Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-25808351-20170715124904

Marcus' smile fades as he hears the voice. "Hear a glimpse of the future, huh? Mine was vague and sucked." His voice mildly agitated. [She will never trust me? Who? Could it mean Aegis? It must be. If so, that REALLY sucks. Perhaps I should just give up on that kid, she's too headstrong, makes sense she'd never forgive. The only reason she apologized earlier was because Regina made her....]

[Fortune teller's garbage.] A second voice in his mind speaks, it tone is deep and familiar, eerily familiar. What sends a chill down Marcus' spine is that the voice is not part of his thoughts. ['''That should not concern you. Aegis will in time trust you, but you must prove to her that you can be trusted. How you go about that is your damn business. How do I know you can gain her trust? Because you have long done the impossible. Look at your latest child, offspring of Cyndwella, once the favored of Victivius. You obtained one of the abysmal ruler's favorite wives. All would call that impossible. You survived abandonment. Dumped in the frigid snow of Zahmeria, with nothing but tattered rags around you. You were but an infant. Kicking and crying, slowing freezing to death as the snow covered you. Yet here you are. All would say impossible.''']

['''You make habit of defying odds. If you could accomplish everything you have up until now, than you can regain Aegis' trust. To hell with that glimpse into the future. Now stop your disparity and drink, runt.'''] The voice fades away. Although it was harsh and frightening, it instilled courage and ambition in Marcus. He downs the rest of his mug and smirks.

"Yeah, Aegis will trust me one day. The kid just needs time." He says quietly.