_______________________________ Spring ?, 507 AV 1 year ago.
With a cough, Weyliss realized he was awake. It certainly wasn't of his choice. He would rather have slipped back into the black. Something had dragged him out. Everything around him was hazy. The pain was intense, and he couldn't seem to breathe. Clutching his hands to his chest, the young man looked about. He could see light through various cracks and holes in the wooden walls. He was laying in the larger of two rooms in what he could only guess was a small wooden shack. A single wooden table sat in the room behind him. Several overturned chairs lay about, with an open cabinet along the back wall. He could clearly see a closed window in front him, with a door. Gritting his teeth, the man scratched at the wood around him with his free hand. With nothing to grab, he pushed himself on his side. Biting his lower lip, he shut his eyes and pushed The pain was welcome. It reminded him that he was still alive. Somehow, he made it to his feet. Lurching forward, he aimed for the front door. As he slammed into the wood, his hand wrapped around a wooden handle. Grunting with the exertion, Weyliss threw the door open and stepped out into the sunlight.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was rank, a horrific odor, as if something had been burned, doused, and then set aflame once more. Overcoming a sudden fit of coughing, Weyliss looked about. He started to shake.
The shack was sitting at the corner of what had once been a small village. At its heart was an old tree. He could make out several rows of houses surrounding the tree. He could still see the small stage where the town crier had given news to the people from under the great oak. He could make out the small fields beyond the first line of houses. The beautiful green stretching out until it met the surrounding forest. The little details caught his eye. The dew on the grass under the tree. The white-picket fences surrounding a select few homes. The blacksmith's pavilion on the edge of the far side of the clearing, identifiable by the tools and equipment hanging from various stands and displays. The children's toys littering a small fenced off area to his left.
It was the little details. Like the red spatter across the front of the great oak. The just-visible arm hanging down from the crier's stand. The corpse laying in the children's play area. Another laying front of a house.
Stepping out into the green of the yard, Weyliss tried to fight the darkness that was fast overwhelming his senses. He looked about vainly hoping for the slightest of respites. Yet there was none to be found. He could make out several bodies lying in the small clearing. Moving to the nearest, the young man realized it was just a simple child. He had been butchered, his face clawed into an unrecognizable mush, the arms ripped apart as they had been brought up in self-defense. Beautiful blonde hair was covered in red, and what had once been a green tunic was stained brown.
Someone was screaming. It took several seconds for Weyliss to realize that he was creating the shriek. He could feel a new liquid covering his cheeks and running down his chin. His whole body shook, and the warrior dropped to his knees. Bringing his hands under the child's shoulders, he hugged the corpse close, rocking back and forth.
He couldn't stop crying, he simply looked about him, his grief mixing with the pain, and creating a haze of despair. Why? Why had the god's wished this upon this poor child? What fate had this young boy, not even on the cusp of manhood, deserved? Certainly better than this. Anything, but this.
Through his tears, he saw something laying in the grass. Blinking, the man realized it was a key. A small golden key. His face clouded in confusion, the young man realized that it probably belonged to the mayor's house.
_________________________________ Winter ? 506 AV Two weeks ago.
The three figures walked amidst a torrential downpour. Faces hidden by the hoods of their cloaks, they pulled the cloth about themselves, as if the fabric could protect them from the bitter rain. The lead figure was a large man, and bore the rain in a stoic silence. His three companions however, handled the misery in a different fashion.
"All I'm saying, is if she was THAT into you, why did she say no?"
The figure directly behind the frontman turned to his companion.
"Wait, when did she say no? Where you there? I think not."
The second man laughed, green eyes peeking out from underneath his hood.
"Oh, right. Excuse me. I just, you know, assumed that if you had truly seduced her with those great, big, manly, arms-"
To emphasize his point the second figure clapped both his hands over his friend's left shoulder. Pulling back, the man tried to shove him off. Nearly losing his balance, he growled.
"I said, gerrof!"
Laughing the second figure fell into line just behind him, and continued to speak as they marched up a particularly steep hill.
"I'm just sayiing, that you came to sleep with us in the room. If the bartender had a thing for ya, don't you think she would have invited you back to her place?"
"What? No. She just wanted to take it slow!"
Laughing the second man pulled his hood back. His green eyes complimented with a motley brush of red hair.
"Aye, Jared, your a buffoon. Gave her all your miza's just for them pretty eye-lashes!"
"Shutup I think you-"
"Oh hush both of you! No wonder nobody wanted either of you"
The two friends lasped into silence as the lead figure looked back. The gray beard being the only thing visible from within the dark hood.
