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A child, barely over a year old, wrapped in nothing more than a small blanket had been freezing in the bitter cold for over an hour. Until a hunter, kind eyes and warm hands found the poor thing and took him back to his village, Tegrith.
That child was taken in by the mayor and her husband who took care of him as their own and named him Scott.
Scott Boralith grew up in Tegrith not knowing of his past. But being the only child with blonde hair and lilac eyes made him the butt of the many jokes his peers made. But to Pyro Dagmeare, Scott’s foreign features were the coolest thing he’d ever seen, and the two boys quickly became the best of friends.
You would often find them near the lake during the summers swimming and splashing each other, while in winters, they stick to playing chess or cards in the Dagmeare family’s home.
They were opposites really, Pyro always ran warm and often talked and talked for hours without end, but his worst flaw was his constant and persistent migraines. They didn’t bother Scott, he loved helping his dear friend and provide some comfort with his cold hands.
Years passed like this, and the mountains ruthlessness shaped the two boys into adolescents that held the best skillsets among their peers, Pyro was the hunter strong and true with his strikes while Scott was the tracker that kept him grounded, he had the best sense of direction in the entire village.
But Scott knew he’d never be like Pyro, who was the eldest born son of his family, the heir to the folk flame. And Scott? He didn’t know his kin, his adoptive parents, though loved him, were almost never there. And in a village where your bloodline means everything, he was basically nothing.
‘Pyro? Pyro is that you?’ Scott pulled his furs tighter around himself with the hand that wasn’t holding the torch. ‘Scott. You should be asleep.’ Pyro turned and stared into those lilac eyes, not showing any emotion. ‘And what about you?’ Scott said as the wind picked up.
‘Just go home Scott. It’s too cold out, you’ll freeze’ Pyro turned continuing his path. The blonde didn’t want to admit it but the brunette was right. He was freezing. ‘Wait! Where are you going? It’s the dead of night, you’ll get lost!’ when Pyro didn’t answer Scott began to worry ‘Pyro please! What the hell are you doing!?’ ‘Pyro!’
And like that Pyro left. The letter he left spoke of feeling trapped in Tegrith, and that he was leaving to explore and find freedom. He promised he’d come back and that he was sorry.
Bullshit.