Praying never did anyone any good. I think of it as a sort of call, that will never be answered and it will keep ringing forever until the day comes in which you die.

Even though my eyes are blind to sight, my heart tells me where I should go.
Even though it does not really, I can still think that it does because there is no way that my mind can handle all that has happened to me.

I wish I could see the snow, but I can't I wish I had someone to hug, but I don't. But if there were someone, I would hug them, but all my someone's are dead, I remember being able to see, what the streets were like how snow looked.

I can tell by my surroundings people are afraid of me because my dulled blue eyes, my ghostly white skin as I hear some people say, people think I'm deaf and blind because I don't talk much. I've been on the streets for as long as I can remember, without a name, a face, a heart. Truth is I do have all of those things.

Leaning over this peer rail, I hear the ocean, I would love to see it, but alas. I am blind I'm Avalanies. Incase you wanted to know, my hair is brown, the last time I checked, but then again I was 7, I had looked into a mirror of an antique shop as I was passing by, and the owner had yelled at me. Told me to buy something or leave.

I saw my own face, and ran away. I've never ran away from anything really, I've never been scared just hurt, and really sad. My life is a mystery; I don't know where I get my clothing, food that I rarely eat. My hearing is astounding, it's how I live, and I breathe, without it. I would be dead.

I remember something, while listening to the ocean, a memory. Something I don't want to remember, because I could still see.

***

Playing on the peer, a friend of mine simply named, K ran towards a broken part of railing, only cliff and water befell him, I remember screaming for him to stop running, he was sixteen, I was seven. "K!!" sad eyes watched as he dashed towards the edge of the cliff. "K!" a hand of his that was soft and pale, reached out towards the waves.

And I never saw him again. I cried it was a tragedy for about a week in the city I heard it when I was passed by stores, and I ran quickly away. I guess you could call that running away from something, it began as a simple game of tag.

***

Thus, I stand here today, remembering his death and wondering if he will ever come along again, a voice looms close to me. "I say their lad." I look over in the voices direction, "What are you doin' out here in the cold on a night such as this?"
I blinked at him soundlessly and said, "its night?"

"Ay lad, its ten o clock!" I pretended to look at a watch, "whatre ye, blind?" I nodded and put my head back down to the ocean. "Dontchu have anywhere to be gettin' to?" I could tell this was a hardy old man. "No sir."

"You mean to tell Me." a soft taping of his finger on my shoulder, "Ye be livin' out here in the cold and you’re as blind as a dumb bat in the sunlight?" I nodded again this time with a smile. "Well, I know for sure that the Mrs. wouldn’t be havin' that! What’s your name son?" I looked at him with a straight face.

"Simon Mortemor." Then I felt my shoulder rock back and forth as he pretended to shake hands with my shoulder, "SIMON MORTEMOR!" he practically yelled, "Sir, I suggest if it's so late you not yell... so you wont wake the residentials." He gave a hardy good laugh.

"No worries son! Your at the peer nobody be carin' if theirs noise out here." I felt a warm calmness around the old man, "Why dontcha come home with me and I'll have the Mrs. Fix you something to eat?" I began to refuse when I was suddenly thrusted forward and grabbed around by the neck. I thought it was an assassination attempt by the time I was standing up straight.

The ruler at the time was Sir. Anthony the second, I know I should be calling him King Anthony, but I don't see the meaning in calling someone who doesn’t properly address duties and prioritize things correctly, Kingly.

We walked away from the peer, the place where I spent my days, "C'mon son have a sing with me." If I didn't know any better. I would say this old man was a retired pirate. "I'm afraid I don't know any songs sir." I smiled and he began to sing with or with out me.

"OH!!!! AVALON!" he sung loud and proud as we came upon a town, on my eyes I could feel artificial light. And I closed them. "Beautiful town.." he paused. "Something the matter Sir?" I questioned. "I forgot the words." I laughed and apologized for it. We came upon the house as I guessed when the man wailed and drew his heavy brick arm from my neck.

"HOME SWEET HOME" I smiled and wished I had a place to call home sweet home.

“MRS!”  He said mouth open wide so the sound would echo through out the whole entire home.

Which I second guessed to be rather large, “Yes, Gregory?” A loud thumping I could hear moving across the wood floors, I imagine this indicated the old man moving forward, or Gregory as he was called. “C’mere Mrs.” A slight “oof” sound was heard I opened my eyes and I was noticed.

“Whose your friend there Gregory?” “AH YES” he remembered my presence, “This here be Simon Mortemor!” I bowed and paid my respects, “Nice to meet you ma’am.” I could tell her face swam with delight; these people either had a hard life or just plane normal. “Simon Mortemor?” a questioning sound in her voice her hands were on my face. “What be wrong with your eyes?” I smiled at her. Knowing the truth would scare her.

“I’m blind ma’am.” The old man seemed to be still, I imagine him with his arms across his chest, “He said he be livin’ out in the cold on the peer!” The old lady gave a gasp. “No?” nodding continued, “All by your lonesome?” she asked me looking into my eyes. I could barely see. Everything was so blurred, things looked like shadows. “That’s the whole truth ma’am.”

