Having finally found the weapon he’d gone out of his way to grasp. Holland felt satisfied, and yet all at the same time uncertain. What if the woman sent him on a mission to steal something they had and wasn’t hers? What if Holland was the villain, the criminal and the antagonistic character? Holland didn’t want to be on the wrong end of a Knights blade. Despite how much he hated them for their tyrannical behavior patterns he feared them. This was no time to be discouraged, here Holland found himself resting in the same spot again. Holland was in a seated position near the wall of the vicinity. Holland wasn’t quite as nervous as he would’ve typically been in this situation. He’d undergone it once already, and twice was no longer a challenge. He overcame fear, and waltzed in confidently. He patiently awaited the elderly woman to come by again, and didn’t move an inch from that position. Holland simply placed his elbow upon the counter, and looked about. Holland observed the actions of the multitude of people within the vicinity. He paid close attention to the motions of the every day “Normal” people. Holland couldn’t even learn very much about being social. He didn’t like to talk much, but day by day he was being forced to do so quite often. He hated majority of people, due to the fact that his father robbed him of everything he ever enjoyed as a child. Discipline was the most important thing in his fathers’ eyes. Conviction was the second most important, and if it had nothing to do with those two things; it would be taken. Holland hated conversing with others, because he has a fear deep down. That they’ll be snatched away from him the very moment he begins to enjoy their company. It is also the reason behind his protective nature when it came to Claudia.
If Holland so much as thought anyone would take her away from him; he lost his mind. Holland hated majority of other males, and thought they weren’t worth the air they breathed. Because of his fathers actions against him as a child Holland had issues with trust. Holland became lost in his thoughts, and continued to think about the mistakes he has made in the past. He remembered the several beatings and bruises he suffered at his fathers’ hands in the past. The macabre stories his father told and even remembering what it meant to suffer alongside a combat partner. Holland’s father enforced upon Holland the “Trust no one” factor. Those three words altered his mind-set for the remainder of his life. Holland couldn’t seem to ever forget about all of the negative things that occurred in his lifetime. Never once did Holland think about the good he’d done in his life-time. He had a habit of being pessimistic. Holland expected the worst outcome in majority of cases that occurred. He preferred to call himself much more of a realist, and stick to what is realistic. Holland wasn’t typically the individual to be caught chasing a dream or aspiration. He was used to being a drifter, and aimlessly avoiding becoming a better person. Holland thought about the fact that he wanted to change for his woman. Yet, it was ironic how much internal conflict he underwent day by day as he thought of her. Holland thought to himself about what it truly meant to be strong. Philosophically he figures that strength isn’t measured with muscle mass or mettle. Strength should be measured by determination and will-power.
Holland continued to think, and several more chimes passed him by. “Tell me not that life is but a dream. Tell me not that aspirations are achieved through luck. Tell me that diligence is the key and that life can only move forward through hard work and dedication. Tell me now that the only dreams which come true are the ones ye’ spend time working to reach. Tell me that speaking mournful meaningless words is pointless and but a waste of breath. For philosophy is something far beyond what the typical man can understand. Often times ye’ meet your destiny on the very path you attempt to walk in order to avoid it. That is what destiny is, destiny is virtue reachable through passionate hard work and dedication!” The rebellious thoughts concluded themselves immediately as they were interrupted. The elderly woman walked right through the door, and immediately met Holland with a smile. A light chuckle exited her lips as she sat in the seat in-front of Holland. She spoke in her ever so raspy voice “Hello there, Mercenary. Have you completed the task I gave you?”
Holland replied immediately and didn’t hesitate at all. He simply nodded, and removed from his right pocket the metallic object. The elderly woman extends both her palms simultaneously, and her hands trembled. He placed the object within her palms; having given her a stern look in the eyes. Almost as if he were to interrogate the woman he spoke. “Hey, well. Let me get to the point. Why in blazing hell would you have me risk my life to grab this? It’s a dagger and you could’ve simply gone out and bought one at any given time. Yet, you wanted to make me waste my time and go get this one rather then simply buying a new one? Tell me; tell me what is so special about this thing this very instant. I even unsheathed it and looked at the strange engraving on the damned thing. I couldn’t even read it, what is up with this stupid dagger of yours?” Holland spoke in quite the rash mannerism.
