The Rains Of Feldkirch

[Gladuos 869]

OOC:

Yet another story I felt like writing about Merek. I'm starting to really enjoy making these. It's like recording my character's progression! Haha. Anyway, I know the music is ripped from the Last of Us. I just love that game's soundtrack so much. Feel free to respond as usual, whether it be IC or OOC.

 

Edit: Not to be confused with the Rains of Castamere! xD

 

It's a dark and raining night in the farming village of Feldkirch. The Shadowcastle stands tall upon the titanic mountain, over-shadowing the village of Feldkirch. The water flows down the paths and pushes the dirt away as mud. The clouds fill the sky as the rain falls warily. The rain falls down, pelting all in its path: the trees, the wheat, the gravel, the fences, the housing, the church and the people.

 

A man walks down the gravel path leading to Feldkirch, holding his battleaxe closely, looking from side to side. He steps and the gravel under his feet crunch loudly, his long black hair hanging and soaking wet by the rain. His face shows concern, but more for his surroundings. Out from the brush a zombie lunges forward, growling and flailing. It's green with decay, its skin hangs loosely as its cheekbones show through. The smell is putrid as its mouth drops open with the feral scream of a demon. Its armor is that of a former soldier.

 

The man wears a grey leather torso, his nose flairs and his eyes grow wide with fury. His left leg moves back and his body twists for a massive strike. Within an instant the steel battleaxe in the man's right hand flies forward, his hair twirls as rain flies from his body with the sudden movement. The rain falling downward cringes in fear at the force of the man's swing. The rain dances in a twirl as his body moves. Almost as quickly as it happened, the battleaxe which had previously been soaked with rain was soaked with blood. The poor head of the former soldier flies from its body, the poor decayed neck could never take the swing from such an axe. The man quickly twirls his body in the opposite direction he had previously swung, his right leg lifting into the air within a moments notice. The right leg flies into the air and mimics the rain as it flies off of the man's body in twirls. The man's foot impacts the poor decapitated body of the soldier and a loud clunk is shortly heard from the plated body of the zombie crashing against the muddy gravel. Its head still sits upon the ground snapping and biting. The man puts his leg down and composes himself, he looks at the decapitated head as it snaps. He smashes it in with his battleaxe shortly after.

 

The man steps into Feldkirch and basks in the rain, letting it wash him of dirt and blood as he looks into the blank and darkened skies. The man steps through the muddy gravel, the crunching resumes until he finally reaches the door of the church. The man steps inside, looking towards the torches held by sconces. He hangs his battleaxe on the weapon rack and puts his hidden blade on the ground underneath as he nods towards the sign reading, "Leave your weapons here." The man steps through the empty lit church, drips of rain falling from his armor. He makes his way to the altar. The man has a familiar expression of turmoil.

 

Images of the nights he spent in hell flood the man's mind. "It wades in the darkness...~", he remembers as he slept on the cold hard ground surrounded by straw. The bars surrounded him and the darkened creature waded in the darkness. "What is he...", the man would think as he cringed in pain from his wounds. The man suddenly stops walking to the altar and sits down on the bench. "What was worse? The days or the nights?", he thinks to himself. "Why did they let me go?", he would think again. "I don't care..."

 

He looks up, the fury is gone in his eyes. There is only sadness. The green and brown eyes are wet with tears and rain. Merek stands from the bench, looking up at the torches. "I wish you were there when I got home." Merek thinks as he continues to stare at the torches on the chandelier. "You would have made sure I was always safe, that I was well fed, that I was happy." he thinks as he looks down at the bench in front of him. "Cecilia, where are you? If not them, then where are you!?" he screams in his mind as his eyes fly towards the ceiling as if he'd expect an answer.

 

The torches dance and twirl in the chandelier, the silence broods in Merek's head. He steps up and moves to the altar, the rain has stopped dripping from his armor. He feels the red fabric on the altar as he steps closer, staring upward at the torches on the wall ahead. "Where are they!?" he screams out-loud. His face shows anger and defeat, sadness and fury. "Why won't you tell me where they are!?" he stares furiously at the upper wall, expecting to get an answer from the heavens. "I refuse to-!" he screams into the ceiling as he suddenly stops mid-sentence, his eyes widening slightly. He looks down from the wall, putting his head onto the altar and he begins to cry and sob. "I refuse...-" he whispers into the fabric of the altar. The tears that fall mimic the rain that pelts the landscape outside. Merek remembers one of Gladius' words in the many books that he sent him, "Family is what's most important.. as I've said. I wish for you to protect yours as I had never done. I ask for you to protect others as I had failed to do. Be a family member worth loving, be a man worth loving. Be the man I could never be. Protect them as I could never do."

 

Merek stands from the altar, tears still falling down his face. "I promise you grandfather... I will make it right somehow." He steps away from the altar as he begins to near the entrance of the church. He looks back to the torches on the wall and lightly whispers to himself, "I will make it right." He grabs the battleaxe from the weapon's rack near the entrance along with his hidden iron dagger. He clenches tightly to the steel handle of his axe and pushes the doors of the church open, stepping into the rains of Feldkirch.

[Elfen_ 232]

((Had me at the music. <3 Last of us ))

[Matt011011 166]

((I think you should have also linked the "Rains of Castamere" song from Game of thrones. Oh, and great work!))