Dabanetcher

Ko jifan ar, a name familiar to the Dabarath population. A young boy who became the youngest son of the chief of the dabarath clan. The clan has a fifth descendant named go Juan ar and is known as a wise and dignified leader. Compared to the leaders of the andante clan, he is the chief that controls his men without the need for violence. The few that break the laws of the dabarath clan, that is why the prisoners of another clan are sent to this clan.

Ko jifan ar became famous for his inherited father. Unlike his other brothers, he was more calm and inconspicuous during the Klan meetings. A member of the dabarath clan has not seen him since he was born even yesterday he is known, at 16 years of age. He's different. Not just his character but his face. His family had a round eye and color eye was brownish, while he had a sharp Angle and netra was black. Her hair was not as brown as her brothers. Such differences have earned him much attention from members of the Dabarath clan.

Not a day goes by without talking about ko jifan ar, everyone wants to tell me what information they got or even curiosity about the little one who doesn't talk much. Rumors just went from mouth to mouth. Like a broken faucet, it can't be stopped easily. Until the rumors streamed through the thick walls of the laird's residence.

"Me again?" that sounded low. Jifan was reading his book in his bedroom balcony when suddenly a servant reported to him the warm rumors were framed outside the thick walls of his house. The knowledge book that he had not yet finished had to be closed and placed on a table. It seemed enough this morning that he had heard his servants report that some say he was not a real Juan's son. Now she must be fed with rumors about the possibility of her swapped son.

"They don't work? Was it as much time as they had to tell imaginary stories?" he mumbled and gulped down water. The attendant excused herself and left behind a teenage boy who put up a Stoic face. Sometimes the resentment makes it look scary. Making rumors come flooding back saying he was so scary and cruel. What's wrong with his face for that kind of blasphemy? This face is a gift from god and should not be insulted. Also him, his whole god-given body must not be insulted.

"What's wrong?" all of a sudden her bedroom door opens and shows her first big brother walking up to her. Standing next to him gazed at the view outside the room from the balcony. He is Jo Anna ar, Juan's third son.

"Nothing. Are you coming to the festival tonight?" asked jifan and answered quickly with Anna's nod. Jifan breathed, "can I not come?" he said and got a shake from Anna.

"The annual festival is always missed, this time you must come! There's so much excitement, I'll buy you my favorite food! By the way, there's also fireworks that fill the sky. You'd like it," blurted excitedly. Jifan sneered, forgetting how much his brother loved the festival. It would be best if he could just give his father permission to return from attending the event. He's not good at covering his ears with the people's sure to come to the festival, too. Maybe at the time he was able to tune in, but his heart hurt as soon as his brain went back to twisting the sounds he heard.

Okay, that was a lie. He's most lazy to force and argue. It doesn't matter and consumes energy. Besides the festival is enough for the father to officiate, there is no need for one family to come all. It's just an act of aggression. Pity the guards and servants who also wanted to enjoy the festival could not freely seek solace for themselves.

After his brother left, jifan laid his body in the bed letting his book lie on the balcony with refreshments and water. There will be cleaning servants. His eyes closed like to fall asleep but open again. Usually spends it on books at this hour. Unfortunately his concentration vanished.

Jifan cashed out to the door in his right-hand corner. That's the door to her library. The book he had read inside would fill up with new readings once a week. In the same library he kept some works of his hands like paintings or crafts. Someone else's paintings decorate the walls. There were lots of abstract paintings and he was always happy to see them. So soothing even if others find it mysterious. It's where jifan spends a lot of time. The older brothers didn't dare enter this room even if they wanted to. Their father who forbade entry into jifan's library for viewing it as private space.

Black and white became the backdrop for this library. Jifan always felt calm looking at white. Even she always wore at least a white bracelet. As for black only as white's friend. There was nothing suitable for him in combination with white than black. He didn't always wear black, just for the room.

The nebertcher family history book he got three years ago caught his eye. It tells of the nerbertcher clan that broke away from the dabarath 400 years ago. The only reason the current leader was that co yunsik had married a woman from another clan. She bore two sons. The first one looks like his wife. The problem grew worse when being a leader was a son who resembled.

So in history it says the nebertcher clan still prevails to this day. Jifan wants to see the clan. He wanted to know if there were a lot of people with black hair like him. All this time he had imagined what the nebertcher clan looked like. Imagine there's a lot of dark-haired and dark-eyed people like him.

Wanted to silence the brother who kept saying he was not of his father's blood. Not the dabarath. It hurt her, but she also couldn't defend herself because what her brother said was true. He doesn't look anything like his other brothers. Starting with whiter complexion, jet-black hair, netra as dark as the night sky.

Jifan felt desperate by his physical.