I paused, “I had a friend, but he died on the peer.” I Hung my head and the old lady wrapped her arms around me in a hug. “Come into the kitchen lad, and I’ll fix ye something to eat.”

These people were different their dialects were strange. From a place on the earth that I have never heard of.

“Oh.” She said. Remembering the incident, “That K lad?” I nodded and wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, I hated thinking about him, and how a simple game of tag could end in such tragedy?

She patted my cheek and led me into the kitchen as if I could not find my own way- I may be blind, but I have senses! She pulled out a chair and sat me in it. “I’ll make ye some nice warm soup.” I could tell that she was happy to do so. “So, Mr. Mortemor, where ye be from?” I smiled and hunched forward a bit. “I could ask you two the same question.”

“Ay, fair enough.” I couldn’t tell her expression, “We come here from overseas.” I knew it, over sea people, not from around here because nobody here talks with ye’s and ay’s and such things like that. “Well,” I said trying to think of something to say. “As far as I know, I’m from this very city.” She gave a heavy sigh. “Ye not be related to Mortemor are ye?”

Her voice was conversational, and scared both at the same time. “Mortemor?” I mimicked her tone I would lye here. “The Great black Knight Mortemor.” She said and looked at me, or maybe she had been looking at me the whole time. “The one to slay a thousand men some say for no reason at tall?” I shook my head, tell me about this Mortemor.”  I smiled to lighten the mood.

She put the bowl of soup down in front of me, “Certainly ye can find your own mouth hmn?” all I could say to that, was laugh. “Yes ma’am.” I smiled through the whole beginning of the story, “He slain village, after village,” she sighed, “Men, Children, and Women. Even there cattle and burnt there home’s down. He was a rather normal lad, before his son was stolen.” I blinked at her. “Stolen?”

“Ay,” she reassured me with a sound that meant yes, and she continued. Slowly, as if taking in the information for the first time. “His son was stolen by the enemies, and he sent every working person he could find, and offered a hefty sum to anyone who brought him back.” I stopped eating in some point during this part of the story.

The food was excellent, but the story was better. “Who would steel someone’s son?” I asked I seemed to be angered by the fact humans would go anything length to get whatever they wanted, “His son held great power, power of the God almighty, and the Devil.” I blinked in surprise, “Good and Evil?” I wanted in on this, and in I would be. “Ay, the enemies across the land, where me and Gregory came from, were attacked ruthlessly, and thus. We escaped here.”

“So, where is Mortemor now?” I asked and continued eating the soup before it would go cold, and I ate rather fast, “Well Simon,” she looked at me, as I seemed to be eating rather rudely, suddenly I remembered my stomachs appetite. “He’s locked himself away in his castle, catty corner to King Anthony’s Castle. You can tell the difference between the two, one be old, and one be new.” She patted my head and I had finished the soup and thanked her for it.

Giving it as many compliments as I could without being annoying. “You should get some sleep son,” Gregory said, he came in and with a thump he was leaning against the doorway. “Oh,” I said and stood, “I should be going, thank you very much.” I bowed again and was laughed at by the two of them. “Ay! You be sleepin’ here tonight.” I blinked and turned on my heel.

“Pardon me Sir?” My expression was that of true confusion again they laughed, good people.

“You’ll be stayin’ here from now on.” Gregory insisted and again that pat on the shoulder that was so ruff. “But,” this was strange, living on your own for as long as you could remember and then suddenly having a home. Was well, odd! “No buts lad! I’ll be showin’ ye to your room for tonight.” Again my neck was assaulted by the older man’s arm.

I could hear his wife laugh, “Gregory, don’t choke the poor lad!” he coughed, “Right, right” we entered a pint sized room, I could feel the walls closing in on me, the window by the bed was open, a gust blew in from the outside. “Wouldn’t want to be catchin’ a cold now would ye?”

I laughed covering my mouth, “Sir, I think I’m immune to colds from the outside, what I think I will get a cold from is a nice bed and warm sheets.” We both laughed together.

Lying in bed that night, I got a crazy idea, what if I was Lord Mortemor’s son? I mean, that can’t be a common last name, can it? I’ve never heard it anywhere. I think it must have been around five am. When I decided to get up and take a shot at being Mortemor’s son. I grabbed parchment and a feathered pen, and began to write a letter to the Mr. And Mrs. That decided they wanted to take me in.

A/N – If I could make this letter diagonal, I would.

            Dear Gregory, and Wife.

This may seem a little surprising

, But I have an idea and am going to pursue my thoughts, I’m sorry if this letter is hard to read, because I can not see

Where the lines are

 Going, thank you for your hospitality, if all fails, I will come back and work for you.

And I signed my name, SIMON MORTEMOR

K had taught me how to write a while back, he said, “If the paper is straight, your lines will be!”

