mikkra
Legacy Name: mikkra

The Matron smiled as the orphaned children were gathered around her before their bedtime, wisps of salt and pepper hair framing her face despite the cloth she tied over her hair to keep them neat and tidy. The creases in her skin softened her features, showing her age and all that she had been through in her life.

“Do you know where the lightning and thunder come from?” She asked, deep brown eyes looking to the upturned faces of the family deprived children.

“It's Zeus! When he's angry!” One child called out, and the old woman clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

“No no, it is much more of a tale than that.” And as she settled in the cushioned chair she rested her wooden cane beside her and began her story.

“In the beginning, while the Gods were molding the Earth Zeus and Hera welcomed two new children among Olympus. Blessing the parents the names of the children were mikkra and Gallo. Though it wasn't long that Zeus found that the child mikkra had the power of lightning, something that Zeus believed to belong to himself. To punish the childrens parents for bestowing such a gift upon their child Zeus cruelly took a sense from each child and tossed them to the ends of the Earth.”

“The parents were distraught, for how would their children find each other now? mikkra without his hearing to find Gallo's thunder, and Gallo without his sight to see mikkra's lightning.”

“And so for many, many years now the two search for each other. Forever separated by their inability to find one another, even now they still try.” Almost on cue a flash of lightning cracked along the sky, youthful eyes widening and moments later a crack of thunder vibrated the stone beneath them.

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On some days mikkra liked to join the humans on the planet below his home, feet bare as he walked on the soft earth and perused the market place. No one ever sold to him, once they realized he wasn't reacting when they spoke the tended to ignore him. Those who could not hear were not worth the time and attention of others. They were abominations, unable to hear the words of the Gods, unable to learn and use speech. Most were outcasted, though the fact that mikka was both an adult and dressed in fine robes often confused the people of whichever Grecian town he visited that day.

Though he often sought out the abandoned children like him, mostly left in orphanages or on the streets he entertained them easily enough. They trusted him, his kind features and shared lack of hearing; not to mention the fact that he was always nice to them. mikkra enjoyed the children like him, entertaining them with sparks from his fingers and tiny lightning storms in the dust of the earth. He taught them language like Gallo had taught him, using his fingers in the dirt the draw pictures and teach letters. And despite the tiny shocks they sometimes got the children kissed his fingers and hands in thanks for giving them what others refused to.

He always left the children with a mixture of happiness and sadness swirling within him, finding his thunderous love to feed him the images of smiling children through the mental link they had created over the years they'd had together.