Golithe
Legacy Name: Golithe

Golithe was believe to be born, more so created, in a scientist’s laboratory that exists on the very edges of society, and the very edges of reality. Rumors about said laboratory range from one end of the spectrum to the other. Some stories are very kind and describe the laboratory as a hospitable place, however other stories depict the worst cruelties a man can inflict upon a being. The laboratory is simply called the Laboratórium due to the heritage of the scientists that work there. Many say they are of Latin decent, but others claim they are strictly Hungarian. Even with all the rumors about the Laboratórium, not a single soul can name any of those who work there.

Golithe is a different story. He could name many people if he wanted. He could justify the rumors or prove them wrong, but he remains silent. Always silent. The most information to be gathered from Golithe was a account of his escape from the Laboratórium, however the writing was bad and the grammar was mostly broken English. This is much cuase for people believing Golithe does not even speak English, but his many doctors say he can speak at least a little English.

The first doctor Golithe went to, after he came to the modern society, claims to have gotten very little information at all from Golithe. All he was wearing was an outfit of a hospital or asylum patient and a patient identification bracelet. The bracelet had his patient number, #74, and the name of the clinic: Az Laboratórium. (This further supports the belief the Laboratórium is a Hungarian institution.) Other than this, all the doctor coaxed Golithe to do was write out his name.

Many of Golithe’s other doctors could not get much else. They all got different snippets of information, but none got into Golithe’s head like Doctors Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. These men were doctors with a strategy. The discovered Golithe’s distaste for continuously being in a room with one doctor, and so they would alternate turns. With this alternating they gathered all the information they could from Golithe: his little story written upon lined paper in broken English. After the three doctors concluded they could no longer pull anymore information from Golithe, they released him to live his life wherever he please.

Doctor Nod was Golithe’s favourite. He was the one who brought Golithe to a distant little village. The village was very populous, but when Doctor Nod left Golithe felt alone. He wandered through the buildings, observing the crumbling walls and strangling vines that scaled their surfaces. He was curious about this little abandoned village. He came upon a little cottage in better condition than all the rest and claimed it silently as his own.

As Golithe remained in his secret village, he wandered and discovered its secrets. He came across books in foreign tongues and he found little hideaways under rotting floorboards. His favourite place, however, was a little brook just outside of the village. He would sit upon the grass near the brook, under the shade of a nice tall tree. He would sit there and think, and this is where he discovered them.

Little voices floated through the ear and reached Golithe’s ears. He strained to understand and sat as still as a stone. And then they came to him. First just a few fluttered and danced about, their little arms waving and their legs kicking, and the ones with wings floated in the air about his head.

They were fairies, and Golithe was enticed. They whispered in his ears and sang to him. They lifted tufts of his hair and laughed. Some of them glowed when the sun set, giving off soft and radiant light in many colours. They grew on Golithe, and it seemed Golithe grew on them. Within time they would play him music and the ones with fins would swim with him in the brook. They would fly into his cottage window during the night and whisper into his ear while he slept. They would play with the edges of his journal pages, the worn pages on which he has accounted his whole story. Golithe was content living in his world of mutual silence, even if the silence was broken by hums and songs. There was a barrier of languages between the two, the fairies and Golithe. Yet he remains. He remains with his personality, his likes, and his dislikes. His interest in the fairies and even their smaller cousin, the pixie. He remains thinking wars and cruelties are distasteful, and he remains thoughtful and quiet. He remains silent.

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Originally coded by: dreamsky
Edited by: Blindastrum
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