Curiosity struck Holland in the back of the head immediately. He wanted answers as to why bandits that dangerous wanted it. The elderly woman licked her dry lips, and Holland observed as she did so. Paying attention to her every move and she grasped the daggers hilt. Slowly but steadily pulling the dagger from the ornate scabbard, and placing the small blade in her palm again. She spoke and wished to tell Holland something she waited until he looked up again.
“Mercenary, Let me tell you a few things about myself and why this weapon is important to me. “ She stopped speaking for a moment, and spoke again. Telling the younger male another story about her past.
If Holland so much as thought anyone would take her away from him; he lost his mind. Holland hated majority of other males, and thought they weren’t worth the air they breathed. Because of his fathers actions against him as a child Holland had issues with trust. Holland became lost in his thoughts, and continued to think about the mistakes he has made in the past. He remembered the several beatings and bruises he suffered at his fathers’ hands in the past. The macabre stories his father told and even remembering what it meant to suffer alongside a combat partner. Holland’s father enforced upon Holland the “Trust no one” factor. Those three words altered his mind-set for the remainder of his life. Holland couldn’t seem to ever forget about all of the negative things that occurred in his lifetime. Never once did Holland think about the good he’d done in his life-time. He had a habit of being pessimistic. Holland expected the worst outcome in majority of cases that occurred. He preferred to call himself much more of a realist, and stick to what is realistic. Holland wasn’t typically the individual to be caught chasing a dream or aspiration. He was used to being a drifter, and aimlessly avoiding becoming a better person. Holland thought about the fact that he wanted to change for his woman. Yet, it was ironic how much internal conflict he underwent day by day as he thought of her. Holland thought to himself about what it truly meant to be strong. Philosophically he figures that strength isn’t measured with muscle mass or mettle. Strength should be measured by determination and will-power.
Holland continued to think, and several more chimes passed him by. “Tell me not that life is but a dream. Tell me not that aspirations are achieved through luck. Tell me that diligence is the key and that life can only move forward through hard work and dedication. Tell me now that the only dreams which come true are the ones ye’ spend time working to reach. Tell me that speaking mournful meaningless words is pointless and but a waste of breath. For philosophy is something far beyond what the typical man can understand. Often times ye’ meet your destiny on the very path you attempt to walk in order to avoid it. That is what destiny is, destiny is virtue reachable through passionate hard work and dedication!” The rebellious thoughts concluded themselves immediately as they were interrupted. The elderly woman walked right through the door, and immediately met Holland with a smile. A light chuckle exited her lips as she sat in the seat in-front of Holland. She spoke in her ever so raspy voice “Hello there, Mercenary. Have you completed the task I gave you?”
Holland replied immediately and didn’t hesitate at all. He simply nodded, and removed from his right pocket the metallic object. The elderly woman extends both her palms simultaneously, and her hands trembled. He placed the object within her palms; having given her a stern look in the eyes. Almost as if he were to interrogate the woman he spoke. “Hey, well. Let me get to the point. Why in blazing hell would you have me risk my life to grab this? It’s a dagger and you could’ve simply gone out and bought one at any given time. Yet, you wanted to make me waste my time and go get this one rather then simply buying a new one? Tell me; tell me what is so special about this thing this very instant. I even unsheathed it and looked at the strange engraving on the damned thing. I couldn’t even read it, what is up with this stupid dagger of yours?” Holland spoke in quite the rash mannerism.
Curiosity struck Holland in the back of the head immediately. He wanted answers as to why bandits that dangerous wanted it. The elderly woman licked her dry lips, and Holland observed as she did so. Paying attention to her every move and she grasped the daggers hilt. Slowly but steadily pulling the dagger from the ornate scabbard, and placing the small blade in her palm again. She spoke and wished to tell Holland something she waited until he looked up again.
“Mercenary, Let me tell you a few things about myself and why this weapon is important to me. “ She stopped speaking for a moment, and spoke again. Telling the younger male another story about her past.
