Henric Lee
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Black rolling clouds rose all around him, and his cloak was continually assailed by the deep rumbling of thunder and the constant downpour of heavy rain that felt like metallic droplets of lead. He lost all facade, all pretence, all imagination. His features bore nothing of happiness, merely unconcealed hatred and sorrow. His eyes were gray, without soul, and dispassionate. Despite his boots feeling like he had tread on molten lava and it has hardened to singe away at the soles of his feet, Henric Lee moved forward.
A flash of lightning revealed two huge, motionless, faceless sentries standing on either side of a great olden Chinese Gate with elaborate architecture and designs swirling and snaking all aorund it. The statues' appeared to strare down at Henric as he made his way towards the gates; they struck fear to the common eye, they were meant to make you feel insignificant, your power, your will, it was nothing. Raising a stiff, cold hand to wipe his wet fringe plastered against his forehead by the rain, Henric continued to step forward despite the harsh winds tearing away at him.
On either side of him, the statues' features were again illuminated by a flash of lightning, accompanied by a defeaning thunderclap. Henric hated them. Hated them all. Hated the elements. Hated the statues.
He hated his 'home'.
The Gates swung open slowly as he neared them, creaking open with great shuddering groans, as if revealing secrets that would be better off buried and hidden. A line of men and boys, all hooded in black robes similar to Henric's, stood lined up, boy or man, their age appeared to be no issue. They were lined, Henric knew, according to their prowess. As one, they shouted out the traditional clan greetings: "Xiong di zai ci! Tian di wu xian! Cao jia wan sui! Shi jie ping he! (Our brother is present! Heaven and Earth know no bounds. The Cao Family is hailed supreme; world peace is at hand.)"
Henric bowed as he would be required to, his facade immediately rising out of panicked instinct. He grimaced. If this was Hogwarts, they would be surprised. And why wouldn't they? He had lived under a facade all at his time in Hogwarts. He was never allowed to be himself. No. Because he would not allow it. Because he would punish him, strip him off his freedom. Him.
Lord Cao, the Elder Clan Chief, as he was referred to nowadays, strode forward leisurely, his long, braided beard and immaculate, handsome face was equally matched in splendor by golden robes, all manner of jewelry and luxury, and the fact he was sheltered by dozens of servants holding up thick cloths serving as umbrellas as he moved forward. "Wo de hai zi ... Huan yin ni hui lai. (My child of bretheren ... Welcome home.)"
Sweeping his robes to his side, Henric immediatley fell to one knee and knelt, his eyes aimed down and his lips fixed in a smile that was plastered onto his features and relentlessly upheld. "Hai er zai ci. Cao da ren, wan sui, wan sui, wan wan sui. (Your child is present. Long live, long live, long live Lord Cao.)" He greeted solemnly, as was required of him.
"Bie zai wo de mian qian fang le yi ge jia lian! (Do not put on a false face before me!)" Elder Lord Cao barked, his features marred by sudden bestial feriocity and violence, before calming an instant later and smiling benignly at him. "Jin lai. Gao su wo, ta guo de zhe me yang? (Come in, so you may tell me how she fares.)"
Obliging, obeying, as usual, as was required, Henric stepped into the Mansion. It was funny, he thought, how whenever lightning flashed in the distance, he used to think of them as sapphire blue Azure Lights. It comforted him to some measure to know he would be able to return to Hogwarts. Soon. Most likely, he would be able to return to Hogwarts. He closed his eyes as he followed the Clan Members into the Mansion. No. He would definitely return to Hogwarts.
The great Chinese Doors closed behind him, groaning out loud, as they slammed shut and sealed the world away from them.
A flash of lightning revealed two huge, motionless, faceless sentries standing on either side of a great olden Chinese Gate with elaborate architecture and designs swirling and snaking all aorund it. The statues' appeared to strare down at Henric as he made his way towards the gates; they struck fear to the common eye, they were meant to make you feel insignificant, your power, your will, it was nothing. Raising a stiff, cold hand to wipe his wet fringe plastered against his forehead by the rain, Henric continued to step forward despite the harsh winds tearing away at him.
On either side of him, the statues' features were again illuminated by a flash of lightning, accompanied by a defeaning thunderclap. Henric hated them. Hated them all. Hated the elements. Hated the statues.
He hated his 'home'.
The Gates swung open slowly as he neared them, creaking open with great shuddering groans, as if revealing secrets that would be better off buried and hidden. A line of men and boys, all hooded in black robes similar to Henric's, stood lined up, boy or man, their age appeared to be no issue. They were lined, Henric knew, according to their prowess. As one, they shouted out the traditional clan greetings: "Xiong di zai ci! Tian di wu xian! Cao jia wan sui! Shi jie ping he! (Our brother is present! Heaven and Earth know no bounds. The Cao Family is hailed supreme; world peace is at hand.)"
Henric bowed as he would be required to, his facade immediately rising out of panicked instinct. He grimaced. If this was Hogwarts, they would be surprised. And why wouldn't they? He had lived under a facade all at his time in Hogwarts. He was never allowed to be himself. No. Because he would not allow it. Because he would punish him, strip him off his freedom. Him.
Lord Cao, the Elder Clan Chief, as he was referred to nowadays, strode forward leisurely, his long, braided beard and immaculate, handsome face was equally matched in splendor by golden robes, all manner of jewelry and luxury, and the fact he was sheltered by dozens of servants holding up thick cloths serving as umbrellas as he moved forward. "Wo de hai zi ... Huan yin ni hui lai. (My child of bretheren ... Welcome home.)"
Sweeping his robes to his side, Henric immediatley fell to one knee and knelt, his eyes aimed down and his lips fixed in a smile that was plastered onto his features and relentlessly upheld. "Hai er zai ci. Cao da ren, wan sui, wan sui, wan wan sui. (Your child is present. Long live, long live, long live Lord Cao.)" He greeted solemnly, as was required of him.
"Bie zai wo de mian qian fang le yi ge jia lian! (Do not put on a false face before me!)" Elder Lord Cao barked, his features marred by sudden bestial feriocity and violence, before calming an instant later and smiling benignly at him. "Jin lai. Gao su wo, ta guo de zhe me yang? (Come in, so you may tell me how she fares.)"
Obliging, obeying, as usual, as was required, Henric stepped into the Mansion. It was funny, he thought, how whenever lightning flashed in the distance, he used to think of them as sapphire blue Azure Lights. It comforted him to some measure to know he would be able to return to Hogwarts. Soon. Most likely, he would be able to return to Hogwarts. He closed his eyes as he followed the Clan Members into the Mansion. No. He would definitely return to Hogwarts.
The great Chinese Doors closed behind him, groaning out loud, as they slammed shut and sealed the world away from them.