the Eldan Monastery / ~ The ruins
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the Eldan Monastery / ~ The ruins
From afar Gwendolin was already able to see the two buildings. The house of the Druids of the Forest and – her destination – the Eldan Monastery. Her white cloak waved gently in the damp wind. It was quite early in the morning and the mist hadn't vanished yet and the grass underneath her was moist with dew.
The forest she passed by carried the first signs of the beginning autumn. The leaves were withered and the ground was already covered with some foliage.
It took her some more minutes before she reached the building finally. Gwendolin stroke the hood of her white cloak back and her crystal blue eyes examined the wooden door for a moment, before she raised her hand and knocked at it.
Silence.
It felt like an eternity that she waited there outside and she wondered already if she was too early. But after a while she was able to hear steps from the inside and with a creaking noise the door was opened...
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A grand dark skinned man, clothed in a black robe, opens the door and nods to the lady. He holds a candle in one hand. In the building, you can hear monks singing spiritual chants.
"I recieved your letter. Please follow me to your room."
He leaves into the dark, the small yellow grow in his hands. With a short gesture he pointed toward a small chamber. He opens the door, and daylight falls in.
"This was Randelon's room a long time ago. It will be yours now."
Through the windos you can see Darius, Peeny some other monks working in the garden.
"I recieved your letter. Please follow me to your room."
He leaves into the dark, the small yellow grow in his hands. With a short gesture he pointed toward a small chamber. He opens the door, and daylight falls in.
"This was Randelon's room a long time ago. It will be yours now."
Through the windos you can see Darius, Peeny some other monks working in the garden.
The halfling, Peeny Peelburrow, is quietly tending the garden, his gloved hands digging in the dirt to create room for more plants. The garden seems well-tended. He plants some nightangels blossom and smiles, brushing off his gloves.
After some small talk with Darius and two other monks, he quietly goes on with his work as if nothing ever happened. He hasn't seemed to noticed the arrival of guests.
After some small talk with Darius and two other monks, he quietly goes on with his work as if nothing ever happened. He hasn't seemed to noticed the arrival of guests.
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Gwendolin examined the chamber. It was indeed humble, but nothing else was to be expected. After all this was a monastery, no castle.
But despite her nobility her family always lived humble, so she wasn't much used to anything else. Quite the converse - she really enjoyed it that way.
She bows her head to brother Markous. "I thank you a lot for your hospitality, Brother Markous. I will unpack my things and then have a look if there is anything I can help doing."
Her gaze wanders to the window and she watches the halfling working in the garden, before her crystal blue eyes linger on Darius for quite a while.
But despite her nobility her family always lived humble, so she wasn't much used to anything else. Quite the converse - she really enjoyed it that way.
She bows her head to brother Markous. "I thank you a lot for your hospitality, Brother Markous. I will unpack my things and then have a look if there is anything I can help doing."
Her gaze wanders to the window and she watches the halfling working in the garden, before her crystal blue eyes linger on Darius for quite a while.
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A few days later Gwendolin sat thoughtfully on her bed. Her crystal blue eyes lingered on the sheathed sword that was leaning against the wall, next to the window.
"He would want me to go on", she thought. "He wouldn't want that I live like this til the end of my days... without living the dreams that were him denied to live. Maybe, for the sake of the both of us..."
She raised from the bed to reach for the swords hilt, but she stopped in the movement as she saw someone in the garden. Drawing her hand back, she looked out of the window and examined Darius from afar. Her lips formed into a gentle smile, but she shook her head in the very next moment.
"I wish I would know his thoughts. His words are as well considered as mine. Honest words and yet they do not give away what the heart behind it really means..."
"He would want me to go on", she thought. "He wouldn't want that I live like this til the end of my days... without living the dreams that were him denied to live. Maybe, for the sake of the both of us..."
