Dusk McGowan | WIP
Aug 22, 2021 16:09:33 GMT -5
Post by dovey on Aug 22, 2021 16:09:33 GMT -5
DUSK MCGOWAN | 16 YEARS OLD | DISTRICT 9/WANDERER
"So what can we do with our lives
When it all begins
It's hard and it's cruel
Will grace die in pain? Will light ever rise again?”
He cannot remember a time before he knew his mother’s story. It is his legacy, his uncle used to tell him, along with many other pretty excuses for repeating it so often. But his uncle has never been a good liar, and Dusk could read his true motivation in every painful, ritualized retelling: he was afraid. Uncle Aubry was terrified that Dusk might follow in his mother’s footsteps, all the way to her grave.
The tale was always told to him as a tragedy. Poor, spirited, beautiful Gwinna, who went looking for freedom and stumbled into a cage far worse than the one she’d left behind.
"So what can we do with our lives
When it all begins
It's hard and it's cruel
Will grace die in pain? Will light ever rise again?”
He cannot remember a time before he knew his mother’s story. It is his legacy, his uncle used to tell him, along with many other pretty excuses for repeating it so often. But his uncle has never been a good liar, and Dusk could read his true motivation in every painful, ritualized retelling: he was afraid. Uncle Aubry was terrified that Dusk might follow in his mother’s footsteps, all the way to her grave.
The tale was always told to him as a tragedy. Poor, spirited, beautiful Gwinna, who went looking for freedom and stumbled into a cage far worse than the one she’d left behind.
"Oh, I'm trapped in darkness
Still I reach out for the stars
I'm moving in silence
I leave it all far behind”
Still I reach out for the stars
I'm moving in silence
I leave it all far behind”
[lyrics from "Thorn" by Blind Guardian]
