Fic: I'm Not (PRMF)
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Title: I'm Not
Author: Estirose
Rating: 5+
Spoilers: "Heir Apparent" part 2
Summary: Someone is in denial.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to BVE and VRP.
I'm Not
by Estirose
c 2006
I still can't believe it. I don't want to believe it.
For years, I've been Nick. Just Nick. Plain Nick. Sure, sometimes I wondered who my parents were, my real parents, but it was never that important to me in the end. Even the dreams that every adoptee had, I had, but I knew I was never going to meet the parents who brought me into this world.
That changed today, though I really didn't think it would ever imagine it would be this way. My mom, a powerful sorceress? My father, a powerful warrior for good? I mean, some kids thought their parents were supernatural, and mine turn out to be.
I watch Udonna - *Mom*, I remind myself - as she walks out of the room. The blush has returned to her cheeks, the hope to her eyes, now that she knows what happened to me and my father. Sort of.
But with that comes a denial that I can't dispel. Suddenly, she's trying to turn Rootcore into the home it should have been, as if my father is just out visiting the King of the Elves or something and will return home later this evening, and I'm Bowen, the child she never lost.
But I'm not Bowen. I've only been in this world a few months, not counting my time here as a baby. I can't be Bowen. I can't be Udonna's lost son. Being separated from this world, no matter how its magic has accepted me back, makes me feel like a stranger in a home that I should know.
I'm hoping someday she'll come out of her delusion. Remember who I am. Remember that even though her son came back to her, he wasn't always here. Sweeping the floor like a good son.
It doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon.
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Author: Estirose
Rating: 5+
Spoilers: "Heir Apparent" part 2
Summary: Someone is in denial.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to BVE and VRP.
I'm Not
by Estirose
c 2006
I still can't believe it. I don't want to believe it.
For years, I've been Nick. Just Nick. Plain Nick. Sure, sometimes I wondered who my parents were, my real parents, but it was never that important to me in the end. Even the dreams that every adoptee had, I had, but I knew I was never going to meet the parents who brought me into this world.
That changed today, though I really didn't think it would ever imagine it would be this way. My mom, a powerful sorceress? My father, a powerful warrior for good? I mean, some kids thought their parents were supernatural, and mine turn out to be.
I watch Udonna - *Mom*, I remind myself - as she walks out of the room. The blush has returned to her cheeks, the hope to her eyes, now that she knows what happened to me and my father. Sort of.
But with that comes a denial that I can't dispel. Suddenly, she's trying to turn Rootcore into the home it should have been, as if my father is just out visiting the King of the Elves or something and will return home later this evening, and I'm Bowen, the child she never lost.
But I'm not Bowen. I've only been in this world a few months, not counting my time here as a baby. I can't be Bowen. I can't be Udonna's lost son. Being separated from this world, no matter how its magic has accepted me back, makes me feel like a stranger in a home that I should know.
I'm hoping someday she'll come out of her delusion. Remember who I am. Remember that even though her son came back to her, he wasn't always here. Sweeping the floor like a good son.
It doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon.
-end
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Date: 2006-09-03 01:38 pm (UTC)