She raised from the bed to reach for the swords hilt, but she stopped in the movement as she saw someone in the garden. Drawing her hand back, she looked out of the window and examined Darius from afar. Her lips formed into a gentle smile, but she shook her head in the very next moment.
"I wish I would know his thoughts. His words are as well considered as mine. Honest words and yet they do not give away what the heart behind it really means..."
Moving with care through the small garden of the monastery Darius's mind was elsewhere, the happenings of the night just past sending his mind into a turmoil of uncertainty and anxiety. His new life upon Gobaith had suited him well, seeing to his duties and spending the little time he had free within the gardens was to many a boring life, but to him it was a comfortable life free of worry, until now.
A shared meal, a quiet talk by a fire, words shared of the past. Thoughts shared of the future, yet was it more. or was it not. The look in her eyes, and the flush of her cheeks after he had rested a hand of comfort upon her shoulder. Was he reading this wrong, a part of him wished he was not, yet what would a lady see in a man like himself, who's only true interest lay in the garden he now walked.
Kneeling down Darius carefully plucks a plant from its bed and looks upon the petals, the scarlet hues of its petals catching the early morning sun.
A shared meal, a quiet talk by a fire, words shared of the past. Thoughts shared of the future, yet was it more. or was it not. The look in her eyes, and the flush of her cheeks after he had rested a hand of comfort upon her shoulder. Was he reading this wrong, a part of him wished he was not, yet what would a lady see in a man like himself, who's only true interest lay in the garden he now walked.
Kneeling down Darius carefully plucks a plant from its bed and looks upon the petals, the scarlet hues of its petals catching the early morning sun.
A lizard figure, wearing a white cloak with the symbol of the white flame on it, walks close to where Darius lies.
Tiredly, the figure sits down next to him. "Are you all right brother? What isss going on.. you sseem, troubled to ssay the leassst..."
Selisidour looks around, "Who wass that woman who came? I have never sseen her before"
He wags his tail, and while he waits for answers, examines the flowers...
Tiredly, the figure sits down next to him. "Are you all right brother? What isss going on.. you sseem, troubled to ssay the leassst..."
Selisidour looks around, "Who wass that woman who came? I have never sseen her before"
He wags his tail, and while he waits for answers, examines the flowers...
Looking to his side Darius's light blue eye's rest upon the lizard Selisdour, a smile crossing his lips.
' Be greeted brother ' His words soft, and spoken lightly beneath his breath leave the mans lips before he once more looks to the petal before releasing it and allowing it to float to the ground.
' Troubled, perhaps brother. but it is nothing which you can help me with im afraid. How of you my friend, you look tired, have you just returned from a journey? '
Some thoughts were not meant to be shared it seemed, and some troubles needed to be faced by one's self not others...
' Be greeted brother ' His words soft, and spoken lightly beneath his breath leave the mans lips before he once more looks to the petal before releasing it and allowing it to float to the ground.
' Troubled, perhaps brother. but it is nothing which you can help me with im afraid. How of you my friend, you look tired, have you just returned from a journey? '
Some thoughts were not meant to be shared it seemed, and some troubles needed to be faced by one's self not others...
Selisidour sits down next to him
Nothing special, but it ssseemsss the undead are becoming sstronger, dark magic i think
He looks at Darius closer
Perhaps I can't help you out by actionsss, but a problem when it iss sshared amoungst many, it becomess a problem lesss...or sso ssayss the wordss of Zhambra
He flicks his tail slightly, and looks worried
Nothing special, but it ssseemsss the undead are becoming sstronger, dark magic i think
He looks at Darius closer
Perhaps I can't help you out by actionsss, but a problem when it iss sshared amoungst many, it becomess a problem lesss...or sso ssayss the wordss of Zhambra
He flicks his tail slightly, and looks worried
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Gwendolin dashed forwards and striked out. Every muscle of her body was tensed, the shield was raised and her voice joined the battle yell of her comrades. Her blade crossed another and she stumbled back as someone nearly fell into herself. She blocked a strike of one of her foes with her shield but due to the adrenalin she didn't even feel the pain that caused in her arm. Occasionally, when she was able she to catch some breath, she looked for her fiance. He was fighting on the same battlefield with her – defending their town. Seeking him out, she fought her way through to him, to fight at his side. Gwendolin was close to him already. But not close enough.
