Vollmond

Vollmond = Full Moon = German
Son to high King Badar and Queen of the dusk; Watcher of the moons


He exists on the brink ofsomething loveless, was raised watching his mother and father with
narrowed eyes, knows to trust nothing and to cast aspersions on even the barest whisper of affection.
They know how to love, of course. He was brought up with just as much tenderness and care as any
other princely child. But they do not know how to love one another, do not know how to love
anything as much as they love their own selfish wants and desires, and so it only makes sense, that he
should be shaped into something as suspicious as this. Watching, always watching. Passing silent
judgment on each and every thing that occurs before his icy, imperious gaze.

It is only natural, really, that a king and queen can only raise the kind of prince that resents them so
deeply and yet so unwillingly that he lacks the words to express it. Because he loves them, he does, and
he knows that in their own way, they do love one another. But it is difficult,for a wide-eyed child, to
understand how these two individuals who dance so delicately around each other can call it anything
even approaching affection. He is just as embittered towards himself as he is towards his parents,
because he knows that none ofthis is theirfault, that he could have grown to be a thousand other
things but became this instead. There is no one to blame for the fact that he flinches away from even
the slightest trace of another’s warm touch, but he is bitter all the same.


When it comes time for him to become something, really become something, crystallize the ways in
which he willfinally contribute something to this clan, it surprises no one when the title of watcher is
bestowed upon him. He bows his head and accepts it willingly. When he lifts his eyes again his stare
pierces the crowd, and there is a shift, a ripple that runs through those gathered before him. They
know now, just as he does, that it has become his role to watch over them forever, to become the
sentinel that these worshippers ofthe moon were always meant to have. Does it scare them? Should
it?


In his own small way, he tries to open his heart to them in ways his mother and father never could.
Tries to watch over them with the kind of compassion that can never be overestimated, but is always
needed, when ruling over any kind of clan. It is more difficult than any might ever know,for him to
defy his nature, to abandon all his reservations by the wayside and attempt to care for them in spite of
all ofthis. But he finds love, of a sort, in his own way, and when his children are born he thinks that he
was not born for this, was never meant to fill this role, butfor once his heart speaks before his
troublesome mind, and he tells this precious next generation that he is proud to be theirfather.