Francis truly felt responsible for the salvation of the material world - as if its feeble axis rested on his character solely - that it was as his Lord before him had done, that he might transmute all sin, and bulk load Humanity onto the path of virtue's eternity.
Small animals would often congregate in his camp, drawn to this saint in the making.
Francis had no knowledge of his true parentage, as Pica subscribed to secrets. She had feared that because the Fey were outcasts from normal society he would be even more misunderstood if it were known. And so Francesco thought himself to be a mortal as any other.
Yet he never saw things as other boys or men did see: colors and shapes revealed their auras of longing; everything he saw he perceived to have a soul. Creatures could speak to him; visions would appear in the water and the air; and worldly concerns were quick to evaporate when he watched a flower open, or the sun reveal its morning face.
It could not be said that Francesco was a dreamer - for the marvels he fathomed were all very very real.
He was however, a Fey-man dislocated from his own, interpreting the manly sorrows with a keen and concerting empathy for all.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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