Set My Soul Aflame

The young Lord moves like an octopus on a bad acid trip due to his excessively long tail, limbs moving according to chaos theory rather than anything a behavioural scientist could explain. They say you can't bottle love but he thought they were all wrong wrong. His siblings were the proof of that theory. Have you seen hthem run with that bouncy stride of their? Have you seen how wide their smile was or how wide they reached for every hug? That was the reason his two sisters were love in a bottle; just seeing them makes the rest glad to be alive. Now Mordecai knew he was different from them, he knew from a young age he just did not know why or how or where he belonged but perhaps Father had some answers to his questions but how does one even ask. Or rather, how does one even explain that he does not...feel, he thought, the same way as his siblings seemed to. He felt empty on the inside, existence was just that existing and he found no passion or joy other than his family, of course. Every single emotion he displayed , he learnt to mimic it from his siblings and those around them. He would smile when they did, he would play when they did and became more or less a shadow to them that followed suit.



  Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
  The crownless again shall be king