Childhood Memories (Ayron)

Another mini 1 AM fic while going through prompts what do you know?

Prompt: Childhood memory

Childhood for most was probably a rather dull, ordinary, if pleasant time in life. Being unable to sleep one night I lay awake thinking of my own rather peculiar childhood experiences and memories. The guards stand at attention upstairs by the entrance to my personal quarters and small study that has a makeshift laboratory, quietly milling about and probably bored. I debate getting up to ask them all about their own childhoods but decide against it in the end. It would be an odd question I suppose, especially so late at night, and while I sit and think I’m reminded that I’m not alone. Valan sleeps next to me, having been brought by one of the guards at the entrance to Tel Vos who found him close to being unconscious, and aside from a few brief moments of relative wakefulness he’s mostly slept for the past two days. A couple of pillows separate us, primarily because Valan tends to apparently roll around in his sleep, and partly for modesty. I obviously have no problems with men, however I would feel bad about the possibility of taking advantage of someone who is not interested in relationships with anyone and is in no position to voice any opinion due to being unconscious. I may be a Telvanni master wizard who is completely fine with the occasional murder and petty theft if deserved, but I still have morals. The whole ordeal makes me think back to how I ended up with such morals, and how I got to my current place in life- it all began with an unlikely visitor. Growing up in the middle of nowhere in Dres controlled territory means not much goes on aside from any local village gossip that I was too young for and farm work to ensure the village along with the larger community and the country on the whole had a steady source of agriculture and food supply. I for one, never was thrilled with it, not my kind of thing. Little Ayron was more interested in reading whatever books he could find that were able to be very slowly sounded out, or causing mischief with whatever rudimentary magic I had somehow picked up. One day I remember I had been outside playing with a rather basic sparks spell when an old man with a white beard and matching ponytail who was passing through noticed and stopped, coming over to me. Naturally I was filled with fear at this strange man coming over, and as a result kicked him in the shin before running off to my mother, yet another part of me found the man intriguing, fascinating even. I found out not long after the old man was Divayth Fyr, the wizard who would become both my master in charge of training, and a father figure of sorts. I’m sure Fyr and I remember that childhood memory differently, after all he was the one who got kicked by a nine year old when simply trying to say hello, but I digress. Fyr realized that if I had stayed in that tiny village I would have become a farmer most likely, and an unhappy one at that. As a result he made a proposal to my parents, he’d take me and raise me alongside Alfe, Beyte, Delte, and Uupse, as well as train me in the ways of the Telvanni. It took a bit of time for things to sink in, but the arrangement worked out well for everyone in the end, I still keep in some contact with my parents every now and then, and discovered people, places, and things I never would have thought existed on my various childhood adventures with Fyr. Childhood memories with a four thousand year old wizard, that’s not a tale one hears everyday, I think to myself with a smirk and rolling over. I wonder what Valan’s childhood was like as I look at the curled up body on the other side of the pillows who remains undisturbed. I’ll ask him in the morning, or whenever he wakes up. Fyr gave him some sort of potion recently, which I guess is the cause of his current state. Ah the memories of being ordered around the lab and to not break things and don’t touch that, less fond perhaps, but still formative- that’s a thought for another time though, I think to myself attempting to quiet my mind. For it is late and the sun rises early in the east, I should sleep while I can.