Darrien Riuki Detailed Backstory One

• Posted by The Shadow December 23, 2011 - 870 views
  Darrien stood at his bedroom window looking at his father walk away. He was pretty sure that nearly all of Bruma had heard his mother and father yelling. His next-door neighbour, an elderly imperial, ran out of her house to check if Darrien's mother was alright. Darrien was used to hearing his parents argue, but tonight had been different. It had all started had returned from one of his business trips. He was a travelling merchant known in all of Cyrodiil. He had been holding a large sack with something in that he had placed on his chair. He had whispered something to his wife who had then told Darrien to go wait in his room. Darrien had missed the actual argument, because he had been intent on playing with a small wooden sword his uncle had given him for his sixth birthday, but when he had heard his mother threaten to call the guards and then something smash, he had put down his wooden sword and opened his door an inch, just in time to see his father pick up his bag and leave the house, slamming the door in the process. Darrien had ran to his window and looked out. He couldn't help but feel like he should do something. He hurriedly put his shoes on and ran after him. When he caught up with his father he grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?" he asked. "Go back inside Darrien, it's getting late." his father replied without looking at him. "But where are you going?" Darrien insisted. "I SAID GO BACK INSIDE!" his father shouted, turning around and glaring at him, but then his expression softened, he kneeled down, put Darrien's small hand in his and added softly. "Don't worry about me. Just take care of your mother." Then he stood back up picked up the sack and walked just as it started to snow, leaving a cold seven year old Darrien alone in the street.