It is the night before Nashara's untimely date with death... Nashara's has butone day to live after this night and yet no contact has been made with the elusive House of Asgard. Our young hero, Maelthe can do nothing but comfort those around her...
As she tried to sit up on the side of the bed in the inn her head felt like it was about to burst.
"And i only had two ales... man my body cant take anything anymore..."she mumbled.
She swayed her legs a bit getting the blood flowing again and then stood up.
Walking outside to the stabels to wash her face in a bucket of water that filled up with the rain of late.
Toughts of the previous day came back to her.
The meeting that was called off by a messenger sent by Lord Tyrnan... The bard that tho very gifted could not lift her spirits...
Strygwyr...
She sighed a moment.."I am sorry for yelling at you brother... you of all did not deserve that..."
He had tried to make her feel better but with all the good intentions he had he touched a very delicate nerve saying that she should respect Nashara how she is ... a grumpy person who pushes people away.
She realized that that was indeed how many saw her and got to live around her but she had seen more behind that facade... and somehow it had hurt her bad to have been shoved out again with everyone else.
And she could not start to begin to explain that to him. No instead she had shouted that -He- was the one that should learn not to judge her so and respect who she -really- was.
The messenger he had sent later to read a letter to her from him had explained his reasoning so she had sent the little man back with a weatlhy coin to let him know her toughts of this matter.
A soft smile appeared on her face..
Nashara... she had come back to talk to her. And if she had not been trying so hard all day to stay clear of her and act tough and strong she would have broken down to tears right there. "A good thing i didn't. Last thing she needs is a cry baby"
No she would remain strong for her. Specialy now... two days less... that means tonight...
She could feel how fear crept into her heart again.
But she was so determined to live... so... confident of her own strenght again.
Maelthe felt proud of her sister. But that pride should not stop them from trying their very best.. but was their very best going to be good enough?
And Meos... he got infected too... ofcourse he did... his mind is so confused right now and so chaotic that he would be a lovely target if only to get him out of the way of that immortal.
She had yesterday contemplated giving him sulphured red lotus to put his body into a death state so that the process would slow down but realizing this was not really a poison that had been futile.
When she had asked him to fight for this he had gotten angry at her for even saying that. And right there she felt she had failed... her spirit had given up. She could not do this alone anymore.. she was getting drained keeping the faith in the family strong.
"Forgive me Meos..."
The talk she had with Caspian later after the meeting he had gathered in the Valley had done her well..
He understands what it is to be able to see what is hidden from others. Hear the voices of the past and future to guide us. To remember what has been gone wrong and what will go wrong again...
He had yet said the most disturbing thing...
"Are you one of those to suggest i replace Tyrnan"
One of those... there are people who would actualy suggest that!?
It had upset her greatly.. She would never suggest such a thing... no... she wanted to aid... she wanted to be able to stand by her family and be able to be a mother and a protector to them and a voice that would speak their mind and the arms that would keep them safe.
He had let her understand that he felt he could use a helping hand these days in his absence.
She had expressed her worries about Myrtis... she has not been acting her normal self lately.
Others have noticed this too... i am glad not to be the only one. After what has happened they might say i am prejudiced.
Today she would be there for Fearghal... confidently she bowed over the bucket to pick up some water to splash in her face...
And there they where... those two yellow eyes.. staring at her. Making her heart skip a beat.
She startled backwards the bucket falling to the ground..
Story written by Maelthe, Clan Fearghal
www.clanfearghal.com
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