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'Run'[break][break]
It was a word that Klaus heeded for a long time, never staying in a single place, never staying enough for people to know him. He mastered the art of keeping to the shadows long before he turned thirteen, ducking around The Hovel and getting everything he could to stay alive. The life of a child without a home would be enough to bring anyone to their knees but not Klaus, not when he has to keep running.[break][break]
A stolen loaf of bread, a missing bottle of milk that a family probably expected to see in the morning; these are the items that kept him going. He often dreamed of home; he often dreamed of the nights he spent chasing fireflies in the forest, the laughter and music and the sweet voice of his mother. He would give anything to hear her again. Yet the dreams always gave way to nightmares, to the night of blood and smoke and screams and tears. It was an ambush, they were told, but no one really moved to help. Eclipse Town seemed to be an urban legend for the people in Sundial and Klaus thought it a just description. The people in there were only good for merriment, but if trouble comes you'd be lucky if anyone rose to aid you.[break][break]
No one liked trouble, he knew, so he can't fault them as they watched his house burn, his mother within it. He can't fault them for turning their backs on him as he manifested his powers, some even thinking that he was the one who caused it. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't; the details were hazy and he couldn't remember anything anymore. All he knew was he ran, ran as fast as he can as they chased him out of the place he called home.[break][break]
'Run!'[break][break]
He ran, ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his ashen face to remind him of the destruction he escaped. He lived as a scavenger for eighteen years before she found him. She taught him what he needed to know to survive in this world and how to manage his powers well enough to aid him in his conquests. He grew up as sharp as a knife, yet as beautiful as a diamond. Easy to look at yet deadly, just like how his teacher was.[break][break]
And here he is now. [break][break]
It was a long time from his childhood to now but the scars of the past never healed completely. He wanted to know who set their house on fire that night, who he could blame for the life he was forced to lead. Everything came with a price, and for Klaus, the price would always be information. He could do with money from time to time, but vengeance is the poison that kept him alive. Silvertongue was just another platform for him to do what he pleased with something to fall back on. As long as it would not interfere with his personal vendetta, Klaus was happy enough to oblige.
EVERYTHING COMES WITH A PRICE
A songbird bathed in tar looks no different than any other crow...
'Run'[break][break]
It was a word that Klaus heeded for a long time, never staying in a single place, never staying enough for people to know him. He mastered the art of keeping to the shadows long before he turned thirteen, ducking around The Hovel and getting everything he could to stay alive. The life of a child without a home would be enough to bring anyone to their knees but not Klaus, not when he has to keep running.[break][break]
A stolen loaf of bread, a missing bottle of milk that a family probably expected to see in the morning; these are the items that kept him going. He often dreamed of home; he often dreamed of the nights he spent chasing fireflies in the forest, the laughter and music and the sweet voice of his mother. He would give anything to hear her again. Yet the dreams always gave way to nightmares, to the night of blood and smoke and screams and tears. It was an ambush, they were told, but no one really moved to help. Eclipse Town seemed to be an urban legend for the people in Sundial and Klaus thought it a just description. The people in there were only good for merriment, but if trouble comes you'd be lucky if anyone rose to aid you.[break][break]
No one liked trouble, he knew, so he can't fault them as they watched his house burn, his mother within it. He can't fault them for turning their backs on him as he manifested his powers, some even thinking that he was the one who caused it. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't; the details were hazy and he couldn't remember anything anymore. All he knew was he ran, ran as fast as he can as they chased him out of the place he called home.[break][break]
'Run!'[break][break]
He ran, ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his ashen face to remind him of the destruction he escaped. He lived as a scavenger for eighteen years before she found him. She taught him what he needed to know to survive in this world and how to manage his powers well enough to aid him in his conquests. He grew up as sharp as a knife, yet as beautiful as a diamond. Easy to look at yet deadly, just like how his teacher was.[break][break]
And here he is now. [break][break]
It was a long time from his childhood to now but the scars of the past never healed completely. He wanted to know who set their house on fire that night, who he could blame for the life he was forced to lead. Everything came with a price, and for Klaus, the price would always be information. He could do with money from time to time, but vengeance is the poison that kept him alive. Silvertongue was just another platform for him to do what he pleased with something to fall back on. As long as it would not interfere with his personal vendetta, Klaus was happy enough to oblige.
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