Tag: Old writings x 20

(Below is the first of what will be several glimpses into Amorthon’s past. He has no memory - currently - of these events.)

It could’ve passed for a picture perfect scene. Two high back chairs a comfortable distance from a cozy fire, the two adults lounging comfortably, one in each chair, skimming through their choice of reading material, oblivious to the nine-year-old and his companion - a small lynx- huddled conspiratorially by the foot of the stairs. Quiet footsteps, a motion for his four-legged friend to follow just like they’d done hundreds of times before. Just a little farther…the boy’s tongue was stuck out in concentration, that floorboard creaks aaand that one doesn’t. Okay, just a liiittle more. Almost...

There were a few things the ranger had been forced to learn early on in his life…one of which was to get used to sleeping on uncomfortable surfaces. Cold ground? Not a problem. A few branches up in a tree? Sure, why not? A ‘comfortable spot’ between a few jagged rocks? If there were no other options, then okay. So waking up on a cot and feeling like he’d just been sat on by a kodo was not something he’d been expecting. 

Amorthon groaned as he cracked his eyes open, his whole form aching, but a majority of the pain focused in his left shoulder. ‘…What the hell did I do…? And why is it ALWAYS that shoulder?’ He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a breath before attempting to sit up…immediately freezing and...

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

Weeks inside the city walls had done nothing for his nerves and it was here, among the waterfalls, the thick canopy, and ever present wildlife that he felt he could breathe again. The vice, that had been in place since he set foot back inside those walls, finally loosened and he could focus once again.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

He’d hoped that going back would keep him distracted. That daily hunts with Savage, chasing after the twins while Andivia worked, and doing what he could to help her relax after work would keep him busy enough that his mind wouldn’t drift back to all the little -reminders- this time of year brought with it. The fire festival had many memories attached to it, and as...

Everything will change 

He’d tried not to have expectations…he really had. Tried not to think about what it would be like when the man woke up, or what questions he might finally get answers to when both his ‘father’ and 'brother’ were there to produce those answers. But he had…he’d spent the entire week going through and picking which questions he wanted answers to, and thinking about what he’d actually SAY when faced with both of them. All that time? Wasted, as the moment the two were both conscious and near one another it turned into absolute chaos.

Fistfights, yelling, magic used to separate the two. One now sat in a cell while the other was being patched up (again) in the infirmary of his employer. And where...

The first rays of sunshine filtering through the trees of Eversong Woods found the ranger slowly making his way down one of the many rarely used paths only those familiar with the area bothered to use. He’d been up before sunrise, as usual, to take Savage hunting. The hunt had been good exercise, and it had been good to start to get back into a routine, something he had been avoiding for weeks. 

Amorthon adjusted his bag on his shoulder, and his grip on his bow before motioning for Savage to follow. Had anyone been following it would have appeared that the ranger was simply wandering, with no destination in mind. The reality was that he very much had a destination in mind. Somewhere he hadn’t visited in over a year…somewhere...