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wayfarers_lodgeThe sky over the mountain range was staining red with smoke and the omen of blood. Amaya turned her face to it as the party broke up their brief camp. They were one shorter than they should have been, than they had expected, but such was the price of their goal.
Kaylin sidled up to her as she tightened the straps of Matty's saddle, and gently patted her hand, almost as if reading her mind.
"Amaya, I'm sorry about Brother Domenic..." she said.
Brother Domenic had died in ignorance, executed for something he had never even dreamed of doing, by evidence planted by her own hand. He would have made an excellent brother, if he could have been convinced to cast aside his God and join with the Lord of the Mirrored Sun.
"It's alright, Kaylin," she replied, squeezing the other woman's hand briefly in thanks, "He served his purpose. It's a shame he died, but it's alright. Thank you."
It was true- the forges of the half-Celestial, Kergan, had been thoroughly destroyed, and the sanity of the Emperor Krieg had been further destabilised and would only crumble further. The production of the dreadful metal ships had been halted- possibly for good, given the expertise that had been required to make them in the first place, and the world was without the master smithing of the Eagle's Nest forges. This was a good start.
That hadn't stopped the troubling dreams, dreams that echoed the smell of Domenic's skin and the sound of his peaceful breathing as he slept. That hadn't stopped the remembering of his clueless, terrified eyes staring blindly from his head atop a guardsman's pike, the legend 'Traitor' written beneath for all to see.
They didn't matter. It didn't matter. The purpose was what mattered- he was just a priest of an enemy Angel. Even if they had have gotten him away, there was no guarantee he would have come to his senses in time to make any use of him. His death was her fault, but by the time they were done, the death of hundreds, thousands of others would be on her head as well, and for good cause. He was worth it.
They would all be worth it.
Amaya nodded a little to herself, and kicked herself up into Matty's saddle.
"Come on, guys. We've got a long way to go- I want to be over the Kendal before the Belden trading party gets to what's left of Eagle's Nest."
Kaylin sidled up to her as she tightened the straps of Matty's saddle, and gently patted her hand, almost as if reading her mind.
"Amaya, I'm sorry about Brother Domenic..." she said.
Brother Domenic had died in ignorance, executed for something he had never even dreamed of doing, by evidence planted by her own hand. He would have made an excellent brother, if he could have been convinced to cast aside his God and join with the Lord of the Mirrored Sun.
"It's alright, Kaylin," she replied, squeezing the other woman's hand briefly in thanks, "He served his purpose. It's a shame he died, but it's alright. Thank you."
It was true- the forges of the half-Celestial, Kergan, had been thoroughly destroyed, and the sanity of the Emperor Krieg had been further destabilised and would only crumble further. The production of the dreadful metal ships had been halted- possibly for good, given the expertise that had been required to make them in the first place, and the world was without the master smithing of the Eagle's Nest forges. This was a good start.
That hadn't stopped the troubling dreams, dreams that echoed the smell of Domenic's skin and the sound of his peaceful breathing as he slept. That hadn't stopped the remembering of his clueless, terrified eyes staring blindly from his head atop a guardsman's pike, the legend 'Traitor' written beneath for all to see.
They didn't matter. It didn't matter. The purpose was what mattered- he was just a priest of an enemy Angel. Even if they had have gotten him away, there was no guarantee he would have come to his senses in time to make any use of him. His death was her fault, but by the time they were done, the death of hundreds, thousands of others would be on her head as well, and for good cause. He was worth it.
They would all be worth it.
Amaya nodded a little to herself, and kicked herself up into Matty's saddle.
"Come on, guys. We've got a long way to go- I want to be over the Kendal before the Belden trading party gets to what's left of Eagle's Nest."
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Date: 2009-04-13 12:53 am (UTC)Smells like a coming storm...
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Date: 2009-04-18 04:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for your comment! I always love getting comments from people about my pieces who have no idea what's going on, gives me an idea as to the scale of the piece.
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