Death Of A Veteran

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

The trees of Cerulin swayed gently in the breeze. All was as it should be in the city of the mali'ame. Elves went about their daily business in the streets below as the wildlife meandered through aimlessly, perched on high branches or grazing through the grass.

 

The town, however, felt emptier somehow.

 

A seat in the tavern usually filled was now empty, and had been in awhile. His presence in the corner was never regarded much, but now it was no longer there, its absence was felt. The little home by the southern wall was missing the quiet whittling away of wood from its interior that it had grown familiar with, its inhabitant gone.

 

He stood in the plains south of civilization, cherishing his solitude. Here he could think and reflect on what had been. He had been a father, hadn't he? A lover, a friend, a brother. Centuries upon centuries did wonders in wearing down ones mind, and all that was once sharp and crisp became dull, hazy memories, a shadow of the past.

 

He had been a fighter too. A leader, a soldier, a killer. A murderer. These memories were more jagged, precise. He remembered them detail by detail, fight by fight, death by death.

 

He thought of what his existence was now. It was stable. Comparatively. The memories bogged his mind, made it hard to focus at times. But he had made a promise, an oath to keep pushing forward and not succumb to his past, made to the light of his life.

 

He would go back to Cerulin eventually, back to Ash'ya, and let her know that he was okay. He was happy. He would flash her a brief smile and her suspicion would drop.

 

But he would not go home yet. He could indulge in his solitude a little longer.

 

He heard the casual shing of metal behind him.

 

It was your typical group of bandits. Well armed, gruff looking. Well trained. Ex-Soldiers perhaps, maybe they -were- soldiers. They screamed, yelled, and performed other forms of verbal intimidation. They didn't want much really. Just his valuables, precious metals, his sword. His bow.

 

But the old elf was done with complying. He'd done nothing but comply for too long now, and in that fatal moment, his pride got the better of him.

 

 

And for a brief moment, he was the deadly man he was before he threw it all away. Lightning rained from the sky as one of the highwaymen let out a different sort of scream, a horrific, distorted, agonizing scream as voltage coursed through his veins, with promptly burst, leaving a twitching corpse.

Another charged forth, hoping to catch the elf off guard. But a bolt caught him in the chest, the villains mouth gaped open as he fell to his knees, meeting a slow, spasmy end.

 

The old elf had not felt this alive in awhile, he felt powerful again. He turned and---

 

A longsword pierced through his heart. The third highwayman, his eyes wide with horror at the atrocities this elf was capable of, had done it.

The elf's life dimmed away, and in his final moments, he managed a single thought.

"I'm sorry. Ash'ya."

 

Artimec Camoryn collapsed into the bloodstained grass. Dead, left to rot where his corpse would never be found.

 

lol aprl fols 

Edited April 1, 2015 by Volutional
Avoid use of 'fgts', cheers

[Guest]

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[Rig 17591]

((A bit to much effort I'd guess lol but hey)) 

Mithras blinks. 

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((A bit to much effort I'd guess lol but hey)) 

 

This post took me about 20 minutes to write.

[Lirinya 4021]

*Ash'ya rejoyces at her lovers death and goes to take over his house.*

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

Aenor does the only logical thing and goes to buy from what is now the best fletchery in Athera, Tristin Fletchery. 

[Cjmate 1270]

*Ash'ya rejoyces at her lovers death and goes to take over his house.*

 

Somewhere, a bard creates a new song based on this woman's plight. 

 

https://youtu.be/9C1BCAgu2I8

[Heero 4092]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.