From his place in the back, Weyliss studied their surroundings with a distracted eye. Rejects. Nobody wanted to say it, but the fact hung over them like a dull cloud. Over the years, the Knights of Syliras had been contacted. Sir Marius had shown off his finest students, and they had been accepted has paiges, maybe one day to become squires to a selected knight. There had been a time when the knights had needed every available body, and Sir Marius had pushed everyone to the front. Yet, not all of them had been chosen. Even the old knight had lost his bite, as he settled down. It was clear to them that he was done training knights. After the death of Jarickal it had worn the man down. Far from the roaring, guiding force of their youths, now he just looked... old.
Weyliss looked into the cloudy skies, wishing the clouds away. They seemed to follow him. Even with the sun shining bright, he couldn't erase the facts. Nobody wanted him. His family had never once visited or wrote. At first he had thought it was Sir Marius, withholding their mail in an effort to 'toughen them up' Yet he had given out all the mail. Let the families come and see their children and how far they had come during the Yule'sdale Picnic. No mail. No family at the picnic. Weyliss had never felt so alone. It had reached the point where he didn't care anymore. They had a new child. Maybe somebody they had loved each other again over. Part of him knew it was childish, but he honestly wasn't sure he wanted to see them again. To admit he was the poorest candidate on a list of potential knights?
Looking down at his hand, Weyliss studied the cold skin, the fingers as they shook, the dirt underneath the fingernails. Clutching he hand into a closed fist, Weyliss looked up. To his surprise they had arrived. He was shocked. They had another hour or two to go at the very least. Maybe he had lost track of time.
Sir Marius looked back at the three of them, daring them to utter a word. As a group they could see the village before them. Rows of small cottages and a few brick houses where just barely visible underneath a small cloud of smoke. Small points of light could be seen everywhere.
"Boys, those lanterns are part of the rain-festival. This community is largely made up of farmers and the like. Rain is near sacred, and this year's first pour has come early. A good sign for the fields."
It took the better part of an hour to finally reach the small stone path. Two men stood on guard. Each held a spear, and small shield, bearing the emblem of the village, a tree under a shining sun.
As the boys passed, one man gave them a tired glance.
"Welcome to Greenhearth lads."
Soaking wet, and freezing cold, Weyliss was the last to enter the small house. He hadn't recognized anything special about it from the outside, other then bricks and a white fence. Yet now that he was inside the house, the man realized that the fireplace couldn't have been comm throughout the village. A big man was dwarfing the already large Sir Marrius.
"-Aye friend! What is in the village is mine, is yours! I welcome you and your apprentices to Greenhearth Sir Knight!"
Puffy red cheeks, and a bright red nose stuck out from braids of blonde hair.
"Sir Mayor, I am glad to be here, it does my heart good to see how well your community is doing."
Handing his cloak to Jared, the man took a seat at a massive oak table. An older lady suddenly made her entrance into the living room.
"Oh! Guests? Sir Marrius! I have missed you."
Quickly at his feet, and then down to a knee, the old knight bowed.
"My lady, how have you bee-"
The mayor suddenly roared with laughter.
"Oh stand up, she knew you where coming, and I will have NO man bow under my roof. Come! Come, sit at the table all of you. Let us talk, and be merry. Let us eat, as I am sure all travelers are, hopefully, I can then take you all out onto the festival grounds."
Weyliss had to restrain himself. The bread was simply amazing. It must have taken magic to make bread this fluffy. He had hardly finished sitting down when he took a bite. Even Sir Marrius culdn't hold the three back as they tore into the provided food.
The mayor simply sat down, blinking as he watched the young men demolish his food at an astonishing rate.
"Maybe you should feed them more, Marrius..."
Sighing, the knight said nothing and popped several berries in his mouth.
Suddenly both Jared and Ailen stopped eating. Weyliss looked over, and noticed the two eyeing the window pretty hard. He could just make out a large group of people in the rain, and they seemed to be... dancing?
Peering closer, Weyliss tried to get a better look.
Suddenly the mayor started to laugh.
"Aye, the festival is in full swing. Save those appetites boys, you'll need 'em. Dear, could you show them to the washing basins?"
Confused, the young men looked to the older woman as she rose to her feet.
"C'mon you lot. Mother nature got you dirty, and she'll clean ya' right up."
Opening the door, they could hear a host of noise, and what smelled like some sort of cooking being done. Baffled, the men made their way out into the rain.
Eyeing them from under one arm, the mayor's wife grinned as she waved her arm out.
"That way boys, just follow the path! Oh, and dearie, could you shut the door?"
Laughing, she turned to lead the way.
Weyliss did an about face, and leaned in to pull the door shut. Without intending it, he found himself looking at both men, now deep in a hushed conversation.
"I'm worried Marrius. I didn't call you and your boys out just for a meet 'an greet. Something's afoot in this town. I need your advice old friend."
Sir Marrius reached under his the table and into a pouch, withdrawing a long, slender pipe.
"Aye, I figured as much brother, but-"
Turning mid-sentence, he gave Weyliss a scowl.
"Shut that door boy!"
Quickly pulling the wooden door shut, the young man looked out to where the others had gone. He could barely see through the rain. |