Snippet #2351213

Idon Metel
Idon had been watching the pair of Soldiers from afar. He was always doing that; just watching. He knew the girl’s name, Alys, but he was unfamiliar with the man who stood beside her. They were shooting birds from the tree that they perched in. As a bird familiar Idon should have been concerned but no emotion was stirred inside him. He could see none of the few bird’s he was fond of in the branches so he didn’t see why he should deprive the two of their fun and call attention to himself while doing it.

Still even though he did not care for the death of the birds, the sport did not appease to Idon. He did not understand the entertainment of killing a simple minded creature. Sure they squawked and made some noise but it wasn’t as pleasant as watching a human twist in pain. Sometimes Idon wished he was a wizard. He had seen the magic electricity run through an elf’s body once. The elf had shook and jerked around like a puppet before lying on the ground and twitching. All the while it, as Idon called the elf, had been screaming. Then the pleading and begging had come. What would it be like to have that extreme power? His hands shivered in pleasure at the thought.

By now the king, himself, had come out. Idon was out of hearing range but saw the royal man disappear and the two others leaving the court yard. He considered following them but decided on just going inside. He wandered around not sure what to do. Perhaps he should have appeared when the king had assigned Alys and the other man jobs. At one point Idon stopped to peer out a window. A faint reflection stared back at him. His eyes stood out against his pale face and his black hair did not help the combination. Wryly he thought of an old story about a girl named Raven who looked as Idon did. Many called Raven “Snow White” because of her skin.

In the story the girl was portrayed as a sweet princess who never did anyone harm. But Idon thought of Raven as a sorceress or maybe a siren. Everyone loved Raven at the first sight of her. All but the supposedly jealous queen. Raven had most likely used her innocent looks to capture that hearts of others and make her way to the throne, Idon concluded. Satisfied with the new details of the story, Idon turned away. The halls were silent. While much preferring the dungeon’s moans and creaks, the quiet was strange but not unbearable.

He found himself at the Kings’ Grave. The two soldiers we at the base of a massive tree looking as if they were planning to climb it. Idon slipped passed them not caring if they saw him or not. He scanned the tree tops for a glimpse of a bird. The grove was a favorite spot for doves and with nothing else to do Idon figured he could at least talk to a bird. He saw nothing but leaves.