The Regular Irregular

It was a long and quiet ride to Velvenfiel. Cole sat on one side of the carriage still grieving over Blake who he said was his best friend throughout the army and was his role model. Grace was sitting next to Casey but a box separated the two.

Casey was rethinking what had happened and he realized something. He didn't feel anything, no guilt, no remorse, No! What he did feel though was enlightenment, not the sort you get after meditation but it was more so him releasing his violent tendencies. If a regular person would have thought this they would be called a menace, no a monster but Casey knew he was never regular. He was so different he couldn't even be called irregular. From his birth to this point he was irregular, hated by life. An irregular who wanted to be regular, a nobody who wanted to be somebody. His thoughts were a wormhole of sadness, regret, and revenge.

Suddenly the silence was broken. Grace looked over at Casey looking at the floor of the carriage and said, "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for, you know, saving us and all". "I was just doing my duty to save the princess", Casey responded in a sarcastic tone whilst simultaneously shaping his hand in a fist and putting it on his heart. Grace let out a slight titter.

She then responded by saying, "Please, just call me Grace". "Oh but your majesty a peasant like me cannot commit a great sin like that," he said again in a slightly high-pitched voice. This time Grace burst out laughing.

Casey also started slightly laughing. He had never felt this before. Happiness.

Grace was born a princess. A girl born with a diamond spoon in her mouth. She had everything she wanted and anything anyone else wanted. She was a beautiful, smart, and athletic girl with a great personality. She was a role model for all, someone everyone wanted to be.

She had already gotten many marriage proposals from noble children but none were interested in her as a person but only her as an object. They did not like her they liked her as an object they just like the idea of her. A thing that would get them the throne.

She was the complete opposite of Casey yet they seemed so similar. Grace asked him, "why are you going to Velvenfiel". He then told her the origin story of Casey Verleon.

Casey was born into a poor but happy family. His mother was an artisan who created clothes for the children of their semi-village. Casey would play with the children of the village and would be well renowned for his great attitude and personality. One day, it all changed.

His mother was cooking food and both Casey and his father were gone hunting. Bandits attacked the village. They plundered everything and either killed or sold every one. Casey's mother was hit on the head with a metal rod repeatedly.

She couldn't speak and blood flowed down her head. She was still alive after that so the bandits lynched her and burned her alive. All that remained when the father and son came back were her ashes and a paper covered in blood with a final goodbye.

Casey swore revenge on those bandits and his father went into depression.

Unable to grieve his father turned to alcohol a man's best friend at his worst. He became an alcoholic father and started to take out his stress on his son. Repeated beatings gave him satisfaction and he would then fall over where ever there was a cushion.

Casey kept getting beat and didn't lose hope. The hope that one day he would avenge his mother. That one day he would kill all who ruined him. But one day he saw his father getting ready to beat him. He asked his father, "why do you keep beating me". The father then said, "You weren't supposed to be born, if you weren't here I wouldn't have gone hunting and she wouldn't have died".

He finally understood, he was the reason for his mother's death. The last spark of hope faded and it was gone. He finally lost his emotions and with that, he lost everything he had.

He then told her how he finally had enough of the beatings and left for good and was going to Velvefiel to escape his home and to finally be free.