Zetha Alcor List
046. Wax
Characters: Alcor Bud
Rating: PG-13
The candle had consumed a long time ago. Its smell, however, remained in the place and filled his senses in an uncanny manner. He had loved it as it had died and even more while it was alive, shining with all its glory and might. Bud snorted annoyed. It was all a lie, he knew, there was nothing in him that could tell him of feelings different from hatred and anger. How much time has it passed since the moment he had seen that other boy who was so similar to him? A month? A year? No one had ever given him an answer, not even those he called parents. No one.
The boy walked around his humble room. Perhaps those inexistent pieces of information he so needed could finally have a shape and he could understand better. Bud needed to understand, for he could feel how his whole world was disappearing right in front of him. He had never minded being the son of those two people. His mother and father had tried and done everything they could to provide him of everything he needed. Still, they were poor, weren’t they?
Bud approached the table where his food had been placed a long time ago and threw the plates and cups onto the floor. Anger had taken over him. He deserved so much better than what he’d had, he kept repeating in his head. How come the other boy was so richly dressed while he was only wearing the rags other children from Asgard had dismissed? A yell of bitterness became a whisper and soon, he found himself trying not to destroy everything around him.
“Bud? Are you all right, son?” The woman knocked on the door and he turned to look at it, he had his fists closed and his eyes showed his feelings. Bud found himself impeded to call her mother one more time. They had just told him the truth a few moons ago, when he had finally confronted those who had raised him and they had spoken with their hearts. The only thing Bud could clearly bring to his memory was the smell of bee wax that was in the room that night.
The same smell he was just experiencing.
“I’m fine!” he yelled, closing any hope for more conversation.
The future ahead of him was uncertain. On one hand, he was feeling overwhelmed by his recently found truth and on the other hand, he new he was jealous of the other boy.
To him, Syd wasn’t his twin, he was the one who had stolen his life from him. Bud saw it in the delicacy of his clothes, of his manners. Bud snorted yet again and looked for the plate where the melted wax rested. He had meant to throw it far from him, against the door his mother had just knocked a while ago, but caution acted before him and he breathed deeply. The candle didn’t consume itself in a second. It’d taken him many moments in the process, and as it was happening, the wax changed.
Bud decided at that moment that he was to mutate just like that candle, which had been was before and had returned to its true self. He was exactly like that candle. He had been the son of one of Asgard’s richest families and had changed into a peasant and it was going to take him time to go back to be what he was meant to be. Bud was determined to learn how to be his brother, he was to became Syd and by doing that, he was going to regain what was rightfully his.
It didn’t matter how long it was going to take him.
Ariadne, February 14, 2007