I hope to start what is a semi-regular series of posts called the Early Chronicles. It’s a two-part series – the first is a factual representation of Nox’s childhood as he grew up, the second is his reflection up those events from his point of view as he looks back on it now as an adult.
The glass conference room door open and soft footsteps move inside and then closed the door. A pair of shiny, black patent leather shoes crossed the section of floor I studied. They stopped a few feet away from me. My gaze followed the owner’s legs up. His black dress pants were pressed and starched to perfection.
My first defining moment is the day I sparked. It was a scary day when I was a kid. It started out per usual. I was excited, my mom was coming home after having been out hunting monsters for a good bit.
There really isn’t much to tell about my first kiss. The resulting beating afterwards was far more memorable but it never really stopped me.
It is a sad day when Rock Legends die. I’m too young to have followed the early years of David Bowie. But one of AJ’s beta readers said that he could see me liking David Bowie and Queen and the Glam Band era.
My name is Nox Sétanta. I’m a Libra. What’s your sign?
Okay not really a line that works. But “Hey Duckling, wanna *ahem*” doesn’t work either.
