, but Alekith was persistent to mentoring his siblings.
His father was a sight rare to find in his house. Rathel found him talking to the mothers more than his children. As a matter of fact, he would never talk to his children. He would only stare at them from time to time before leaving the estate.
Over time, Rathel knew that his real mother wasn't among those who claimed to be. Being so young, he didn't understand how this affected him or why this was happening. He just knew he wasn't connected fully to those who called themselves family.
Confused by all this, he would clear his young mind by looking at his older brother. His brother was relentless on helping others, constantly working everyday. More siblings join their ranks as another year pass by.
His developing mind would find Alekith symbolic, something wants to become. Rathel's youngest memories were of Alekith helping him. He felt close and safe with him, and asked if he could assist Alekith with his work.
The two would become father like figures to the rest of the siblings as they grew up. Alekith and Rathel mentored and looked after the young until they were able to take care of themselves.
The day that Rathel turned a decade old was a milestone in his books. Growing up in the Estate, him and his siblings were isolated from the rest of the world. Still young enough to not be negatively affected by this, they were now old enough to be changed by the fact they lived in their own world.
During his breaks from chores and watching over those who can't look after themselves yet, Rathel would find interests in a few hobbies. During the long weeks of his father's absence, he would sneak into rooms he or any child are not allowed into. There, he would find something more interesting than learning to read in the small library they had.
When a person mentions the word armory, they think of suits or armor, weapons hanging from racks, and many more warfare like traits. But by judging from the one sword in the room, surrounded by empty racks that hold only the air, Rathel could tell his father was no mighty hero.
Even at a young age, he was able to understand that the armory that is in the basement of the estate was designed to display many weapons and armor. But the vacant room with built up dust only held one sword.
This blade was no legendary weapon. It wasn't made of gold, silver or of god's essence. This blade was thin yet long. It held no radiance, but it's presence in the empty room made it glitter from it's rusty appearance.
Even with the brass handle and the thin long blade of the sword, Rathel at the age of ten had difficulty picking it up. But thanks to it's sleek design, it wasn't as heavy as an average sword. After waving it around in the air a few times, the blade slipped from his grasp and fell.
Looking at the fallen blade, several new questions entered his head. He began to think what kind of man his father was, the kind of adventures the blade and the man shared. These questions would linger in his head as he turns his body away from the blade and back to the door. Perhaps when he grows taller, he could carry the blade.
But then, every thought of his future would change that night.
Waking up from coughing, Rathel found himself consumed in smoke. Scared and confused, he rushed out of his room to find the rest of the estate up in flames. Among the flames, he found his brother and inspiration running in them. He wasn't caught by the fire, but his motives and intentions we're clear. Save everyone.
Rathel quickly joined his brother in an attempt to save his family. Running through the halls of the estate, his ears we're pierced by screams. The contents of every door he opened differed between the fire and it's tickling sound or the fire and the screeching of the unlucky.
The memories he had for that dreaded night we're suppressed in the furthest corner of his mind. His shelter of what he called home, the family he called siblings, the sword he called future, gone.
The cold wind blows through the air as Rathel is accompanied with the survivors of the fire. The eldest brother Alekith, the only sister Resaya, and a younger brother who was the biggest victim of the crime.
The four siblings each shared scars and injuries of that night. Though their physicals injuries differ, and none match to the youngest brother's burning, they all shared the same mental scarring and guilt. The guilt of being the only survivors.
As the company wandered, unsure of where the path they walk on leads, Rathel was changing just like those he walk with. He watched what ever inspiration he found inside his brother die out that night as Alekith's body walks as if without soul.
It was among this road that the event's he faced helped shape the mold of his future. The realization that he cannot look up to Alekith for guidance; the kidnapping, use, and murder of their sister; learning to survive by hunting and seeking shelter each night and day.
After three long months of wandering lands unknown, the three remaining brothers cross into the border of Rohan and find civilization. There, they would find a man willing to take them in.
Rathel's memories before the fire merged into one quick moment. One of the few details he can clearly remember from that time was the sword in the armory.
