Kanchana Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:58 am
Aniel nodded her lithe head sadly in understanding.
"Alas," she said "I understand all to well what you mean....Faeron is covered with scars, and not all can be hidden."
She sighed softly, eyes filling with sorrow for one so young to have had it so tough.
"Call me Ani," she urged gently with a small smile "I think that soon we shall be spending a lot more time together."
***
He froze at the sound of her voice, eyes half closing at the musical sound of her voice as a shiver rang along his spine. Emotions he was no long familiar with racked his very being and confused his mind to more extent, but slowly he shifted his weight and the tight grip on the pommel of his sword loosened.
"We have all changed," he mumbled softly, eyes still looking out over the glistening water, though his whole body was in tuned to all of her movements.
He lapsed into a powerful silence before huffing loudly, his hand once more seeking the comfort of his longish tresses before he leapt to his feet, spinning nimbly to study her.
"I don't remember Ashlere," he pleaded for her to understand, seeming every part the broken and weeping man. He fell to his knees with his head bowed low, unable to meet her lovely gaze no more, nor hide his own pain from her glance.
"I don't remember anything. You, Gem, Auraka....I am broken and cannot be repaired," he whispered, the loose tresses falling to cover his face and the scars from view.
Once a strong warrior, now nothing more then a broken boy. He had always had it hard, with no parents and no life until he found Aniel and had lived in fear until finally being adopted by his queen herself. But, even with things started looking up, fear struck and he was forced away once more.
Years of hard training, of harsh punishments had changed him. His hands no longer the gentle, caring plains of love, rather the calloused hands of hard work. Scars now run his length, once again proving that he was no longer the unmarked child of his past. Thickly corded muscles ran his body, making it seem even somewhat human in appearance seeing as he was no longer as slender and willowy as his own kin. But he didn't care, honestly he no longer cared about anything other then Ani. And this girl, no woman, before him.
She was the one that had given his strength, not that he remembered half the things between them, but the mere image of her behind his lids had kept him alive even during the hardest of days. Several times he had tried to take his own life, until Aniel had reminded him of the beautiful girl waiting for his return. But when she had shunned his approach, shunned his very being for never being in contact with him, the small part that had been holding him together disappeared. He no longer had a reason to live.
So he rested on his knees, head shunned towards the ground as if waiting for death to strike. He barely heard the apology that rolled from her tongue as his ocean orbs half-closed to withhold the mist forming within.
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Auraka clutched his wife close, knowing as well as understanding the worry that ran within her. They were his own worries, but they had to be strong. They couldn't afford to show weakness.
"We will," he promised again "I would never leave her there.....not that we know where she is now."