Betrayal of a Broken Wish : Sadness Destroys All

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Postby Caenis_Bladeweaver » Sat Apr 26, 2003 11:35 am

<i><b> The night was cold and wet, the stars blanked out by a bank of ominously dark cloud. A rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon - the storm had not yet approached properly, and there was time yet to spend in the open before the drizzle morphed into a torrent.<BR><BR>The absence of a moon gave perfect cover to the shrouded figure skulking about in the shadows, the glint of its eyes always watching the Gondorian guardsman as he patrolled the length of street the figure had hesitated before walking upon.<BR><BR>At last, its chance had come - he had turned, and was glancing down the edge of a side-street, disturbed by something - a pickpocket, maybe.<BR><BR>Taking the opportunity, the figure dashed across the street, and approached the red-painted door that stood before it - at that point it paused, unsure of itself. <BR><BR>A solitary hound barked, startling the figure into consciousness, and making up the mind of the person within the cloak that concealed it so well. Turning to one side to assure the doubt that the guard remained out of sight, the figure revealed a slight bulge in its abdomen, a sight that meant only one thing to the onlooker - one so joyful to some, and so horrifically dreadful to others... pregnancy.<BR><BR>Almost as if the person behind the door knew she were there, the wood with its cracked and peeling scarlet daubing was pulled back - yet there was no face in the doorway... just ominous blackness. <BR><BR>The figure took one look back at the street, and back up st the sky, before she entered... the dark lashes and eyes of the person shrouded with doubt as thickly as the cloak that hid it surveyed the street once, then vanished inside - the door had shut and was back to its disreputable old self before the guard returned, none the wiser...<BR><BR>In the cover of darkness, the muffled screams began.</b><BR><BR>The same dark eyes of the dream-figure shot open with a stifled shriek as the person they belonged to engaged herself in a brief struggle with the bedclothes.<BR><BR>Clambering out and struggling to the window of the Inn-room in which she had stayed the afternoon, Caenis Badeweaver thrust open the shutters, and then the window itself, sighing with relief as the light breeze swept in and took away with it the sickly stuffiness of nightmares.<BR><BR>Her red waves were ruffled as the wind caressed her face, but she neither noticed nor cared.<BR><BR>She was two years older now than she had been on the dreadful, dreadful night replayed in her nightmares over once a week - since she had arrived in Gonor, it had been every day - and it had etched weariness and untold sadness in her eyes... and yet, a beacon of defiance still remained.<BR><BR>That beacon told Caenis then to pull herself together, and to dress - so dress she did, in her customary long-sleeved tunic and trousers with her boots to keep the weather out and warmth in... and it looked like she was going to need it, after a quick glance outside.<BR><BR><u>Two years ago tonight... and the weather hasn't changed a bit.</u> Caenis thought sadly to herself - but time pressed on, and she had a prospective employer she needed to meet, anniversary or not. Though it might mean a lot to her, the mistaken back-street abortion of a briefly unwanted child meant nothing to an outsider.<BR><BR><u>Anyway, I can always drown my sorrows afterwards...</u> she speculated, drawing a faint lifeline of hope and casting around the mental image of an Ale flagon... that seemed to be the only thing that kept her sane these days.<BR><BR>The burning for another drink had parched her throat, and it was with that intention that she cast her black cloak over her shoulders, drew the hood up around her face - which nearly hid her face, so full of Elven features despite her Mortal mother - and set out onto the street via the back entrance of the Inn (she didn't need more temptation to partake of Alcohol than she had already, as she desperately needed to meet her clients sober).<BR><BR>The work she recieved as a mercenary - her Assassin days were far, far behind her - kept her travelling from place to place in pretty rapid succession, but there had been a huge flag in the interest for an escort, officer or bodyguard for several months. Caenis desperately needed the work, as although she had enough money to feed herself, it was the only thing that stopped her from brooding.<BR><BR>As soon as the first clap of thunder and bolt of lightening lit the skies with light and sound, Caenis wished she had stayed home.
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Mon May 19, 2003 3:26 pm

