Broken Wings
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Caitlin Fergus
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Broken Wings
It was a sunny morning as Caitlin walked along the Trolls Vein. She looked up to the sky and smiled ever so gently. Her last two days were great… every time she looked into Pendars sparkling eyes and the smile on his lips her heart jumped due to joy.
Everything seemed to brighten up.
Soon the marriage would be … “Caitlin Fayed”, she thought and smiled about the sound of the name.
Near the source of the Trolls Vein she carefully cut some herbs from the grass and pondered who she would invite to the marriage. Actually she wanted to have a small ceremony without a mass of people, but thinking about, she knew it would be nearly impossible. She didn’t want to hurt anyone who was dear to her heart, if she wouldn’t invite them. And those were a lot of people.
Wrinkling her forehead for a moment she saw something between the stones of the source. Was it a hand?
Caitlin straightened. Her face beclouded at the bad foreshadowing she had before she slowly approached.
It was a corpse. A young man with golden hair. Blood have been spilt on his clothes.
Just as Caitlin recognized the lad she took a step back in shock.
“No… wh…. No.”Her eyes filled immediately with tears, blurring her sight, til they ran down her pale cheeks but got replaced just in the same moment.
“This can’t… be true.”Caitlin knew that this lad was dead, non the less she approached and checked his pulse. She kneeled… “No… Paidraig… please.”Crying loudly she bent over the corpse, burying her face in her palms, after she was sure that there was no single heart beat left in his body.
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Paidraig Baltram
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- Joined: Wed May 05, 2004 4:01 pm
A few days ago, Paidraig was sitting on a stone near the source of Trolls Vein. It was his favourite place. A beautiful day was shining and Paidraig felt well, so he was singing a happy melody.
He just looked up at the flight of a croaking raven when he noticed a man approaching. With a friendly smile he looks at the man, greeting him. But the unknown visitor just looked with cold eyes at him. Paidraig, as friendly as ever, jumped from his stone and walked to the man, reaching him his hand for a friendly greet.
Again the man was just starring at him, his eyes narrows. Paidraig thought the man has a bad mood, so he started to talk friendly with him, trying to better his mood. But the other one, who said his name is Kylan Se'adorn, kept starring with cold eyes at him.
When Paidraig offered him his help with his problems, and mentioned that a friendly talk may help him, the man agreed and so Paidraig turned to point at a nice place beside river to sit.
Just a few seconds later he felt cold steel piercing deep into his side, he wanted to scream but the man called Kylan had his hand on Paidraigs mouth, holding him tight while he twisted the dagger in the deep wound. Terrible pain spread through Paidraigs shaking body, the man whispered something into Paidraigs ear, but he couldn't listen, the pain made him stunned.
Paidraig felt dead coming closer, and he thought of his friends who he never will see again. He thought about Sylveria, the cute and wonderful elfess he liked so much. He thought about Caitlin, who was like a sister, and all the other ones who were like family to him and who will be sad about his dead, when the man pulled the dagger out and cutted cold-blooded Paidraigs throat through, ending his young life.
And Paidraigs world turned black the moment he kneeled on the ground and died.
He just looked up at the flight of a croaking raven when he noticed a man approaching. With a friendly smile he looks at the man, greeting him. But the unknown visitor just looked with cold eyes at him. Paidraig, as friendly as ever, jumped from his stone and walked to the man, reaching him his hand for a friendly greet.
Again the man was just starring at him, his eyes narrows. Paidraig thought the man has a bad mood, so he started to talk friendly with him, trying to better his mood. But the other one, who said his name is Kylan Se'adorn, kept starring with cold eyes at him.
When Paidraig offered him his help with his problems, and mentioned that a friendly talk may help him, the man agreed and so Paidraig turned to point at a nice place beside river to sit.
Just a few seconds later he felt cold steel piercing deep into his side, he wanted to scream but the man called Kylan had his hand on Paidraigs mouth, holding him tight while he twisted the dagger in the deep wound. Terrible pain spread through Paidraigs shaking body, the man whispered something into Paidraigs ear, but he couldn't listen, the pain made him stunned.
Paidraig felt dead coming closer, and he thought of his friends who he never will see again. He thought about Sylveria, the cute and wonderful elfess he liked so much. He thought about Caitlin, who was like a sister, and all the other ones who were like family to him and who will be sad about his dead, when the man pulled the dagger out and cutted cold-blooded Paidraigs throat through, ending his young life.
And Paidraigs world turned black the moment he kneeled on the ground and died.
Sylveria's walk near Troll's Vein is briefly interrupted by the fluttering flight of a moth across her path that catches her eye. In her usual innocent curiosity, she pursues the small, flickering grey wings. Such moths with the coloration of grey bark from the forest depths are uncommonly seen so far from their woodland habitats. A pair of dark black, eye-like rings flash with each labored wingbeat of the moth.
As if the creature knew its own purpose for being grey, the moth vanishes among the scattered rocks near the river's source.
Sylveria stops. Her hand is raised to wave at the familiar form of Caitlin, but something seems to tell that the druidess would not respond in usual greeting, even if Sylveria could call to her.
The same hand held in the air slowly claps over her mouth that opened in a shocked horror. Her breath seems to catch tightly within her for long moments, neither releasing nor inhaling. Sylveria feels a nauseated horror build in her throat, but her eyes remain transfixed and unable to wrench away from the body of the murdered Paidraig.
An unnatural silence falls over the silent elfess.
As if the creature knew its own purpose for being grey, the moth vanishes among the scattered rocks near the river's source.
Sylveria stops. Her hand is raised to wave at the familiar form of Caitlin, but something seems to tell that the druidess would not respond in usual greeting, even if Sylveria could call to her.
The same hand held in the air slowly claps over her mouth that opened in a shocked horror. Her breath seems to catch tightly within her for long moments, neither releasing nor inhaling. Sylveria feels a nauseated horror build in her throat, but her eyes remain transfixed and unable to wrench away from the body of the murdered Paidraig.
An unnatural silence falls over the silent elfess.