ASHBY, kyran tiberius

[KYRAN TIBERIUS ASHBY]

- - - - - - bury all your secrets in my skin - - - - - -
COME AWAY WITH INNOCENCE
- - - - - - and leave me with my sins - - - - - -

ashby, kyran tiberius



mischievous , self centered , prideful , broken , untrusting
siren/vampire , one hundred thirty nine , male , theif , reena

- - - - - the air around me still feels like a cage - - - - -
AND LOVE IS JUST A CAMOUFLAGE
- - - - - - for what resembles rage again - - - - - -

There was a time, before I left home, that I thought I knew who I was. Now, when you ask me that, I’m not really sure what to say. Well, I guess we could start at the beginning and let you figure it out for yourself.

My mother, Leonessa, was a siren. My father Kyllian was a vampire. Turns out that vampires resist sirens a little bit better than humans, but not by much. Anyways, he was drawn to the beach by her song and her beauty, as most men are. Being a vampire, he managed to leave again, but it wasn't long after he left that my mother discovered that she was pregnant. Most sirens are born female, so everyone was surprised to find that I was a boy, but at the same time overjoyed.

My childhood years were spent with my mother’s clan. We weren’t a huge group of sirens, medium sized at best. We lived on and around an island that we called Etna, and the adult sirens would use it to draw in unsuspecting sailors. The children stayed beneath the water, keeping to the shelter of the underwater caves that were abundant in the bay. The first sixty years of my life were good to me, the clan loved me like their own, and never mentioned that there was anything different about me.

I remember the first time that I walked on land, when I was around fifty or so. A bunch of the older children were testing the limits and slipped up onto shore one night. It was amazing to see the plant life on the island up close and feel the wind, so like an ocean current but at the same time completely different. I loved it, and I couldn’t wait until the day that the clan trained us to hunt, so I could spend more time on the land.

When we reached a hundred, the clan began training us to sing and lure sailors in to the island. At first, I didn’t notice, but it became obvious all too quickly that not only could I not carry a tune in a bucket, but that I also had no powers. I didn’t understand why until I broke down to my mother about how I was never going to get to go onto land because I would never be able to hunt.

There was disappointment in her voice when she told me the truth. The reason I had not powers was because I wasn’t really a siren. My father had been a vampire, she told me, and he had escaped the island alive before I was born. I had never felt so lost and betrayed as I did right then. My mother, my mother and my clan had been lying to me my whole life. I didn’t know who I was anymore.

I left. I ran away from home. I had no plans of what I was going to do or where I was going. I just swam until I was worn out, rested and then swam on until I came to land. Used to the safety of Etna, I raced onto shore and quickly discovered what a bad idea that was. I had no possessions of my own, and no real idea of what life was like anywhere but the clan. I was in the middle of nowhere somewhere along the shores of Runa. Since I couldn’t make it up the cliffs, I started walking, hoping to find a way around.

At the end of the day, bright red with sunburn and not really knowing what to do with myself now that the sun was down, I stopped walking. I just sat down and stared out at the wide open ocean. Somewhere out there was Etna, and my family. But there was no way I could go back now. Not after what they had done to me. I swore that I would never go back to the ocean again. There was nothing there that I needed.

It felt like more than a month before I saw anything different than that long stretch of beach. Then one night I woke up to someone kicking me in the side. I jerked awake and looked into the eyes of a man standing over me. His name was Markus and though he was a thief looking for travelers, he was amused by the young man sleeping on the beach with nothing to his name except the skin on his back.
Markus took me in to some extent. He gave me clothes anyways, and took me back to Amaryliss with him. I’m not sure if he kept me for my novelty or if he actually wanted some kind of an apprentice, but he taught me how to pickpocket, and talk my way out of any situation. We never talked about where I came from or why he had found me on the beach, though he did tell that story quite often.

After five or six years, Markus left. He just disappeared one night from the little shack he shared with me. I waited a week or more, and he just, never came back. I don’t know if he got caught or had to run away or if he just got bored with me. Either way, I had been betrayed again. At least he had never said he would stay.

The next twenty years I spent in Amaryliss just getting by. I became a good thief, and I moved from the shack into a little house. I worked up a reputation, and people knew that I could get them things. I was faster than the humans, and could see well in the dark. But slowly it got boring. I started breaking in more to cause a disturbance than to actually take anything. I developed a rather cruel sense of humor, taking people’s house pets and putting them on the roof, convincing them that their neighbors had it out for them. Whatever I could think of.

But I could only push it so far before someone caught on. The city guard caught on to me, and set a bounty on my pretty blond head. At first, that didn’t bother me. Then, Justyn showed up at the foot of my bed. I can’t remember anyone scaring me that much. I was far less naive than when Markus found me on the beach, and nothing had scared me as a child. Justyn was well over six feet tall and built like a tree. He had dark hair and eyes that reminded me of a snake. He told me I had two choices. I could get turned in for the bounty on my head, or I could leave town with him.

It was a fishy deal to be certain, but I wasn’t about to question him. So I left town with Justyn and his band of gypsies. We called ourselves gypsies or at least the women did. No one wanted to admit that we were bandits. Darn good bandits to be sure, but bandits none the less. We hit the big things, caravans, and nobility, military. Only people who could defend themselves, no unarmed farmers or anyone like that. Bandits with a sense of decency, that was Justyn’s band. It almost felt like another clan, but it was a long time before I let my guard down. I pulled little pranks here and there, and after five years I finally started to make friends and feel like a belonged again.

My closest friend was a human girl named Alis. She trusted me completely, and I think that I fell in love with her. She was only nineteen when things started between us, and eventually we got married right there around the campfire. We stayed with the group for years, and it was a charmed life. Everything was good and I had a family again. I told her everything, except where I came from. She just assumed that what I told her about Amaryliss had been my whole life, and neither I nor Justyn told her any different.

After fifteen years though, she had to notice. I hadn’t aged a day, and she was thirty four now. She asked me about it, and I came clean to her about everything. For days she slept in another wagon, and didn’t talk to me. Everyone in the band wondered what was going on between us. Old Justyn didn’t say anything, even when people asked him. He would just shrug and smoke his pipe contemplatively.

Eventually Alis came back. She told me that she didn’t know how this was going to work. She didn’t know how I could watch her grow old and die, and more than anything she wondered how I could have kept so much from her. I was ashamed and didn’t know what to say. I hate to admit it, but I left. I didn’t know what else to do. I had done to Alis exactly what my mother had done to me.

I took my things and left the band. I almost went to Justyn to tell him why, but I couldn’t bring myself to knock on his door, let alone tell him. So I just disappeared. I took to the wide world again, hoping to find a new place for myself. I found a new home in Corinthes, and am not sure just yet what I am doing with my life. Sometimes I still want to go back, but I know that is behind me now, just like every other part of my life. I can start new here, by the ocean where everything started.

- - - - - - so if you love me let me go - - - - - -
AND RUN AWAY BEFORE I KNOW
- - - - - - my heart is just too dark to care - - - - - -

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