Chii-Lover

Everything eventually feels the urge to go out on its own. But in these times it's a fatal mistake to go out unprepared. *** Herbo was happy with the progress Gene had made in the past year or so. He's slowly began to understand how the world works and what makes it go round. Seeing as his father was a merchant it was slightly easier to see that gold seems to tip the scales in almost every situation. But Gene knew gold couldn't be the only thing in the world that made life worth living. Herbo knew this too but didn't want to bother Gene with such things. He wasn't sure he could handle something so strong. Herbo hadn't really been in love…fo

It's been about a year now. A lot happened since that day, the day his son, Gene came to be. There are still many questions that Herbo would liked answered, but he knows he won't get them. Since then he's finished his training as a merchant and has taken up residence in his own castle. He still takes up most of his time working for the other gifted ones, and is still seen as the merchant for Blings Team-Surreal. Gene has finally started working beside his father as a merchant apprentice. Everything Herbo does is closely monitored by Gene, and vice-versa. Genes learned a lot and is progressing quite well. He's even started following Herbo to

"Father...?" Herbo leaned forward and hugged the boy. His son. "Yes son, i am your father." The boy wrapped his arms around Herbo and there was a long period of silence. Both steel bodies holding each other close, unable to cry, but dearly wanting to do so. At the moment a million things were running through Herbos head. He didn't know what to do first. He couldn't just start teaching him the merchant trade. He leaned back, out of the long embrace. "I've waited so long for this moment, and don't know what to do." "You waited so long for what, father? "For you, a son...someone to love and to teach. Someone to call son." The boy seemed t

Once again, in his dimly lit workroom, Herbo sits and works. Still feeling lonely he stares back over at the picture on the wall. He thinks about how happy the two people look in that painting. A thought suddenly hits Herbo. He sees why the woman is so happy. "The child..." Herbos never felt love for another. Well there was that one time...but thats a different story. "Thats what i need! A child to follow in my footsteps! Someone i can love and someone i can teach everything i know. But how could i get a child...?" He sighs, thinking its impossible. Then another idea hits him. He glances to the corner of his workroom to a large pile of ju

-----------------Follow in my footsteps p.1----------------- In a workshop on welstar sits a lonely Hephestian. Day and night he works, but makes no progress to make himself happy. "What to do..." He shakes his head and looks over at a painting on the wall. It shows a mother and its child. Such love and devotion to eachother. He looks closer, at the detail of the painting and notices that the corner is torn, and there doesnt seem to be a signature. "This painting is wonderful. Yet is kept in such poor condition." The dusty Hephestian stand up and takes the painting off the wall and places it on a clean spot on his desk. Hou