Post by Grafh on Sept 23, 2007 9:11:28 GMT -6
Prodigal Son - A Promise of Power
Ok the story now takes place a few years ahead of the prelude in "present time" ...(I believe the gap will be covered in Sue’s story here ). Also I shortened the chapters just because ...
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"huh!?" ...Asuir sat up fast from his sleep, breathing heavily, recovering from a nightmare. He looked around the empty blackness of his campaign tent and saw only a dim light of the full moon breaking through one of the seams in the stitching. He brought a hand up to rub his eyes before he heard the voice of a young woman. “Asuir? …are you ok?”. The young woman sleeping next to him sat up and put her arm around him, and looked to see if he was ok. “Yes Amy ..I’m fine just another bad dream.” They both lay back down looking at each other as he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Your hair is getting really long now, I remember when you would throw a vase or two until you got the finest stylist to deal with it” Asuir smiled. “Well things are different now..” Amy smiled back at him. “I have a husband, I’m part of a guild…I used to dream of these days as a child” she added. “But ….you deserve more Amy …I will give you the world one day”. Amy didn’t know how to take Asuir’s comment. “Asuir ..you don’t have to give me anything else …I have all I need right here”. He turned away and sat up on the side of the bed and stared into the darkness. “Maybe ..” he said, sounding almost defeated. He turned around to ask her something else but stopped as soon as he realised she was sleeping again. He took this time to take a walk and so after donning his armour slipped out of the tent quietly into the pale moonlight of the Scars Meadows encampment. He paced around for a while until he found a spot upon the hillside that had a view of the entire camp, and perched down.
"Its not enough for her, she deserves the life of a queen, armies of men should die in her name and civilisations crumble…I ..I will give her that ….one day."
He sighed.
"But how ? I need more power…"
He sat for a while thinking until a thought came to him. A thought he didn’t know himself capable of.
"The blade…yes…I sensed its immense power the first time I met Racthoh. Overwhelming."
His eyes shifted to Racthoh’s Tent
"…That Power WILL be mine."
Ok the story now takes place a few years ahead of the prelude in "present time" ...(I believe the gap will be covered in Sue’s story here ). Also I shortened the chapters just because ...
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"huh!?" ...Asuir sat up fast from his sleep, breathing heavily, recovering from a nightmare. He looked around the empty blackness of his campaign tent and saw only a dim light of the full moon breaking through one of the seams in the stitching. He brought a hand up to rub his eyes before he heard the voice of a young woman. “Asuir? …are you ok?”. The young woman sleeping next to him sat up and put her arm around him, and looked to see if he was ok. “Yes Amy ..I’m fine just another bad dream.” They both lay back down looking at each other as he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “Your hair is getting really long now, I remember when you would throw a vase or two until you got the finest stylist to deal with it” Asuir smiled. “Well things are different now..” Amy smiled back at him. “I have a husband, I’m part of a guild…I used to dream of these days as a child” she added. “But ….you deserve more Amy …I will give you the world one day”. Amy didn’t know how to take Asuir’s comment. “Asuir ..you don’t have to give me anything else …I have all I need right here”. He turned away and sat up on the side of the bed and stared into the darkness. “Maybe ..” he said, sounding almost defeated. He turned around to ask her something else but stopped as soon as he realised she was sleeping again. He took this time to take a walk and so after donning his armour slipped out of the tent quietly into the pale moonlight of the Scars Meadows encampment. He paced around for a while until he found a spot upon the hillside that had a view of the entire camp, and perched down.
"Its not enough for her, she deserves the life of a queen, armies of men should die in her name and civilisations crumble…I ..I will give her that ….one day."
He sighed.
"But how ? I need more power…"
He sat for a while thinking until a thought came to him. A thought he didn’t know himself capable of.
"The blade…yes…I sensed its immense power the first time I met Racthoh. Overwhelming."
His eyes shifted to Racthoh’s Tent
"…That Power WILL be mine."
