Post by Preedy1978 on Sept 11, 2004 14:11:03 GMT
Karl lays his head back down on the pillow, back in his little houseboat, with a heavy sigh. Hia armour, laid out on the floor in a untidy heap a sign of his weariness, as he was normally a tidy person. Thinking back on what had happened over the past months had filled him at first with wonder, then increased anxiety, despair and now worry.
So much had happened.. how to tell everyone that would surely want to hear the tale of his departure... where he had been... and how would he explain his brothers change of attitude?
Karl crosses both arms over his head, as he looks up at the ceiling of his room. How about explaining all the changes that have happened to him?
karl looks over at Lyon, who is sleeping in his usual place, a rather worn and battered, but comfy couch. Lyon is fast asleep, yet lines are across his forehead, in an unreadable expression, something Karl knows is not good.
So much has happened... and yet no matter his attitude, or loyalties, karl feels he will always love his brother, and he knows the feeling is mutual. Hopefully, family ties will overcome the rift that has come between them, but at least for the moment, uneasy though it is, a semblence of normality has finally returned to their lives.
"One day," Karl thinks to himself "Lyon will forgive me, but it was something that HAD to be done. Things are meant to be as they are."
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyon dreams.... his trip from the isle has not been a pleasant one. At first, elation at escaping Fredian turned to despair as him and his brother realised what fate in store for them. His memories of those months away are not pleasant to him... but he dreams them.
Lyon awakes with a quiet start. His brother is now fast asleep, and so Lyon slips on a tunic and hose quietly, and slips up onto the deck of the securely moored ship that they called home.
His brothers transformation troubles him, although at first, it was a pleasing, and moving experience. Lyon always thought it was what Karl should always be. But he also kept thinking back to what Karl did afterwards, and although he knows it was the right desicion, he cannot yet forgive, or forget. A bitter feeling of resentment and anger rages up inside of him, and he knows that he "hates" his brother for what has happened, yet loves him still as kin also.
Many an hour passes as he watches the full moons reflection on the clear waters of the ocean, he stands by the ships rail, still engrossed in thought at what he could have done, and knowing he would not have changed what they did, and again knowing it was the right choice, he grows more angry. "The only person you should look out for is yourself, Lyon... all others are fools!!" His feelings voiced, he calms down, yet he is in turmoil with himself, and only half believes what he is telling himself. Despair gnaws at him for a moment, and he resists the urge to cry aloud. Instead, he returns below decks to gather his gear. A trip into Styne might distract his mind away from such thoughts for a while....
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Karl awakes, just after dawn. He realises that he should really report for duty, as he is a knight after all, and that people will have worried about him. He thinks long and hard about Mala, and realises that he hasnt seen her for what seems like an eternity... yet it seems he wasnt in Fredian for an eternity either, and in passing to reach his home, so much had seemed changed.
A massive, boiling pang of guilt swells up inside of him, as he realises that he really treated her badly. Duty was always first to him... and yet, how could it have been any other way? He is a Knight first, and foremost... he would try to find Mala, and at least explain to her. A grim determination creeps over him... he would get her to listen, even if he had to tie her down to a darn rock! He smiles suddenly, thinking back to fond memories... some things never change.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyon sighs as he stands over the body of the lady that had challanged him repeatedly to a duel. She had been a most worthy opponent, and if it wasnt for the fact that he was still so well equipped, it would have ended differently.
He looked down at her, and regretted the whole thing immensly, feelings of self-disgust swept over him, realising that he had slain a person who was a shining example of decency. He had really provoked her into the fight, she really had no choice but to defend her honour so... he knew he would have if offended so.
He looked over to see Rose standing near him, with her helm on as always, but with an uneasy, stance and air about her... this was not the Lyon of old, yet his feelings and conscious screamed at him that this was wrong, not him at all... his brain was telling him to just mind himself, and sod the rest!
