For the sweet souvenir
Posted July 4th, 2008 by Trynian
"Goldhand, you will not kill him. He means nothing, neither does his family. They are a pack, by Jove's beard! They are nothing but a band of savage wolves! You torture yourself and your family to have ever dealt with them in the first place. Arthenium can't stop complaining over their mockable choice of words. Times have changed far too fast, in my opinion, I mean, they know nothing, they learn nothing, they troup together like half-witted fools and think they can treat everybody like everybody, while ..."
The sergeant walked on slowly. It was still a low rank in The Ring, but it was higher than Trynian's young-blood.
Trynian did not follow, he turned around, angered. He could have killed him. He wielded the strength and had the forces to end all of his enemies. But The Ring wouldn't allow it.
"Graves and grass..."
Eliras stroke her hand over his naked skin. His shirt hung losely around his shoulders, two backpacks lay a bit further on the beach, next to his saber and his weaponry. His hand moved to her belly and stroke it softly. His beautiful baby girl.
”Yes, Goldhand, yes! Unjoyful day! How dare you send me to those sheep-mongrels! In the old days, I dealt with diplomacy between guilds and forces. Now you send me to a half-dramatic elven couple, who probably dance naked around fires and sacrifice sheep and drink their blood! This has been the last time, you hear! The last time!
Arthenium seemed furious, but he was a pleasent man indeed. His anger was nothing but misplaced annoyance. Trynian chuckled willingly as he passed Arthenium in the keep’s halls, but just walked onwards.
Arthenium yelled as loud as he could: “Besides, I could hardly stop laughing! Do you know they doubt that the child is your child!? What do these people really know of you, Goldhand!? Don’t they know you’re an elf, or what!?
Trynian had chuckled heartidly when walking outside, he felt so free, so careless. Nothing could break him anymore.
”Be safe, Trynian! There will be a place for you with us when you decide to return, one day!”
Arthenium stood on the ramp outside the keep, waving his hand.
”Humans … Nothing but … Graves and Grass!”
Eliras lay her hand on his, slowly moving it over her belly. He had felt her sorrow, such pains … He knew he was only pained because she was. None ever understood their love. Cathrinne later admitted she started this off as a joke, bringing them together to have a laugh with Eliras. But he can still perfectly remember the first time he saw her.
”I require all Vanguards near the City hall, emediatly! Over”.
”Sir … I’m a bit bussy in Westfall … I don’t think …”
”You don’t think you can make it? Bah … fine! What is it with you people anyways, always too bussy for duty? Over.”
”I … I’m sorry sir, I’ll be right over, sir … please excuse me.”
Moments later he crossed her on the bridge to the Old Town, from the Dwarven District. He took her to the Champion’s hall to talk.
”Splendid, splendid, Initiate. You shall do exactly as I expect from the First division, you shall be my …”
”Eyes and ears, sir.”
He looked at her, a soft smile on his lips. He could have known then, yet only truely found out a month later. She would be the only one able to bring a stroke of happiness in his life.
They had been through so much since then. They had lost their first child, something she weeped over for so long. They spent all their free time together, never would she leave his side, unless ordered to. She hated to be a Vanguard. She stayed only for him. It was not her life. One day she burst out in anger, no longer able to handle it. He understood. The sacrifices she made, their child, their unborn child, because of the Order. Her time, all the work, all the stress, all the mockings of those who didn’t know any better … He disbanded the rabble. He knew only few would be able to forgive him. But for her, he’d do anything. He’d die for her.
None-the-less, certain Vanguards remained loyal. Often it were those that had always been sceptical to his orders that were. Wills, Rauikos, Millyana, … Brave men, brave soldiers. Oh how he hoped he could have offered them more. They are the new, strong generation, as Aluuna would say. They truely are.
Even after they both had fled the lands, trying to escape their capture, after they found out of his corruption, after they captured him and put him in a cell for 5 weeks, after his death sentence, his new escape, the constant running away from … even then, she remained oh so loyal to him. He remembered asking Arthenium to look after her during those five weeks he was gone. How could he ever be angry with someone who had to put up with these things, and still remained so loyal. Unlike someone else, who changes husbands like she changes clothes, Eliras, very well capable of living and providing for herself, always returned.
He was so proud of her. She had been so strong. She had made and remade her boundaries, for him. And now, one last time, she’d do so again.
“Love, they are here. Are you ready?“
She smiled, nodding ever so confidently.
“Yes, let’s go away. I’m tired of these people. I’m tired of all of them. We’ve made this world, we’ve seen it all, we’ve given them everything and were given nothing in return.“
He kissed her lips tenderly, stroke his hand over her hip once more before standing up, helping her up and retrieving his bags and saber. „We’ll be alone at last. By the ocean, alone, our own house, our Edhellen raised without the bad influences of others.“
They both looked back once more towards the lands they had known so well, before walking towards the boat, provided by The Ring, that would bring them to their final destination.
“Will we ever return, love?“
“We will one day. We’re not needed for now.“
Nobody knows whether or not life is stronger than death. But those that felt it, those that really know what it means to love, also know that it conquers both life and death.Troublesome years had passed.He was none-the-less proud of what they had reached. They had, without intending, created something stronger than anybody else ever would. He had been accepted in The Ring, an organisation he did not even know of before he became what he is now. And he found the love of his life. No ... he wouldn't call it love. It was something more. They both understood it was something more. Something none had put into words before, a sense of adoration towards eachother. They wanted nothing but to sacrifice themselves for eachother, which often lead into troublesome situations.He stroke her cheek, smiling. No matter how unfaithful she had been, he had to take all things into consideration. He had abandonned her as a husband when he should have been with her, supported her through the difficult periods he himself had forced her in. If anybody was to blame, it was him and the foul creature that used her.
