‣「 F U L L   S T O R Y 」

When he was born, Elyon was a little premature baby with a serious heart condition; the son of a young seducer and a wealthy businessman who, compelled by his powerful family, decided to keep the child with himself and banish the hustler woman far away, to avoid a scandal but to rely on an heir for his family business. Since childhood, he never knew nothing about his mother, thinking she died in childbirth, and never he was concerned about it, seeing in the father, a present and friendly figure despite all his commitments. When the child was about 3 years old and his illness began to get more and more debilitating, his father began to attend more frequently the infamous local of the gray metropolis, to distract himself from the sad sight of his creatures so unstable. You could say he was just a poor man, too weak to oppose the rules that his family required, despite in the eyes of everyone he could only seemed a rich bastard careless of the health of his son. See him always drunk as heading back at late hours accompanied by a different woman every night, confused Elyon, which as the years passed, could only find that kind of life normal. After all the company of those women, drink a lot and often, as well as smoking and laughing seemed to make his daddy really happy.

With this twisted picture of reality and the years that passed between medicines and new toys, the child arrived at his 7 birthday.

It was when he was opening his new gift, a hand-stitched soft bunny, sitting between the escort of his father, who treated him like a little brother, that Elyon closed his eyes while collapsing on the floor of his lounge unconscious. His father was too careless to deal with it, but thanks to the two girls who called the hospital, the child was taken to intensive care, and after a long hospitalization, and new medicines, he could go home, tired, but without the risk of death. In his little mind, the friends of his father, that he saw almost as sisters were heroines who loved him and took care of him and his father. You could say that he felt a strong admiration for what they did, obviously not understanding what was their real relationship, at least with the rich man. Over time, after the operation, the thin boy began to live a more serene and quiet life, forgetting his heart problems and getting used to the dissolute life of his father, that despite his recovery, had become addicted to that kind of life.

Due to this behavior, the money began to fail, and this only served to alarm the powerful family, that did not seem willing to care for him, but wanted to have full control over the child, that would thus become a leader better than his father. One day, when the child had gone to call his daddy in the room, to warn him that some people had come to see him, he found his father asleep on the desk and strangely alone, and then not receiving any answer from him, he ran back happily, to inform them that probably his daddy had worked too much. They came inside agitated, and so he went to the door of the room, looking awkward to them and listening to their speeches on the irresponsibility of his father, and the child's future. It was not clear if to their words the child had understood that his father's vices had killed him, or if he simply thought that he would sleep for a long time, but hearing them talk he was frightened enough to step back, and run as fast he could to seek help from the only people that he knew beside his father; the two girls that already in the past had helped him.

For a 10 year old child used to living at home, a child who did not know the city nor knew how to move around it, finding two specific escorts was almost impossible. And so Elyon found himself alone in the alleys of the gray metropolis, having to learn quickly what was the difference between what he believed right and what was the real life. To this day he does not remember well when he realized that his father would never come looking for him as no one else would ever searched for a rich heir there, but still remembers the days when through the fault of fasting and the thirst, he began to walk down the corrupt pathway, without a way back to the innocence.

He was not a street dog as the usual escort of nightclubs, he was young, with smooth skin and a beautiful face. It could be a misfortune as a blessing, and for the boy this was definitely a blessing. People soon learned his name, and with the time between the gray asphalt of the street and a rear seat of a car, food and water were no longer a problem. He was not the only young abandoned in the street, and growing he managed to make many friends thanks to his silly innocence, or the simple fact that unlike the others, he had no claim. The other guys were mostly orphans, or poor people who enjoyed betting cigarettes and getting into fights. And growing between a diet for get the perfect body for the rich and the smoke from a cigarette, in those gray streets, the frivolous personality of Elyon's forged slowly.

Since childhood he had never seen drugs, prostitution, alchool or smoking as a problem, and growing, even brawls or unbridled fun did not seem anything but normal life for a boy. He lived with all peace and serenity, he didn't deemed himself an unlucky person and while hearing the voices among the other guys about these two big and famous organizations, he thought only of what could be tedious to have to follow all the rules that an organization involves. But one day, life decides to give him another kick straight in the ribs. The pain began to return to the heart. The prolonged absence of care, abuse of substances as well as to go with anyone, had worsened his physical condition. His friends worried about him, tried to talk to him and convince him to calm down, but it was not easy, after all, that was his life, and how you can get away from anything that surrounds you?

The weeks passed, and one day, while smoking crouched near the bins, realizing how his life was slowly killing him, he heard some men talking about the two big organizations. Albus and Coracinus. Elyon was silent with tired and distant eyes to look at them, then smiled and stand up. Perhaps follow the rules that an organization entails, was not such a bad idea for a drifter like him. Maybe got a family, a place to call home or just start a new life far away from all the wrong things that surrounded him would be a good choice of life or at least could give a valid protection in exchange of services. With this thought, he went to look for any way to get involved with them.