Role

Chapter 6

Nargrim's childhood was full of loving families, childhood buddies,
Family gatherings and the like. But all of this full love was not his,
It was the love of other families he would watch from his window in the two
Roomed cabin of his witless, mute of a mother.

Nargrim had been only a newborn babe since his mother had gone mad from
The pain of his birthing. "With each contraction" it is told by his mother's
Last midwife "You could see a little bit of sanity leave her eyes every time;Role + Leaving her just a bit worse for the wear."

Nargrim's childhood was not as pleasant as the others boys of his village may
Have been. Since his birth his mother was known as the Village Black. For
Those that were deemed mad were shunned by the others of the village and
Looked upon only as a shadow. But Nargrim knew the evils that some of the
Villagers never noticed. As he grew his mother would have many male
Visitors in the night from the neighboring houses. His mother had become the
Village prostitute for she could do nothing else. The many men that came to
Her cabin in the night had many ways of dealing with his prying eyes. Many
Would just lock him out of his mother's room, some would make him go
Outside to wait by the pigs in the dark but the ones he hated most seemed to
Be his mothers favorites. They were the ones that would beat him into
Unconsciousness while his mother sat in the corner, she never left, cackling
Madly with insane glee.