Snippet #2741546

”Ouch, harsh again.” Belkorin said as he now began to narrow his eyes, ”Next time I help Cain fish for some tasty morsels of catfish or tuna, I’ll make him not share any with ya. How he had a childhood crush on yo-MMMMMPH!” He was quickly silenced by Cain, who now looked both hurt and physically angry.

“That’s enough of that. Let’s just get him used to flying and get him home.” He said, his voice seemed to become empty, without emotion, as if his feelings withdrew into some mental state as he walked to the clearing, the feelings of weakness and Ame’s insults from the journey thus far has begun to bear the brunt of the burden on him. He felt like he wanted to yell out his anger and sorrow in one exploding swoop.

But he didn’t know where to direct it at. He turned to see what seemed to be an old scarecrow, taken and dragged to be possibly a wolf’s chew toy. Grabbing it and propping it up he drew Draconil, looking his face turning to anger as he looked at the scarecrow. “She’s bloody right... I had this sword for almost 6 years, and I still haven’t unlocked its true powers.” He began cutting at the scarecrow. “I’m just a fool. A fool who thought he was holding his friend’s hand until the last moment. I couldn’t protect her. Then I failed to protect the group of friends I made when we fought that stupid Mage the first time! A hero am I?!”

He stabbed the scarecrow, “Not bloody likely! I’m just some weakling mercenary who got lucky with a magic sword! But no matter what I do, no matter what other people think, I’m still a failure just like those bullies in the village said I am!”

Planting Draconil on the ground he grabbed the scarecrow and hefted it up in the air and took a deep breath, before throwing it with a great yell of anger. He sank to his knees, partially from the venting and still partially sore from the injuries of last night’s fight. Hot tears streamed from his face. “I’m nothing. And I’ll always be nothing.”

”What are you talking about? You’re Cain Azura, Dragon Swordsman! By all that is sacred, pull yourself together! Nothing and always will, is that an oxymoron? You can’t just fall apart and just give up! You can only go up from here, reach new heights as is your destiny as one Blessed by dragons, as Na’ari. To touch the skies, like the fledgling up there.” Belkorin stated with a small wise gleam in his eyes.

“Now you’re sounding like the Elder, bless him. He always knew what to say when Ame or I had problems.” Cain said with a small chuckle as he looked up and watched the dragon dubbed ‘Honey’.