"Goldhand, you will not kill him. He means nothing, neither does his family. They are a pack, by Jove's beard! They are nothing but a band of savage wolves! You torture yourself and your family to have ever dealt with them in the first place. Arthenium can't stop complaining over their mockable choice of words. Times have changed far too fast, in my opinion, I mean, they know nothing, they learn nothing, they troup together like half-witted fools and think they can treat everybody like everybody, while ..."
The sergeant walked on slowly. It was still a low rank in The Ring, but it was higher than Trynian's young-blood.
Trynian did not follow, he turned around, angered. He could have killed him. He wielded the strength and had the forces to end all of his enemies. But The Ring wouldn't allow it.
"Graves and grass..."
Eliras stroke her hand over his naked skin. His shirt hung losely around his shoulders, two backpacks lay a bit further on the beach, next to his saber and his weaponry. His hand moved to her belly and stroke it softly. His beautiful baby girl.
”Yes, Goldhand, yes! Unjoyful day! How dare you send me to those sheep-mongrels! In the old days, I dealt with diplomacy between guilds and forces. Now you send me to a half-dramatic elven couple, who probably dance naked around fires and sacrifice sheep and drink their blood! This has been the last time, you hear! The last time!
Arthenium seemed furious, but he was a pleasent man indeed. His anger was nothing but misplaced annoyance. Trynian chuckled willingly as he passed Arthenium in the keep’s halls, but just walked onwards.
Arthenium yelled as loud as he could: “Besides, I could hardly stop laughing! Do you know they doubt that the child is your child!? What do these people really know of you, Goldhand!? Don’t they know you’re an elf, or what!?
Trynian had chuckled heartidly when walking outside, he felt so free, so careless. Nothing could break him anymore.
”Be safe, Trynian! There will be a place for you with us when you decide to return, one day!”
Arthenium stood on the ramp outside the keep, waving his hand.
”Humans … Nothing but … Graves and Grass!”
Eliras lay her hand on his, slowly moving it over her belly. He had felt her sorrow, such pains … He knew he was only pained because she was. None ever understood their love. Cathrinne later admitted she started this off as a joke, bringing them together to have a laugh with Eliras. But he can still perfectly remember the first time he saw her.
”I require all Vanguards near the City hall, emediatly! Over”.
”Sir … I’m a bit bussy in Westfall … I don’t think …”
”You don’t think you can make it? Bah … fine! What is it with you people anyways, always too bussy for duty? Over.”
”I … I’m sorry sir, I’ll be right over, sir … please excuse me.”
Moments later he crossed her on the bridge to the Old Town, from the Dwarven District. He took her to the Champion’s hall to talk.
”Splendid, splendid, Initiate. You shall do exactly as I expect from the First division, you shall be my …”
”Eyes and ears, sir.”
He looked at her, a soft smile on his lips. He could have known then, yet only truely found out a month later. She would be the only one able to bring a stroke of happiness in his life.
They had been through so much since then. They had lost their first child, something she weeped over for so long. They spent all their free time together, never would she leave his side, unless ordered to. She hated to be a Vanguard. She stayed only for him. It was not her life. One day she burst out in anger, no longer able to handle it. He understood. The sacrifices she made, their child, their unborn child, because of the Order. Her time, all the work, all the stress, all the mockings of those who didn’t know any better … He disbanded the rabble. He knew only few would be able to forgive him. But for her, he’d do anything. He’d die for her.
None-the-less, certain Vanguards remained loyal. Often it were those that had always been sceptical to his orders that were. Wills, Rauikos, Millyana, … Brave men, brave soldiers. Oh how he hoped he could have offered them more. They are the new, strong generation, as Aluuna would say. They truely are.
Even after they both had fled the lands, trying to escape their capture, after they found out of his corruption, after they captured him and put him in a cell for 5 weeks, after his death sentence, his new escape, the constant running away from … even then, she remained oh so loyal to him. He remembered asking Arthenium to look after her during those five weeks he was gone. How could he ever be angry with someone who had to put up with these things, and still remained so loyal. Unlike someone else, who changes husbands like she changes clothes, Eliras, very well capable of living and providing for herself, always returned.
He was so proud of her. She had been so strong. She had made and remade her boundaries, for him. And now, one last time, she’d do so again.
“Love, they are here. Are you ready?“
She smiled, nodding ever so confidently.
“Yes, let’s go away. I’m tired of these people. I’m tired of all of them. We’ve made this world, we’ve seen it all, we’ve given them everything and were given nothing in return.“
He kissed her lips tenderly, stroke his hand over her hip once more before standing up, helping her up and retrieving his bags and saber. „We’ll be alone at last. By the ocean, alone, our own house, our Edhellen raised without the bad influences of others.“
They both looked back once more towards the lands they had known so well, before walking towards the boat, provided by The Ring, that would bring them to their final destination.
“Will we ever return, love?“
“We will one day. We’re not needed for now.“
„One day … I don’t see why we should. Let’s go live our dream, finally, after such a long time.“
The boat departed. Trynian Azzurei Goldhand and Eliras Munsol Azzurei Goldhand with it. Peace at last.
