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by Edge on Thu Sep 20, 2007 2:03 pm
"You have my trust."
Rabbit smiled softly to the man. She had his trust; she could not help but blush at the thought and be happy. Letting him go, Rabbit had to resist her urge to hold him for a moment and reassure him that everything would be alright, that the Deities would bring their hands to this world and reshape it. It was the blind, innocent faith, not trust- that Rabbit had brought to her tasks. Born into the streets Rabbit would not forget the kindness that one Deity had shown her, her true path in the world.
What ever that path was, Rabbit had chosen to live it, coming into the temple and reforming her ways, but whatever the message and her brief glimpse into her fate that Lain had allowed, Rabbit kept it to herself.
Such things are private between immortal and mortal kind.
āAnd you have mine,ā With that she took off the mask, revealing a face not too much younger then Duskās own. Eyes of clear thinking and wit sparkled back and a braid of sun-light bound hair under the black hood that framed her face giving a face of soft beauty that glowed naturally. Tucking the mask away Rabbit touched with her free hand the shadow of the mountainside. āFor my name is Dawn. I will call my companions, for I cannot carry you all.ā
From the mountain side two more priests came, one called Ox, and the other, Bear. Bear, leaner and more slender of the two choose Duskās companion to carry as Ox took Dusk. Dawn stood to the ledge smiled and stepped off the whole time smiling to the man who perhaps needed more faith then any of them, her black cloak flaring as she led the way back down into the cracks where the Temple of Lain stood.
āTHAT WAS NOT THE AGREEMENT!ā Gentās voice snapped as he slammed his fists down on the wooden floor of the inner temple room. Talvyth sat with his black kimono and coat wrapped around his body looking as if he couldnāt care less what his younger brother was speaking of. Gentās eyes burned with anger as he leaned forward nearly lunging at the thin body of his older brother.
āThe Agreement was that you would bring back the heir of Ghalerion. And as he is not here, your point is invalidā¦ However I intend to extend our little business dealing, little brother.ā
Gent looked at Talvyth with barely concealed hate and suspicion. āWhat could you possibly want? My life too? Wasnāt Edwardās life enough for you? You took our beloved brotherās life, what is mine worth to you?ā
Talvythās eyes widened and lunged at the Bellringer, his strong bony hands going not for Ghaladarās neck but rather for the front of his younger brother robes. Lifting the cripple with his own strength, Talvyth locked eyes as Ghaladarās feet dangled uselessly above the floor. Brother looked into another brotherās eyes. And perhaps it was then that Gent saw the horrors of the curse Talvyth bore. Gent trembled; his brother saw deathā¦ nothing but deathā¦ nothing but the spiral of lives lost and the soulās screams of agony. His brother saw them daily, driving him to forget the realm of the living and to think of the realm beyond where his soul would one day to become the part of the Gate between the living and the dead.
āNow you understand your fucking task?! As long as we do not have the heir under our roof, we cannot save this land. Until that heir decides to raise his voice, we cannot defeat the generals! Do you think Iām as ignorant as to fact we have an entire army on our doorstop?! Do you think that?! Thank the gods you cannot see what I can! Be blissful that you are ignorant boy!ā
With that Talvyth threw his only surviving brother down to the temple floor. Gent yelped as the pain coursed through his body. Struggling to sit up he saw something. Sitting up gave a new angle that Ghaladar had not seen before. The bones of his older brother were visible to him. The skeleton like body that housed his brotherās soul was wasting away and he couldnāt see that until this moment. Talvyth was dying with every breath, but the fearless eyes of the dragon told Gent that Talvyth was fighting every step of the way to live. Remembering how that frail body had lifted him without effort, Gent found a grudging new respect for the head priest of Lain.
āThe agreement was that if I found him, I would be free from your fucking graspā¦ Had I known you couldnāt hold to your promise I would have held it to your name. But Iāve done my partā¦ Now do yours!ā Gent rasped. āOr let our brotherās sacrifice remain on your bloodied hands!ā
Dawn guided Dusk and his companion to the steps of the Temple of Lain where Ghaladar and Talvyth were finishing arguing. She led the two through the compound without trouble. To Dusk and Caitlinās eyes it must have seem like a barracks of white buildings with green clay slate tiles for roofs. Each of the buildings though allowed many windows, seemed to lack individual qualities that made a house a home. But as Dawn lead them deeper into the miniature city, small upper scale courtyards and tiny flower gardens grew. Grassy areas were plentiful and some of the smaller children were playing on wooden training equipment.
Then they came to the final stairway Dawn turned and spoke, āUp these stairs is where the head priest of our order is,ā taking the first few steps she continued, beckoning the two to follow.
āHeās a cold master, a friendless one. But he has made it his lifeās work to find the Heir that would become the Lord Baronā¦ā Dawn fell silent. Her beautiful face turned to sorrow, and she went up the stairs willingly. Going up the stairs, tears came without sound and trailed down her cheeksā¦ Raised voices could be heard from the temple and words almost made outā¦ Perhaps Duskās hearing would be better then Dawnās but Dawn understood the voices instantlyā¦ It was the same argument every time.
She knew the name was spoken with such love and grief by both brothers that it would take much of Lainās mercy to forgive both of them. The brother that had bridged the age gap between Talvyth and Ghaladar now became the division to which both brothers had all love but one blame for itās creation.
āHe is a man loved and hated in the same breath.ā Dawn said softly, pitying both brothers as she reached the top of the white stone steps. āBut perhaps now it is the time to heal that rift.ā
She motioned for them to wait and crossed the courtyard to the doors. Replacing her mask on her face, Dawn knocked three times and pushed open the doors. Her voice sang softly the prayer to Lain and she entered, again motioning for Dusk and his companion to follow her inside.
āThey who have come seeking shelter shall be granted rest by the Grace of Lain.ā Dawn spoke, a heavy weight followed her words like a stern matronās word of honor.
Talvyth stood as Ghaladar moved the best he could into the shadows.
Talvyth said nothing till he came close to the pair, Dawn stepping to the side to present them. The head priest only had to glance before he bowed, his tall frame making the gesture seem godly indeed. He knew who man was before himā¦ but for the momentā¦ perhaps this child was not ready to assume or acknowledge the title by his birthright.
āWelcome travelersā¦ā
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