#ludius backstory? haha it's more likely than you might think

[meekmedea]

re: write fair folk!!

Sure!!

Warning: Angst ahead 😈 ~~~~~

“You fool! That’s just a story. Not reality. You think shedding some blood will bring him back?”

Cheek stinging, Ludius stared back, defiant. Yes. So then I’ll have at least one parent that loves me. He watched as the blood dripped from his mother’s ring to the carpet. 

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“Bring him to his room.”

One way or another, he’d find a way to sneak out. 

“And lock his door. I won’t have my son sneaking out to a graveyard.”

What? Before he could shout, the servants were already dragging him away. 

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“No! Let me go!”

But no matter how Ludius shouts, kicks or cries, a seven year old is no match against any adult and he’s dragged and locked away into his bedroom. 

“Mother, please!” He pounds on the door, jiggles the handle, but the heavy oak doesn’t give. 

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It was nearly midnight. 

“I’ll do anything, just let me see him!"

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Ten minutes left. 

“Mama! Please!”

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But no amount of threats or pleas will soften his mother’s stone heart. 

And when the clock strikes 12, Ludius lets out a wail. Eight days have passed, and no amount of blood spilled at his father’s grave will ever bring him back.