She saw how he was losing his sword and desperately threw up his shield, but it was too late. It was a noise that she would never forget, as the blade of the foe pierced though his armour and pushed into his flesh. Gwendolin yelled his name.
„AIDAN!“
She pushed herself fowards and fought off the soldier who fell her love and despite any logic or caution she kneeled then to her fiance, grabbing him at his armour and pulling him to her. „Aidan, Aidan! No...“
Carefully she pulled off the mans helmet but... it was not Aidan.Gwendolins eyes widened and everything around her started to blurr. It was not Aidan... it was Darius who she was holding in her arms.
„Darius...“, she whispered, while everything disappeared around, and so did the man in her arms. As she looked up slowly, she wasn't anymore at the battlefield either. She was sitting on the ground and around her, were the foundation walls of an unfinished temple...
Gwendolin woke up. She blinked a few times and it took her some moments to recognize where she was. The Eldan Monastery. Her room. It was still dark outside.
Her heart pounded heavily and she sat up slowly in her bed, wiping some sweat from her forehead. She felt like crying, but she didn't... she hadn't cried since ages. But this dream... It had reflected all of the fears she was carrying deep inside.
Yet again she was at point in her life, where she was so close to fulfill all her dreams, to experience life at its fullest. To love someone so deeply and to build a place to live together.
Gwendolin has been there already,... but then everything was taken from her and all her dreams were shattered into pieces.
Slowly the lady with the red hair pulled herself out of the bed. Straightening her nightgown, she quietly opened her door and left her room. Barefooted she walked a few doors down the corridor and then stopped...
Darius was a gentleman with his whole being and this was of course still a monastery. That led to that they were still sleeping in seperate rooms, though they were a couple.
Gwendolin raised her hand in an attempt to open the door she was standing infront, but she stopped. She knew he was sleeping inside there and right now there was nothing she wished more than just entering. To walk over to his bed and wake him gently. She would tell him about her dream and he would wrap his arms around her and pull her into his protecting embrace and tell her that everything is alright. And that he loves her.
Gwendolin smiled at that thought and she relaxed slowly. Just thinking about it reassured her and instead of entering his room, she only laid her hand carefully onto the wooden door and she rested for a few moments. She thought about Darius who was inside there and who was probably in a peaceful slumber. With a soft sigh and a gentle smile she walked back quietly to her room...
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Gwendolins usual clear eyes became dull as she looked at the ruins. That what lay before here, was everything that was left of the Eldan Monastery. A heap of ruins.
In a slow manner Gwendolin kneeled on the grass and eyed the remains of what she called her home for months. Her heart grew heavy at the sight. How often have the pillars of her life been shattered this way. How often have her dreams and hopes been destroyed.
That her father fell ill eventually saved hers and Darius life. And even though Gwendolin should be thankful for this, she felt bad. She was sure that Darius felt the same. Both weren't there in the most critical moment and Gwendolin didn't know how to think about it.
She should have been there, fighting side by side with the others and die with them, if it would have been according to Zhambras plan. But apparently Zhambras plan was something else... since hasn't be there at the battle against Negros and his minions, but was here now. Kneeling infront of this heap of ruins.
A few months ago Gwendolins plan was it to build a tempel dedicated to Zhambra upon this island. It had meant so much to her. Even Darius knew it and digged deeper after she had told him about the changes of her plans. „But the tempel was what you dreamed, love..“ He had said to her. And she was only able to nod.
Yes, it has been a dream. But Gwendolin didn't doubt that the rebuilding of the monastery was of more importance than her own personal dreams. And she came already to a decision.
