Memories are Forever

Lyo often was visited by childhood memories
since he lived again in hungary.
Ever since him and his crew managed to re build an old
castle ruin to have a halfway decent stable
he could see most of his memories becomming alive in the landscape.
The years on the sea and on Jamaica coiuldnt take them away.

He strolled sometimes around in a village, nearby where RPS was located at.
Hidegkút, the place he was born at.
Always there was a rush of emotions to feel back in time,
almost impossible when he thought if it HOW FAR
he had been going. How many miles away he lived so many lifes
and now he was back home.
Using again the name of their Family, he felt like he finally could live up for it.
forgetting about the mask of Ferrigno.
It was a much more true feeling at the olympics to hear the speakers
saying "Szekuly Tivadar". He felt reborn. maybe it could be even called that way?
It also filled him with a bit of anxiety. Socially he struggled a lot at that time,
going against the stream most of the time, believing in things others did not.
Who would have ever believed he‘d become a Pirate captain? 
The sidekick of an Admiral of the russian Imperial Navy? 
Maybe his mom did. She seemed to know from the start who he truly is...

One night after the huge competition he was exhausted to the bones
and just dropped into bed and fell immeadiately asleep.
A memory came back as a dream, so vivid like he was there.


There was a huge excitement in the village when i woke up.
The voice of an officer halled through the streets very early in the morning.
They were talking about royals giving their blood for their home,
i didnt understood quite well, he was talking in a different dialect.
I dont know for how long i've been laying there, half asleep listening
to the foreign man, hearing there was already a whole audience in the streets.
suddenly i heard my father's name being called. "Ifjabb Szekuly Sándor".
I jumped up of curiosity and wanted to wake Tamás, but realized he was
gone already to russia. I often wondered if Father sent him away only
because he knew there was a war comming and he didnt wanted Tamás to be involved.
I remember the breakfast was silent. My parents kept their eyes on each other
all the time. Father always smiled at my mother, but it was a different smile this time.
I gladly watched him later tacking Vitéz, the stallion brought him home safely so many times,
also when he was deadrunk in the neighbour village. His face had greyed out already,
but there was no chance my father would have taken another horse with him.
I loved his fancy tack and my father's colourfull uniform. Mother hugged him many times
before he finally mounted, he told me to take care of her and held his hand out for the
hat i refused to give him back.
There was this typical stern look in his eyes which was followed by a sly smile as he raised his brow
"Tivadar...you don't want the Tatars chasing you, do you?"


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Lyo, Bilzzard (Szekuly Sándor), Lesli © by the Cursed Pirate
(Tamás is Vidar)