His compassion broke through a little, however, as old habits die hard... using a scroll of considerable power, he returns life to the body of the fallen lady. She is even gracious in defeat, but Lyon spouts out words of a harsh nature to hide is own feelings of disgust at himself. He doesnt really pay attention to the conversation, and leaves soon after, his heart, and head filled with self-doubt and defeat.
So much had happened.. how to tell everyone that would surely want to hear the tale of his departure... where he had been... and how would he explain his brothers change of attitude?
Karl crosses both arms over his head, as he looks up at the ceiling of his room. How about explaining all the changes that have happened to him?
karl looks over at Lyon, who is sleeping in his usual place, a rather worn and battered, but comfy couch. Lyon is fast asleep, yet lines are across his forehead, in an unreadable expression, something Karl knows is not good.
So much has happened... and yet no matter his attitude, or loyalties, karl feels he will always love his brother, and he knows the feeling is mutual. Hopefully, family ties will overcome the rift that has come between them, but at least for the moment, uneasy though it is, a semblence of normality has finally returned to their lives.
"One day," Karl thinks to himself "Lyon will forgive me, but it was something that HAD to be done. Things are meant to be as they are."
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyon dreams.... his trip from the isle has not been a pleasant one. At first, elation at escaping Fredian turned to despair as him and his brother realised what fate in store for them. His memories of those months away are not pleasant to him... but he dreams them.
Lyon awakes with a quiet start. His brother is now fast asleep, and so Lyon slips on a tunic and hose quietly, and slips up onto the deck of the securely moored ship that they called home.
His brothers transformation troubles him, although at first, it was a pleasing, and moving experience. Lyon always thought it was what Karl should always be. But he also kept thinking back to what Karl did afterwards, and although he knows it was the right desicion, he cannot yet forgive, or forget. A bitter feeling of resentment and anger rages up inside of him, and he knows that he "hates" his brother for what has happened, yet loves him still as kin also.
Many an hour passes as he watches the full moons reflection on the clear waters of the ocean, he stands by the ships rail, still engrossed in thought at what he could have done, and knowing he would not have changed what they did, and again knowing it was the right choice, he grows more angry. "The only person you should look out for is yourself, Lyon... all others are fools!!" His feelings voiced, he calms down, yet he is in turmoil with himself, and only half believes what he is telling himself. Despair gnaws at him for a moment, and he resists the urge to cry aloud. Instead, he returns below decks to gather his gear. A trip into Styne might distract his mind away from such thoughts for a while....
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Karl awakes, just after dawn. He realises that he should really report for duty, as he is a knight after all, and that people will have worried about him. He thinks long and hard about Mala, and realises that he hasnt seen her for what seems like an eternity... yet it seems he wasnt in Fredian for an eternity either, and in passing to reach his home, so much had seemed changed.
A massive, boiling pang of guilt swells up inside of him, as he realises that he really treated her badly. Duty was always first to him... and yet, how could it have been any other way? He is a Knight first, and foremost... he would try to find Mala, and at least explain to her. A grim determination creeps over him... he would get her to listen, even if he had to tie her down to a darn rock! He smiles suddenly, thinking back to fond memories... some things never change.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Lyon sighs as he stands over the body of the lady that had challanged him repeatedly to a duel. She had been a most worthy opponent, and if it wasnt for the fact that he was still so well equipped, it would have ended differently.
He looked down at her, and regretted the whole thing immensly, feelings of self-disgust swept over him, realising that he had slain a person who was a shining example of decency. He had really provoked her into the fight, she really had no choice but to defend her honour so... he knew he would have if offended so.
He looked over to see Rose standing near him, with her helm on as always, but with an uneasy, stance and air about her... this was not the Lyon of old, yet his feelings and conscious screamed at him that this was wrong, not him at all... his brain was telling him to just mind himself, and sod the rest!
His compassion broke through a little, however, as old habits die hard... using a scroll of considerable power, he returns life to the body of the fallen lady. She is even gracious in defeat, but Lyon spouts out words of a harsh nature to hide is own feelings of disgust at himself. He doesnt really pay attention to the conversation, and leaves soon after, his heart, and head filled with self-doubt and defeat.