Once more Gwendolin looked over the wreckage and once more it reminded her on her own life.
„Where do you wish to lead me, Zhambra“, she thought as she closed her eyes. „Which is the path you want me to walk? Every way I decide to go ends up shattered. End up as destroyed or unfinished dreams. Or the in the death of people I cared for. Not a single second I ever doubted you, my god. I never stopped to go on, no matter how often I stumbled or fell. And I will continue to go on. The Eldan monastery was a place of faith and that's what it shall become again – to offer shelter and help to those whose life lies in shattered pieces like this building now. Falk vom Walds and Brother Markous legacy shall not be forgotten like this.“
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Gwendolins Blick trübte sich leicht als sie auf die Ruinen blickte. Das, was nun vor ihr lag, war alles was vom Kloster Eldan übrig war. Ein Trümmerhaufen.
Langsam kniete sie sich ins Gras nieder und betrachtete still die Überreste von dem was sie für einige Zeit ihr Zuhause genannt hatte. Ihr Herz wurde schwer bei diesem Anblick. Wie oft schon wurden die Grundfesten ihres Lebens auf diese Weise zerrüttet. Wie oft schon wurden ihre Träume und Hoffnungen derartig zunichte gemacht.
Das ihr Vater erkrankt war, hatte wohl letztendlich ihr als auch Darius Leben gerettet. Und obwohl Gwendolin dankbar dafür sein sollte, so fühlte sie sich dennoch schlecht. Gwendolin war sich sicher, dass es Darius genauso ging. Beide waren sie im entscheidenden Moment nicht da gewesen und nun wusste Gwendolin nicht wie sie darüber denken sollte.
Sie hätte dort Seite an Seite mit den anderen kämpfen sollen. Und mit ihnen sterben, wäre dies Zhambras Plan für sie gewesen. Doch wie es schien, war Zhambras Plan ganz ein anderer... denn sie starb nun mal nicht an diesem Tag im Kampf gegen Negros und seinen Lakaien, sondern kniete nun jetzt hier. Vor diesem Haufen von Trümmern.
Vor einigen Monaten noch war es Gwendolins Plan gewesen einen Tempel zu Ehren Zhambras auf dieser Insel zu errichten. So viel war ihr am Bau dieses Tempels gelegen. Darius wusste dies und hatte sie selbst noch darauf hingewiesen. „Aber der Tempel war das wovon du immer geträumt hast“, hatte er nachgehakt, als Gwendolin von ihrem Plan erzählte. Sie war nur in der Lage zu nicken.
Ja, ein Traum war es gewesen. Aber Gwendolin zweifelte nicht daran, dass der Wiederaufbau des Kloster Eldans mehr Wichtigkeit besaß als ihre persönlichen Träume. Und ihr Entschluss war bereits gefallen.
Gwendolin öffnete wieder ihre Augen und blickte über die Ruinen die sie einmal mehr an ihr Leben erinnerten.
„Wohin willst du mich lenken, Zhambra?“, dachte Gwendolin „Was ist der Weg den du für mich bereithälst. Wohin soll ich nur gehen? Jeder der Wege die ich einschlage, enden in einem Trümmerhaufen. In zerstörten oder unfertigen Träumen. In dem Tod der Menschen die mir etwas bedeuten. Ich habe dich nie eine Sekunde angezweifelt, mein Gott. Ich habe nie aufgehört weiterzugehen, ganz gleich wie oft ich stolperte oder fiel. Und ich werde auch jetzt weitergehen. Das Kloster Eldan war ein Ort des Glaubens und dies soll er wieder werden und jenen Schutz und Hilfe bieten, deren Leben so in Trümmern liegt, wie diese Bauten. Falk vom Walds und Bruder Markous Erbe sollte nicht so leicht in Vergessenheit geraten.“
Gwendolins usual clear eyes became dull as she looked at the ruins. That what lay before here, was everything that was left of the Eldan Monastery. A heap of ruins.
