House Brightbane
Motto-
As the light dies, we play
sicut lumen moritur, nos ludere
The boy stood transfixed, his eyes unwavering, the moment had arrived, his name day. He had always hoped to pick a name more suited to him than the one the orphanage had given him, Eustuce Brackwater. Disgusting. What those old crones were thinking was beyond him. he had lived with the humiliation and torture from those around him for years. But maybe that was their plan, the name had made him strong and resilient. The words of others meant very little to him these past few years, how little he cared for the opinion of fools.
"EUSTUS BRACKWATER!!!!!!!," the aged woman cracked her voice like a whip in the air, many of the younger children flinched and a few of the older ones chuckled at his name. He took a deep breath and strode forward. not the arrogant and fool hearty swagger of the young but also not the trepid and demur walk of the younger children, He strode with purpose his violet eyes sharp and focused. Everything in the room had gained a sharp quality to it, he could see everything. The hidden laughter, the uncertain looks, the nervousness. He dismissed all of these, irrelevant things.
"Yes headmistress," he said his voice filled with conviction and iron.
"Give me your new name boy, be quick," her voice again like a whip, and again he did not flinch. The old woman shot him a sly grin for she could see what others could not in his eyes. Resolve.
"My name henceforth shall be Jeager Brightbane," the boy announced with a voice that could wound any man who dared question his choice. Some of the other children in the back began to chuckle
"Are you sure? That is quite a strong name you chose, perhaps you would like to ... reconsider...?," the voice of the other caretaker drifted off into the room as his violet eyes burned unrestrained hatred at her , her already pallid skin paled even further. She almost tripped over a chair in the large room as she back stepped.
The room had gone quiet as a grave. The silence lingered on as his hate continued to burn. A loud cackling from the Headmistress broke the Stillness.
"Boy, no... Jeager go now from this place, there is nothing more for you here. It seems that your old name has served its purpose and made you strong, but perhaps a bit to bitter," She cackled as she spoke, "Now go, off with you boy, take your things and leave, you have already wasted to much of my time, go."
With that it was time to leave, he turned away from the woman who had helped raise him and he walked away. His things were already placed next to the exit earlier that morning. He strode from the orphanage and began his long march towards the center of Blackheart, for it would be there that his tale would truly begin. There in the shadows of Darkhold and in the streets of the capital. He would carve the tale of house Brightbane, and he would show the world what he was capable of.
