#sarnathan

Three hours had passed.

“Go find him, Sarnathan! Go find him now! He’s your son!”

“He’s no son of mine! He made his damn choice, so now he has to live with it!”

“He’s your son! He’s my son!”

“Then go find him, Galleria! 

...Twelve Hours...

“Have you heard anything, Daeli?”

“No, mama. My friends haven’t seen him. I’m sure he’s okay.”

“Jenris is gone too. Where did these boys go to?”

“Melaeth can take of himself, mama. He’s a guard in training, remember?”

“He’s my baby...”

...Twenty-Four Hours...

“He should have come back by now.”

“Mother, he isn’t coming back. Isn’t it obvious? He ran off with his fag boyfriend.”

“Shut up, Mathavaen! Shut up right now! He is your brother! You will not judge his choices!”

“Mama, what if he did run away?”

“He will return. And we will love him as always, won’t we, Sarnathan?”

“He probably ran away, Galleria.”

“No, Sarnathan. He didn’t just run away. You kicked him out!”

...Fourty hours....

Far from the city gates, the young Melaeth sat in a cage, locked up, trembling, and afraid to die. He wiped his eyes and wept silently. 

“Mama....help me.”

The living room had become one man’s sanctuary. Things hadn’t been the same since he had lost his son, the fall of Silvermoon, and all the other events the world had to endure, and for Sarnathan Vin’derarr, life was about sitting on his cushioned seat and read a book or the local paper. On occasion, he would glance up at the mantle where the portraits of his two children were located. Silently, he mourned the loss of his youngest, but he was too proud to admit this to anyone, even his wife. How he wished he could go back to the day when his son told him about his lover. He wished he could have reacted differently. He wished he could have said anything other than telling him to leave and never return. He thought it was temporary, that his son would return and they would figure out what to do, but he never returned, at least not the same.

Three days after his son, Melaeth, admitted that he was in love with his best friend Jenris, Sarnathan was sitting in his seat, with his head in his hands, and trying to accept the fact that his son was in love with a man. His wife had been crying all the time Melaeth was gone and his daughter had been comforting her mother all this time. Sarnathan was unsure of what his next step was since his son never came back, even after a small search party was sent out. A few days later, the family received the news that their son was in the hospital and that he was transfered to an asylum. Sarnathan was in shock and he ran out to find his son.

The family ran to the asylum and found Melaeth screaming in a padded room, grasping his arms as he shouted in pain. “What’s wrong with my son!” Galleria, his wife, shouted. Sarnathan hugged his wife and stared at the small window where they could see their son. 

“Ma’am, we are unable to figure out what is wrong with your son. Aside from the broken bones and other injuries we were able to repair with our healers, there is something affecting his nervous system. We tried to help him, but it’s as if his nerves are mutating. We are seeking outside help. Perhaps someone who has done research on trolls and what they do.”

“Trolls? Why trolls?” Sarnathan asked.

“Sir, your son was taken by trolls outside in the forest. He says his friend was killed and they had been injecting him with something which we can only assume is the culprit for his infliction.”

“Trolls?” he whispered as his wife sobbed uncontrollably. It was at that moment when Sarnathan’s eyes met his son’s eyes. Melaeth ran toward the door and screamed at his father.

“You did this to me! You made them take us! You fucker! This is your fault! Jenris is dead because of you! BECAUSE OF YOU!” Sarnathan stared at his son’s enraged face. He looked like he was laughing, hurting, furious. Sarnathan’s heart was crushed. His youngest child was as rabid as a caged animal and he wanted him out.

“I recommend he stay here. We can watch him, take care of him, and he won’t be a hazard to your family,” the medic said. 

“He’s not a hazard! He’s my son!” Galleria shouted. 

“We would rather take him home,” Sarnathan tried to say calmly as he saw his son clawing at his arms and body. 

“With all due respect, if he harms you, we will not be held responsible. We don’t know what’s going with his body and he could hurt you. After he hurts you, the rest of the city could be next.”

Sarnathan turned to his wife and said, “It’s best to leave him here. If that is what the medic recommends, then that’s what we must do.”

The woman wailed and Sarnathan turned back to look at his son once more. Melaeth noticed them walking away and he banged on the door, “You’re an asshole! I’m your fucking son! You can’t leave me here, you fucking coward!” he shouted, but Sarnathan sighed and walked away, trying his hardest to hide the tears in his eyes. 

The guilt of leaving his son behind still ate at him to this day. He felt as he had abandoned his child and when the asylum burned down and his son wasn’t recovered, he felt that he had lost the opportunity to apologize for his wrongdoings. Sarnathan stared at the portrait of his two remaining children. He silently wished for the third portrait up on the mantle, but his son’s absence hurt the family so much that his existence was barely acknowledged.

And Sarnathan missed his child very much. 

Family as in the Kingdom? or his real family? I guess I’ll do the latter since most people know the Inner Circle. And since I rarely speak about them, I’m going to go all out! :D

The Vin’derarr family consists of five people (including Ratty if he still lived with them): 

Parents: Sarnathan and Galleria 

Sarnathan grew up a proud Quel’dorei with the idea that men were stronger and necessary for the survival of the race. He raised his children this way. He worked as a guard in the city before and after the Scourge. Today he is retired, sitting around his home, reading and attempting to continue guiding his son in his blood knight studies. Sarnathan was never nobility, but he lives as if he was. He is still disappointed in the loss of his younger son and has so much to tell him if he was alive. While he doesn’t blame himself for his son’s death, he does feel as if he is missing that closure that will help him live better.

Galleria is his wife, a kind hearted woman who lives for her family. She learned to be a cook and she was head chef at a prominent restaurant until the Scourge attack, however, she was already wavering since her son’s supposed death. Afterward, she was hired as a sous chef for many years. Her son’s disappearance and death took a toll on her. She stopped talking after an argument with her husband. This inability to communicate caused her to retire. Today, she caters parties and events with a small staff of loyal employees, but she stays home most of her time.

They had three children: Mathavaen, Daeli, and Melaeth

Mathavaen is a blood knight. He’s an egomaniac, self-absorbed, self-serving knight who does what he can to linger below the radar in order to maintain his corrupt ways. A womanizer, a drunk, and heartless, Mathavaen is his father’s pride and joy. Sarnathan looks away when the Mathavaen is wrong and praises when he is successful. Mathavaen didn’t care that his brother was dead although current news has him wondering if he’s actually alive. If he is, Mathavaen has a desperate need to get rid of his already dead brother.

Daeli is the middle child. She is a priestess and studies mental health. Being a female, her father was not exactly pleased with her existence, but he dealt with her. Daeli learned compassion and hard work from her mother and when her younger brother was born, she took care of him and made sure he was ready for whatever their father threw at him. She always believed her younger brother was alive. She would spend hours outside, hoping to find him and lure him home. Current news has her accepting that her beliefs were correct and now her goal is to bring her brother home and help him heal. 

Melaeth is the Rat King. He was dead to the family until recently, although not seeing him makes it hard to believe that he is truly alive. He was closest to his mother and sister, even though his father believed Melaeth was the one who would be the most successful. He hates his father and brother and wants to see them dead.