Hi again! (Yes, Aveyond is my current obsession.)
This particular installment will be a few chapters worth of my interpretation of events from the third Aveyond game.
And just to get this out of the way now...SPOILERS ALERT! I REPEAT SPOILERS ALERT!
So if you don't want some plot twists and endings spoiled, then don't read till you've played!
So, With the usual disclaimers, (and a pathetically cliche` title), we're off!
Galahad looked up as he heard a soft moan, watching his wife turn in her sleep.
He instinctively pulled the blanket back over her lithe body as it slipped to the ground, before returning to his stoic watch. They (his wife, himself, and the three human children) had decided to camp out for the night, and he was keeping an eye out for danger.
This, unfortunately, gave him plenty of time to think. But after today's events - thinking was the last thing he wanted to do.
There were so many questions in his head right now:
Why did he save his wife?
Why did he judge her worth saving?
Why had he given up his freedom?
Had that one discussion in the bar changed his opinion about her?
What was she thinking about him now?
He shook his head violently as if to re-arrange his thoughts.
First thing first. What were his feelings toward his wife right now?
Well, obviously, he still hated her.
No, perhaps 'hate' was too strong a word...
Greatly disliked.
But that wasn't it either.
He didn't dislike her personally (or at least he didn't think he did) but the fact that he had a vampire as a wife...
That was what he hated - that she was a creature of the dark.
Why did he hate vampires?
It was simple - because they were evil.
But while it was true that Tei'jal had her...moments, she was not evil. So why did he still find her presence distasteful?
Because although she may not have been evil, she was still a vampire.
What didn't he like about vampires?
For one, they preyed on humans.
But he had never seen Tei'jal drink a human's blood...
Another reason was because they longed for all things dark and corrupt.
But she was fighting right now to save the light from that very corruption...
Vampires were unholy beings, never meant to walk this world.
But if that was so, then why did he save her? Why not let her burn and have one less of the creatures plaguing the world?
With another long sigh, he gave up, trying again to clear his mind.
He would leave this contemplation for another time.
"Galahad?"
He looked up sharply as the achingly familiar voice interrupted his musing.
"Is something wrong, crumpet?"
"Nothing, wife. Go back to sleep."
Contrary to his words, she sat up, fixing those gentle red eyes on him, and reminding him again of the difference between his wife and most vampires.
"Something bothers you."
"It is none of your concern."
A small smirk graces her lips, and amusement crosses her features.
"Husband, your concerns are my own. I cannot relax when you are on edge. It is unnerving for me."
He sighed, allowing his eyes to wander from the dark of the forest to her.
"Truly, wife, there is nothing you can do. Rest and prepare for tomorrow."
Again, his words were ignored.
The vampress moved, so she sat by his side, and fixed her calm gaze on him.
"It is about what happened earlier, at the Keep, is it not?"
Galahad opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again a second later.
"As I suspected." She said quietly, "You regret saving me."
"I did not say that-" Galahad tried to clarify, but Tei'jal cut him off.
"I sort of expected that you would."
A dejected sigh, uncharacteristic of her.
"In that case, I will make you a deal, husband. If you will help me stop my brother, and do as I say, then once we have assurance of the human's safety, I will walk out into the sunlight, without sunscreen, and perish. You will be rid of me."
Galahad stared at her, half in shock, half in horror that she would suggest such a thing.
"I will not allow it!"
"Yet you wish me gone."
"I am not discussing this with you. You will do no such thing. Now go back to sleep."
She obediently edged back over to her place by the fire and lay down.
"I leave you that option, husband. Take it when you will." she said softly.
Galahad didn't reply for a while.
Should he take the deal?
If she was willing to set him free like that...
But it was for that reason that he couldn't. Because she was willing to die for his freedom, he could never take the deal.
"I have decided, wife," he said quietly, at length, "that you are not quite as evil as I thought you to be."
And although she seemed to be asleep, he saw her smile.
Well, that's all for now! Still have some touch-ups before I post chapter 2, but I'll try to get it up before...the end of January. *is smacked with a piece of toast for setting ridiculously long deadlines* (No, I don't know where I got the 'hitting with toast' thing...)
Well, school tomorrow. Bedtime. Bye, guys! (Review plz! ^^)