It has been 2 days now, since Thunder river. My mind is still vacant, like I am walking on a ledge in heavy mist...slowly edging my way...I fall but am grasping to the edge..the mist encompasses my body..my mind...let go it calls..let go..I want to slip...I can hear her call, but her voice is strange, almost like a demon laughing from within!
I must seek answers. Who do I turn too, It cant be my brethren...Crom looks down on weak pitiless fools, and I am becoming one. How can I speak my mind of such things, without showing fear or weakness. No I will not let Fearghal down. I will speak with Myrtis!
I have trusted her council for a long time, and she is a wise and good friend. I will seek her out at the temple of Mitra in Tarantia.
Many hours have past, since I last spoke to lady Myrtis...it grows cold here in the wild lands. My mind wanders back to the events of the past few hours..of my meeting with Myrtis....Crom..my meeting what happened!
I was rude,*shakes his head in disbelief*..I was angry..but she tried to stop me from going..what right did she!....no.no
she was helping...it was "him".."he" told me to seek him out in the wild lands...that man..my??...I cant remember.
What I do remember is this.....
I was riding at great speed along that road only thinking of him..and his words. How can he? What part does he want me to play in this.? What evil is at work here and why me? Why I am I been tormented with these images.
*hours pass*
I have waited around the tavern in Tesso for hours now and I know not why?.I feel a presence watching me, every sip of ale I take is as if time itself is slowing..then I hear the words of him. "Come forth brother Scatach...and speak with the Prophet...I have the answers you seek" "Ride and your steed will take you to me for Set wills it!"
What! Now I remember...that Stygian bastard...he brought me here. Standing high on a rocky outcrop I seen him look down on me and felt as though I was his child, humble, wanting, yearning for his answers!
*looks at his sword* No...
"You...it is you from my dreams..the voice..What is this devilry at work here!" I roar!
A Stygian male approaches me ....a warrior..."do not speak to the prophet in such a tone! for he is the voice of Set!".
*draws his sword* "Get away from me dog!...He is not my prophet"
*feels his hand sheath his sword back as if he is a puppet*...no..I will not harm you.
"He"approaches me, flanked on all sides by several warriors and his entourage...they have performed a sacrifice here...I did not see it happen, but I can feel it...somehow.
"You seek answers child" He speaks. "I have those answers you seek, and I know why you have come to me"
A hooded priest smiles listening to his master as he speaks the words" I know you seek your wife".."Set has seen it"
I felt a boiling rage inside of me wanting to escape and destroy this man..but i couldn't "You bastard!...snake loving whore....what do you know of my wife"
He speaks.."Set has seen it,and I am a vessel of Set, so to as have I. Set has a purpose for everything including YOU Northerner!"
I said "I will not serve the likes of you"...now "tell me of my wife..and what games are these you are playing...speak quickly or I shall cut out your tongue"
The others just laughed...as If I was a an insect, something to be ignored....but I remained mesmerized by his figure...I ...need to know..can he?
As he gazed back into my eyes I could see her, my wife...telling me to do as he wished for if I did, she would be mine yet again.
"Will you help me?..and in return you shall see your wife" I remember saying He would not get help from me, but as he turned away smiling with his entourage I felt as I wanted to say yes...and I did!
"I will help you", "What is it you seek"
Crom!...I cant do that..I will never do that!...no how can i be asked to do such thing?
*several hours later*
I am so alone now. I wait here in the cold of night, listening to the Dark-beasts howl. Waiting for her to give me a sign!*low to self* Please Grainne help me I need you now more than ever!
In 3 days I will ride to Khemi with an answer, I feel a strange power within me....I must fight it. I can never help this man for what he asks I cannot give. I would rather be fed to the wolves!..but he can bring her back..*serpent voice*yess I can do this!
*puts his wedding ring on a stone under the moonlight* I know you are watching me...distant but near...send me a sign..please. Many lives hang in the balance and I am but one man. It is for the gods to decide these things, not me...please help me my love!
Story written by Scatach, Clan Fearghal
www.clanfearghal.com
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