Post by will on Sept 4, 2006 22:36:26 GMT
((This thread is just to get me back in the game. 
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It was your average summer day. Muggy and warm, enough so to make you sweat and for everyone to be miserable. Everyone living in the orphanage had opened their windows as if to coax wind into existence. No one was outside, or at least no one in their right mind. The air conditioning was so much more comfortable than the outdoors, or so everyone thought. Everyone but one. No one noticed William Senetta's absence from classes or from the orphanage itself. No one cared. For he was wild, no matter how the owner's tried to domesticate him. He would skip classes, gobble down food like an animal, had no manners toward his elders, and only cared about horses. Especially one particular horse. A horse as black as midnight and just as tamable. The boy and horse were inseparable and kids at the orphanage claimed that the horse was a demon in disguise and that Will could fly. For fly he did.
All the orphanage was invited to see Lucifer and Will race. The races didn't count for anything, of course - they were just practice - but the orphanage knew after seeing William's radiant face, that it was his everything. At first the orphanage had been reluctant to accept the invitation, for they had told the other children that horses were bad influences and that they weren't to approach them. Lucifer had been the worst, just look at his name. Lucifer, after the Devil. It was fitting, for the horse was wild and heartless, unless it was the boy. When it came to Will, Lucifer was as tame as a kitten and just as willing. At their first race, hardly anyone had attended. The owners had, of course, to make Will feel good. This was his last year, after all. And what they saw had rendered them speechless.
They were good. No, not good, amazing. Spectacular! Such a determination too, a drive that no one could oppose. Since the orphanage was paying for Will to ride (many said the owner's were growing merciful in their old age), they got front seats and saw with their own eyes just how powerful the connection between boy and horse was. At the beginning, both would be prancing around nervously and not without a tinge of excitement. Once they were ready in their boxes, waiting for the whistles, they both were eerily calm, as if they knew what the outcome would be. As soon as the whistle was blown, they were off, leaving behind a trail of dust. Now they didn't win all the time. Will would sometimes be too hasty and make Lucifer go much too fast in the beginning, thus tiring him at the end, or Luce would push himself too his limits. Their worst placing was eighth out of ten, but the boy never gave up on his dream.
To see them race soon became the orphanage's favorite hobby, and the children loved it. But Will knew better than to think it was an interest in the sport that brought the orphanage owners there. It was because they felt downright awful for all they had done to Will during his time at the orphanage. They wanted to make it up to him, and he let them without complaint, for he could understand how the heart regretted actions earlier made, or even actions carried out for years. He understood and let them do what they wanted without comment. Will had always been that way; practical, confident, slightly arrogant, but understanding. He was logical and relaxed, though a little temperamental at times. He was the orphan boy, parentless and alone, though he never truly gave up, even if at times he felt like it. He dares to dream, just like all really should, if they want to enjoy their life.
William knew that soon it would all be over. School was starting up again and that meant more time away from Lucifer. No more races, no exhilaration, no more care-free days and no more Luce. He would miss that black beauty, more so than anything else. If it was possible, he would skip his seventh year and stay behind with Luce, or so his heart pleaded. His practical mind told him differently and of course, being the Raven he was - he followed logic. Besides, after school was over and done, he would have the rest of his life with Luce! "Just you wait, Luce," he had said so many times. "Just you wait and see. Soon you and me will be the champions and we'll be together forever. Just you and me, Lucifer, can you imagine?" Now the daunting prospect of school was drawing ever closer and he couldn't avoid it. Nor could Luce. He sensed Will's disappointment after each summer day ended, he sensed Will's undying hope that he could stay, though he knew better. Without Luce, Will wouldn't be who he was - he wouldn't be whole.
))It was your average summer day. Muggy and warm, enough so to make you sweat and for everyone to be miserable. Everyone living in the orphanage had opened their windows as if to coax wind into existence. No one was outside, or at least no one in their right mind. The air conditioning was so much more comfortable than the outdoors, or so everyone thought. Everyone but one. No one noticed William Senetta's absence from classes or from the orphanage itself. No one cared. For he was wild, no matter how the owner's tried to domesticate him. He would skip classes, gobble down food like an animal, had no manners toward his elders, and only cared about horses. Especially one particular horse. A horse as black as midnight and just as tamable. The boy and horse were inseparable and kids at the orphanage claimed that the horse was a demon in disguise and that Will could fly. For fly he did.
All the orphanage was invited to see Lucifer and Will race. The races didn't count for anything, of course - they were just practice - but the orphanage knew after seeing William's radiant face, that it was his everything. At first the orphanage had been reluctant to accept the invitation, for they had told the other children that horses were bad influences and that they weren't to approach them. Lucifer had been the worst, just look at his name. Lucifer, after the Devil. It was fitting, for the horse was wild and heartless, unless it was the boy. When it came to Will, Lucifer was as tame as a kitten and just as willing. At their first race, hardly anyone had attended. The owners had, of course, to make Will feel good. This was his last year, after all. And what they saw had rendered them speechless.
They were good. No, not good, amazing. Spectacular! Such a determination too, a drive that no one could oppose. Since the orphanage was paying for Will to ride (many said the owner's were growing merciful in their old age), they got front seats and saw with their own eyes just how powerful the connection between boy and horse was. At the beginning, both would be prancing around nervously and not without a tinge of excitement. Once they were ready in their boxes, waiting for the whistles, they both were eerily calm, as if they knew what the outcome would be. As soon as the whistle was blown, they were off, leaving behind a trail of dust. Now they didn't win all the time. Will would sometimes be too hasty and make Lucifer go much too fast in the beginning, thus tiring him at the end, or Luce would push himself too his limits. Their worst placing was eighth out of ten, but the boy never gave up on his dream.
To see them race soon became the orphanage's favorite hobby, and the children loved it. But Will knew better than to think it was an interest in the sport that brought the orphanage owners there. It was because they felt downright awful for all they had done to Will during his time at the orphanage. They wanted to make it up to him, and he let them without complaint, for he could understand how the heart regretted actions earlier made, or even actions carried out for years. He understood and let them do what they wanted without comment. Will had always been that way; practical, confident, slightly arrogant, but understanding. He was logical and relaxed, though a little temperamental at times. He was the orphan boy, parentless and alone, though he never truly gave up, even if at times he felt like it. He dares to dream, just like all really should, if they want to enjoy their life.
William knew that soon it would all be over. School was starting up again and that meant more time away from Lucifer. No more races, no exhilaration, no more care-free days and no more Luce. He would miss that black beauty, more so than anything else. If it was possible, he would skip his seventh year and stay behind with Luce, or so his heart pleaded. His practical mind told him differently and of course, being the Raven he was - he followed logic. Besides, after school was over and done, he would have the rest of his life with Luce! "Just you wait, Luce," he had said so many times. "Just you wait and see. Soon you and me will be the champions and we'll be together forever. Just you and me, Lucifer, can you imagine?" Now the daunting prospect of school was drawing ever closer and he couldn't avoid it. Nor could Luce. He sensed Will's disappointment after each summer day ended, he sensed Will's undying hope that he could stay, though he knew better. Without Luce, Will wouldn't be who he was - he wouldn't be whole.