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Postby Riencuran » Tue Jun 03, 2003 10:30 am

Linn slipped quietly through the back streets, trying to avoid as many people as possible. The fair-haired Elf stopped at an old building, and leaned against it, her green eyes closed.<BR><BR>'If only I could return to Lorien...'she began to say to herself, but knew this conversation would be no different than the others she had with herself about her old home. 'If only I could return and be with <i>naneth</i> and <i>adar</i>, and forget all about Ki and...and the boy.' She bit back the tears that would come. Two nights ago had been the annirversary of the night she had tried to kill herself, her husband Ki, and unknowingly, the nameless son she carried. <BR><BR>'Iluvatar, why didn't you strike me down? Why didn't Ki live, and I die? Everyone loved Ki, except me. No one loved me, not after Marek. Valar, help me.' <BR><BR>Linn broke into silent tears, crying her heart out as the sky emptied itself of it's own tears, as Ki's image came into her mind, so peaceful sleeping, his blond hair over his face, skin so alive-looking. And she had taken her knife, and slit his throat, and her, and then he had screamed. He had kept screaming. She had not known someone could scream that much with a cut throat. She stopped when she heard someone coming, and her assassin and mercenary skills were activated, as she put a hand on one of her swords, as the person came nearer. <BR><BR>Linn knew it was a human, with her excellent eyesight, and readied her sword, in case it was a thief or her own past kind, a mercenary.<BR>
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Postby Caenis_Bladeweaver » Tue Jun 03, 2003 11:12 am

<i>Normally, Caenis would have just walked on past the stranger, stood there in the dull greyness of the alley with a hand on her hip - itching for a weapon, no doubt. The aura she approached her when she drew near convinced the alcohol-parched Caenis that it was an Elf... and a sad one, at that. Though most Elves seemed sad at the best of times - Caenis preferred to think of herself as impassive, rather than downright miserable -, this one seemed especially so. And the words she had spoken...</i><BR><BR>'Iluvatar, why didn't you strike me down? Why didn't Ki live, and I die? Everyone loved Ki, except me. No one loved me, not after Marek. Valar, help me.' <BR><BR><i>Caenis shook her head, thinking fiercely, <b>She hasn't had it half as bad as me. No-one has.</b> Pausing before the other Elfess, she muttered something to her as she pushed her way past.</i><BR><BR>"A little free advice for you, Elfess...don't bother talking to the Valar. They're deaf and dumb - and whats more, they couldn't care less anyway! So save passers-by the verbal torture, and find somewhere else to rent whatever personal baggage you seem to be carrying."<BR><BR><i>As she continued towards the Inn in question, a little voice in the back of Caenis' head told her she shouldn't have reacted like that - that at the start, she didn't mean to. <BR><BR>There had been a time when she would have stopped, guided the stranger to an Inn, asked her of her troubles... but everyone had troubles - and as far as she was concerned, none were as bad as her own.<BR><BR><b>Now, for that drink...</b><BR>
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Postby Riencuran » Fri Jun 06, 2003 8:34 am

'Oh to the Void with it all.' the Elf muttered. 'I need to find that Inn, and someone who should be cast into the Void isn't going to put me in a bad mood. I don't kill to satisfy my hunger for revenge. I don't kill to let my feelings go. I'm not supposed to be like that anymore. Ki and my son are over with. Dead. In the past, where they belong. Forget about them, you stupid Elf.' Linn slipped out a knife and cut herself on the wrist. It didn't hurt; her wrist was covered in scars that came by the way. She just did it to remind herself that she was alive, and not dead. She let it bleed and walked on.<BR><BR>Linn found the Inn where she was to meet the fellow who wanted her to do a job. She entered and found the same person who had insulted her for calling on the Valar.<BR><BR>‘Melkor and Mandos.’ She muttered. She ordered a drink and waited, shoving the thoughts of the girl away. She waited for her employer. <BR><i>Still can’t give up killing, can you Elf?</i> A small voice said to Linn. She shook her head and stared at her mug. No, she couldn't. She was in too deep. Too many years of bloodshed.
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