In a slow manner Gwendolin kneeled on the grass and eyed the remains of what she called her home for months. Her heart grew heavy at the sight. How often have the pillars of her life been shattered this way. How often have her dreams and hopes been destroyed.
That her father fell ill eventually saved hers and Darius life. And even though Gwendolin should be thankful for this, she felt bad. She was sure that Darius felt the same. Both weren't there in the most critical moment and Gwendolin didn't know how to think about it.
She should have been there, fighting side by side with the others and die with them, if it would have been according to Zhambras plan. But apparently Zhambras plan was something else... since hasn't be there at the battle against Negros and his minions, but was here now. Kneeling infront of this heap of ruins.
A few months ago Gwendolins plan was it to build a tempel dedicated to Zhambra upon this island. It had meant so much to her. Even Darius knew it and digged deeper after she had told him about the changes of her plans. „But the tempel was what you dreamed, love..“ He had said to her. And she was only able to nod.
Yes, it has been a dream. But Gwendolin didn't doubt that the rebuilding of the monastery was of more importance than her own personal dreams. And she came already to a decision.
Once more Gwendolin looked over the wreckage and once more it reminded her on her own life.
„Where do you wish to lead me, Zhambra“, she thought as she closed her eyes. „Which is the path you want me to walk? Every way I decide to go ends up shattered. End up as destroyed or unfinished dreams. Or the in the death of people I cared for. Not a single second I ever doubted you, my god. I never stopped to go on, no matter how often I stumbled or fell. And I will continue to go on. The Eldan monastery was a place of faith and that's what it shall become again – to offer shelter and help to those whose life lies in shattered pieces like this building now. Falk vom Walds and Brother Markous legacy shall not be forgotten like this.“
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Gwendolins Blick trübte sich leicht als sie auf die Ruinen blickte. Das, was nun vor ihr lag, war alles was vom Kloster Eldan übrig war. Ein Trümmerhaufen.
Langsam kniete sie sich ins Gras nieder und betrachtete still die Überreste von dem was sie für einige Zeit ihr Zuhause genannt hatte. Ihr Herz wurde schwer bei diesem Anblick. Wie oft schon wurden die Grundfesten ihres Lebens auf diese Weise zerrüttet. Wie oft schon wurden ihre Träume und Hoffnungen derartig zunichte gemacht.
Das ihr Vater erkrankt war, hatte wohl letztendlich ihr als auch Darius Leben gerettet. Und obwohl Gwendolin dankbar dafür sein sollte, so fühlte sie sich dennoch schlecht. Gwendolin war sich sicher, dass es Darius genauso ging. Beide waren sie im entscheidenden Moment nicht da gewesen und nun wusste Gwendolin nicht wie sie darüber denken sollte.
Sie hätte dort Seite an Seite mit den anderen kämpfen sollen. Und mit ihnen sterben, wäre dies Zhambras Plan für sie gewesen. Doch wie es schien, war Zhambras Plan ganz ein anderer... denn sie starb nun mal nicht an diesem Tag im Kampf gegen Negros und seinen Lakaien, sondern kniete nun jetzt hier. Vor diesem Haufen von Trümmern.
Vor einigen Monaten noch war es Gwendolins Plan gewesen einen Tempel zu Ehren Zhambras auf dieser Insel zu errichten. So viel war ihr am Bau dieses Tempels gelegen. Darius wusste dies und hatte sie selbst noch darauf hingewiesen. „Aber der Tempel war das wovon du immer geträumt hast“, hatte er nachgehakt, als Gwendolin von ihrem Plan erzählte. Sie war nur in der Lage zu nicken.
Ja, ein Traum war es gewesen. Aber Gwendolin zweifelte nicht daran, dass der Wiederaufbau des Kloster Eldans mehr Wichtigkeit besaß als ihre persönlichen Träume. Und ihr Entschluss war bereits gefallen.
