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When the name of his seed took root in his mothers womb, he was shunned, put on trial and then declared guilty. His verdict: to be sentenced to life.
When he took his first breath he was abandoned and taken to serve his punishment in the Red kingdom . He was to be punished by people who held on to their false pride and hid their crimes and mistakes behind the facade of honor.
No, these people, these kings and queens, they weren't what they appeared to be.
Among these conniving , manipulative and power-hungry but well respected family an innocent child was shunned and cut down. Mocked and humiliated.
He was blind and deaf to those surrounding him.
Surely, it must have been the little boys fault. His misdeeds and his crimes so great to be treaded so cruelly. Surely. He must have deserved to hear such poisonous words and receive such vile treatment.
His crime: he was the illitgiment off spring of a spineless man.
His crime: to be born into a bloodline of wolves.
His crime: for being different.
As the years went by, this boy was declared: half man, half woman. Declared and raised as one, by the those around him. By those around him...
His true identity hides.
It hides in this very illusion of a incomplete
man.
After all when has sociality ever taken the likes of his "kind" seriously, looked at with importance or with fear. Was this why he was turned into this half woman. To keep the throne afar, far from his reach because sociality would never expect or accept power from such a man.
Could this misfortune now be the perfect disguise for the perfect revenge?
He wanders the walls of Red Kingdom like a ghost. His footprints vanish, his voice echoless. He doesn't hid in the shadows, no his invisible in daylight.
His seen the facade, his seen the closet filled of mask they don. His heard their secrets. Collected them and keeps them hidden.
His eyes. Look into his eyes.
If one were to only take their time and see him. Really see him. Look pass the innocence of his face, his soft spoken words and trimmed persona. They would find something sinister luking in his eyes. They would see something shrewd swirling within him.
This boy, he has secrets of his own. A dungeon full of them where he locks himself. He knows the Red walls too well. He knows, to always keep appearance or they will be no tomorrow. For now he'll do all his talking to his reflection.
They say there was once a light in this red mansion. He shinned so bright even the sun would turn blind. Even though this light tried to shine his rays on this boy his rays never reached.
You see, he wasn't able to create a bond. The bond of love and compassion. The bond of understanding and friendship.
This light was barely around. He was a free sprit flying high in his skies.
He was a shackled boy who only grew to resent this light. A constant reminder of his unjust. A constant reminder of what should have been his, of what he could never have.
There is an ocean of pain inside him. A depth that can't be touch.
The depth of loneliness filled with anguish and agony accompanied with rage. Tears that don't dry. Wounds that keep getting cut deeper and deeper never turning into scars. Never healing.
His been stepped on, spat at, lashed at. And yet here he still is.
Who is he? The mysterious son of a equally mysterious mother.
Will he be the villain or anti-hero? Or prove to be both?
Will he be a ally? Or a ally made of facade?
He is the afflicted who one day will become the afflicter. The dark horse no one saw rising. The nightcrawler no one heard whispering their reckoning.
He is the silent storm the Red family have breed with anger and unwarranted hate. He is the lightning storm they have created by their ruthless prejudice.
The pain they leashed on him isn't a mistake but a crime. A crime that will have no trials, no verdicts, just punishment.
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This is my first post here. I've just started watching the show. I won't go into saying how amazing this show is. Which is damn brilliant. Its pretty obvious I'm rooting for Narottam. I love the way his character is shaped. His got so much hurt and darkness in him. His creepy and mysterious. His my kind of character. I had to force myself to stop with all the collages. I'm sorry for the overdose.
Shiv Shakti
