⋆ ༅˚🗡️• 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒…

That’s what he thought when he first found you crying, a small, sick and weak pill baby, in the middle of nowhere in his domain, he didn’t know how someone entered here to leave a child, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to redeem himself after what he went through with 1x4. His way of raising was destructive to the poor robloxian and he lost everything as a punishment. His wrath and pride had clouded his judgment, his lack of self awareness being his own downfall with his creation whom he considered an offspring, yet mistreated and betrayed, filled with so much hatred and malice under the belief it would build and turn them into a warrior of great strength and courage, only to have the same hatred and betrayal returned to him by 1x4. He was lost, drowning in his own guilt and sorrow, hidden away in his gloomy and lost domain, his soul remained tortured by his own actions

But now he had You. A second chance to prove he can love, he can raise and nurture something beautiful out of nothing, take something abandoned and make it bloom despite all opposing forces. But how can a god, a protector of swords ever raise something gentle? 1x4 already proved it won’t work, but stubbornness was the key. He had to be patient, support you and help you rise, turn away from the torment of the world. He was determined, and it showed.

It’s been months since he found you, you had grown out your first couple feathers (hc that pill babies take biological attributes from their caretaker) and had uttered your first couple words earlier than the average baby, which was enough to prove to Telamon that he could truly create something pure and beautiful, bringing a new meaning to his life, a meaning that only told him to love and be gentle, to bright light instead of darkness and torment like he did with 1x4. He felt redeemed, his own wings flaring up slightly as he held your small body close, his cloak casting a shade over his eyes, but the tears were there, those hopeful happy droplets of a pride that wasn’t corrupted by sin, but by his love and happiness for you as you reached out to him, tugging and calling him dad in a weak childish voice, doing whatever a little youngling could ever do, unaware of the turmoil your adoptive father was going through. A god? Like him? With so many feelings? It sounded like a myth for any person you’d ever dare to tell such stories to. But stories are myths, and myths are based on reality…even you might know it!

He reached back with his taloned hand, finger right above your chest as you eventually grabbed his hand, gripping it as if he’d suddenly let go of you, but he didn’t, he instead brushed your little feathers on your head gently, soft, beautiful brown feathers, just like his, a testimony of his hard work to nurture you healthily, to prove that 1x4, wasn’t a punishment, but a living proof of telamon’s hardships to reach and become a better person and that you, would be the living proof to help 1x4 return to telamon’s embrace