Gwendolin öffnete wieder ihre Augen und blickte über die Ruinen die sie einmal mehr an ihr Leben erinnerten.
„Wohin willst du mich lenken, Zhambra?“, dachte Gwendolin „Was ist der Weg den du für mich bereithälst. Wohin soll ich nur gehen? Jeder der Wege die ich einschlage, enden in einem Trümmerhaufen. In zerstörten oder unfertigen Träumen. In dem Tod der Menschen die mir etwas bedeuten. Ich habe dich nie eine Sekunde angezweifelt, mein Gott. Ich habe nie aufgehört weiterzugehen, ganz gleich wie oft ich stolperte oder fiel. Und ich werde auch jetzt weitergehen. Das Kloster Eldan war ein Ort des Glaubens und dies soll er wieder werden und jenen Schutz und Hilfe bieten, deren Leben so in Trümmern liegt, wie diese Bauten. Falk vom Walds und Bruder Markous Erbe sollte nicht so leicht in Vergessenheit geraten.“
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Gwendolin sat down at her table and looked over it. There were a lot of parchments. Maps, plans and a few calculations she had wrote down. The last weeks she's spent to plan and to think about the rebuilding, but actually... she didn't came far at all. Her thoughts were always somewhere else and her troubled mind wasn't helpful at all.
Only tonight Gwendolin had stopped working and went to tavern to at least spent a few hours outside, even if alone...
Slowly her hand reached out and pulled one of the parchments from underneath some others. It was the only one that had nothing to do with her work, but was an unfinished letter. Her crystal blue eyes wandered over the lines and a few moments later she crumpled it. Though Gwendolin was a woman of honesty and frankness, but open herself up to Darius made her fear inside. She deeply longed for sharing her thoughts with him, but there was this anxiety she would have to overcome first. What would his reaction be?
Gwendolin would not want that he feels forced or pushed... and these lines were... they were naive. A grown up woman. Of course, she would be able to wait. She had waited for the longest time in her life.
The lady raised from the chair, leaving all the work behind she didn't have the mind for anyway, and sat down upon the bed. It was already getting bright outside and with every new sunbeam that lightened the world outside, her heart grew heavier. What would a new sunrise feel like, she wondered, while gazing out of the window in thought. And why was it so difficult to let the light in.
"But with letting the light in, one lets in the changes", Gwendolin thought and somehow she knew that exactly this was the same problem that made Darius hesitate. Oh, how much did it hurt her. And how much would she be afraid, if he wouldn't. It felt like there was no step forwards to do and not a step back...
Laying herself down she closed her eyes. Admittedly she found at least some distraction and relief today in tavern. It has been Kane Sterling who she had found next to her in the end. The man was so empathetic that Gwendolin told him about... everything. About her troubled mind, her unfounded fears and ramblings. And he listened, comforted and encouraged her. And made her smile.
It was one of the few evenings she truly had enjoyed lately... all the others were only wasted by working on the plans and waiting for Darius to show up and maybe just steal her away - but it didn't happen.
"Kane Sterling", Gwendolin thought... before she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Only tonight Gwendolin had stopped working and went to tavern to at least spent a few hours outside, even if alone...
Slowly her hand reached out and pulled one of the parchments from underneath some others. It was the only one that had nothing to do with her work, but was an unfinished letter. Her crystal blue eyes wandered over the lines and a few moments later she crumpled it. Though Gwendolin was a woman of honesty and frankness, but open herself up to Darius made her fear inside. She deeply longed for sharing her thoughts with him, but there was this anxiety she would have to overcome first. What would his reaction be?
Gwendolin would not want that he feels forced or pushed... and these lines were... they were naive. A grown up woman. Of course, she would be able to wait. She had waited for the longest time in her life.