I wondered as I put my clothes back on and got out of the clothing they had lent me to sleep in,

How distorted my letters were, straight my lines may be but for my letters that was a different story. It was very hard to even see blotches because it was dark. In any case, out the window I went.

And wondered the streets in confusion and hate because I could not see; I hated the man who took my vision. I hated myself. Then suddenly, I began to remember something, myself as a child younger than seven in a massive darkened room with few light fixtures, playing with something random I couldn’t quite remember.

**

Struck in the head from behind I yelled leaned for ward and turned around, I suppose the large man expected me to be knocked out from the blow of the frying pan, but I was not. “WHO ARE YOU?” I screamed and jumped away back towards the wall, the shadowed man who I cannot make out. Came closer to me,  “None of your business little boy.”

 He smirked and I screamed, “FATHER” fingers into my eyes. Nails digging into them and I could do nothing anymore, I was Stunned from the pain of Nails in my pupils. I was immobilized,

I felt a wet substance run down my face as I screamed; my mouth was forced closed so I wouldn’t make any more noise.

I heard a running footsteps coming down the hallway, “Father.” I whispered in my mind. “Why is it that you didn’t come to save me?” I was crying, and it hurt to cry. The door flung open and hit the wall and the man grabbed me by the waist. “STOP IN THE NAME OF THE KING!”

It was Jerus, “Tell your “KING” that this is our vengeance! He shall never see his son again!” and we fell, away from my room, away from everything I had known, I fell into something hard shaking myself from the memory, “no.” I whispered and covered my eyes. The mind plays tricks and does strange things to humans. And I hated it for all it was worth; “ no” I said it at least three more times.

I walked all night, going only North. When warm sunlight befell my face I wanted to die, a solid body stopped me, “Excuse me.” I said, and then the unfamiliar voice said, “Indeed.” I scowled at the man and he struck me in the face for doing so, I fell to the ground, “Are you aware of the fact that you are the only man here without a home?” I could feel his glare.

I stood from my fallen position, and whipped my face from where he had recently spit on me. “Who are you, dirty fowl mouthed homeless whore,” my what a mouth full, a sudden thought came to me, and I bowed to him deeply, “Simon Mortemor.” Gasp’s heard around me from all who were listening, “Do not lie” I was shoved, “And you must be the insolent King Anthony,” I smiled.

Pretending to be evil wasn’t my cup of tea, but if it would get me out of this position. I’ll go for it.

“The same King Anthony who really isn’t King at all because Lord Mortemor, still exists and has an heir am I correct?” I grinned like a mad man, hopping my knowledge would let me slip away from this incident.

I was grabbed by the old collar of my shirt and he shook it roughly, “Are you trying to make a fool of me? That King Mortemor is as good as dead! He hasn’t served his land worth anything for more than eleven years!”

I wanted to hit him, I wanted to hit him harder than I had ever hit anything in my entire life, and I do not know what led me to feel this way. “Since his son’s disappearance the old hag of a “King” I could feel the sarcasm in his voice, which angered me further, “Hasn’t done anything, he’s had his days of glory! Now it is my family’s turn to rule, like it should have been long ago,”

I could do nothing but glare, I could feel warmth of citizens gathering, and I could sense where each person stood. “My that was a mouth full, you must be quite full of air.” As soon as I had finished my sentence I was struck again, hair flying to the side and back down in my face over my blind eyes. I did not fall to the ground however, because he was still holding me by the collar of my shirt.

I decided to demand on this new King, who was only two years older than myself, I could tell by the way he spoke, “Take me to Mortemor, and I will prove you wrong.” People laughed at me, once a feared name now the laughing stalk of the whole town he once ruled without a care and killed who ever he wanted when he wanted.

 “Take yourself!” I was finally let go of, “I would, but you see. I’m blind.” I glared at him; this was supposedly, the final piece of evidence that I was Mortemor’s son, silence befell him, and he only looked at me I was not sure if our eyes met because I didn’t know where mine were looking, or if you could even call it looking. “TO MORTEMOR’S!” he proclaimed hand thrown in the air, and people cheered.

Not knowing what they were cheering for, I was practically dragged, “I CAN WALK” I yelled and pulled myself away and stood upright, “How do you get around if your blind?” Anthony teased me. “I just do.” I growled, I could tell that this would not be a friendly relationship; we headed on what I could only make out to be as a long windy road.

I pulled my coat tight around my self and said, “I’m surprised this place isn’t in shambles.” I mumbled and nobody seemed to catch it, “Ah you’re home sweet rotting home,” I glared. “I can see it in the distance, Simon.” He made my name sound like something evil.

And the truth is. It was.

A/N Hey everyone! Thanks for reading, I’m just here to let you know that I am going away on a trip tomorrow and I will be back on Thursday, and then if there are reviews requesting it I will put up another chapter, I realize that I have messed up on some age things, and some other things regarding Simon’s vision will be explained later! This story is going to continue, the more reviews, the quicker the chapters!

Sincerely Lucifer