The lady raised from the chair, leaving all the work behind she didn't have the mind for anyway, and sat down upon the bed. It was already getting bright outside and with every new sunbeam that lightened the world outside, her heart grew heavier. What would a new sunrise feel like, she wondered, while gazing out of the window in thought. And why was it so difficult to let the light in.
"But with letting the light in, one lets in the changes", Gwendolin thought and somehow she knew that exactly this was the same problem that made Darius hesitate. Oh, how much did it hurt her. And how much would she be afraid, if he wouldn't. It felt like there was no step forwards to do and not a step back...
Laying herself down she closed her eyes. Admittedly she found at least some distraction and relief today in tavern. It has been Kane Sterling who she had found next to her in the end. The man was so empathetic that Gwendolin told him about... everything. About her troubled mind, her unfounded fears and ramblings. And he listened, comforted and encouraged her. And made her smile.
It was one of the few evenings she truly had enjoyed lately... all the others were only wasted by working on the plans and waiting for Darius to show up and maybe just steal her away - but it didn't happen.
"Kane Sterling", Gwendolin thought... before she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
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Kane made his way from the Inn to the western guardshack.
Slowly he climbed the ladder to the top, and stopped.
He looked over the horizon as the morning sun was beginning to rise.
Slowly he placed his hands into his pockets and sat down. He began to think.
He thought of his evening with Gwendolin and everything she'd told him.
He thought of everything he'd told her in return. He smiled softly to himself.
His smile slowly faded as he began to think on the situation.
He had a strange feeling in his heart now, that could only be filled by one person.
Gwendolin.
He shook his head softly.
..."It would never work. She's got Darius.. They'll be happy together.
He couldn't come between them, not after she'd expressed her want for him.
How she'd said she would wait for him.
..."I can't ruin such a thing, she loves him. But. I just can't stop thinking of her.."
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
..."I won't ruin it." He said firmly to himself.
Slowly he brought himself into a kneeling position against the wall of the tower and leaned heavily against it.
Slowly his mind wandered. And he fell asleep.
Slowly he climbed the ladder to the top, and stopped.
He looked over the horizon as the morning sun was beginning to rise.
Slowly he placed his hands into his pockets and sat down. He began to think.
He thought of his evening with Gwendolin and everything she'd told him.
He thought of everything he'd told her in return. He smiled softly to himself.
His smile slowly faded as he began to think on the situation.
He had a strange feeling in his heart now, that could only be filled by one person.
Gwendolin.
He shook his head softly.
..."It would never work. She's got Darius.. They'll be happy together.
He couldn't come between them, not after she'd expressed her want for him.
How she'd said she would wait for him.
..."I can't ruin such a thing, she loves him. But. I just can't stop thinking of her.."
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
..."I won't ruin it." He said firmly to himself.
Slowly he brought himself into a kneeling position against the wall of the tower and leaned heavily against it.
Slowly his mind wandered. And he fell asleep.
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Atuan Silverheart
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Atuan kneels infrot of the Monastery altar, leaning with both of his hands, on the handle of a giant blade. His head is bowed and his eyes are closed. Only a slow, whispered prayer breaks trough the darkness of the night
"Zhambra, give me wisdom... Give me strenght to walk on your path and stay rightful to bring honor to your name. "
The paladin pauses a bit, and raises his head looking at the moon with his pure eyes. A moonbeam strikes trough the opened window, against his armor, making it shine in a divine light. A light wind flikers his long hair giving him a cold, but nice, feeling.
"All this evil... all this unpure hearts... all this wicked and corupt minds... I shall be your savior or I shall be your executioner!"
"Zhambra, give me wisdom... Give me strenght to walk on your path and stay rightful to bring honor to your name. "
The paladin pauses a bit, and raises his head looking at the moon with his pure eyes. A moonbeam strikes trough the opened window, against his armor, making it shine in a divine light. A light wind flikers his long hair giving him a cold, but nice, feeling.
"All this evil... all this unpure hearts... all this wicked and corupt minds... I shall be your savior or I shall be your executioner!"