The Scarlet Vision
None can withstand our faith!
"What do you mean Commander Danthorn is missing!? Is this some kind of sick joke? My Master would never be killed or captured!" Screamed an enraged priest.
He was small and slender, defiantly short for his age with white blond hair and wide blue eyes. A face consuming blush of anger stained his cheeks apple red and caused his hands to glow the brilliant gold of the Holy Light that was worshiped to vehemently by him. Pointed ears shook as he tried to contain his rage.
The messenger took a fearful step back but to his credit, didn't flee.
"Inquisitor Goldwing, he's only missing per..per..hapse he's on a mission and just didn't tell the rest of his squadron?" The man said with carefully chosen words.
"Get out of my sight you pathetic liar!" Locien sobbed, covering his eyes with his hands that had returned to the usual snow white color of his skin. His ears continued to shake though now it was his tears and not rage.
"Ye..yes sir" the messenger affirmed, feeling bad for causing the Inquisitor to cry.
Inquisitor Locien Goldwing was Commander Danthorn's personal healer and advisor. The two where as close as Commander Mograine and High Inquisitor Whitemane. Sometimes it seemed they may be even closer than that.
The Messenger scampered out of the Crusader's Chapel part of the Monastery and went to report back to his superior.
Locien didn't take any notice of this, instead falling to his knees and sobbing his heart out. How could his master be dead? They wouldn't have bothered to send a messenger if he was merely missing. His Master spent more time 'missing' than he did sleeping!
Why?! What had possessed him to continue with his field work! His Master had given most of his life to the benefit of the Scarlet Crusade.
He could have taken the job that Lady Whitemane had offered and become a Guardsman in the Monastery. Could have stayed inside away from the harsh cruelties of the corrupt outside world.
No, his Master lived for the thrill of life. For the knowledge that his powers held a purpose that helped all mankind. He could never be happy couped up indoors.
"Inquisitor Goldwing, are you in pain" asked a red-haired priestess that he could not bring himself to re-call the name of.
"Yes" he hiccuped, brushing his treacherous tears away "But it's not a pain the light can heal" He continued "Now, leave me"
"But whats wrong?" The fool pried.
"Leave my presence Foul Woman!" he roared brokenly, unable to stand it when anyone besides Marsuis asked him about his problems.
One of the surrounding Paladins obviously heard him and came over.
"Inquisitor Goldwing? Is this person upsetting you?"
Rubbing the last remnants of tears from his eyes and turned away from both sets of eyes that watched him. "It doesn't matter I'm going to my room. Inform Lady Whitemane I won't be attending service tonight. I've already done my praying for the day"
The paladin gave him a confused look but knew better than to question the priest "Of course, Inquisitor"
Brushing some none-exsistant dust from his tabard, Locien stood without another word and left the Chapel in a flurry of white silk.
Monica, the red-haired priestess, looked at the paladin"I've never seen him so distraught before, he looked like the scourge had just taken control of the world!"
Jerimah sneered "NEVER say such a thing again! Do you understand!" he lowered his voice " You need to understand Monica, that when your higher ups are upset it is generally a good idea to not mention it. Especially to Lady Whitemane or Inquisitor Goldwing! If either of them are upset they will either speak to Master Mograine or Commander Danthorn, understand?" He visibly shivered "Then either of THEM will take care of the problem"
She still looked worried "But Commander Danthorn isn't here and I've never seen Inquisitor Goldwing OR High Inquisitor Whitemane cry before its... kinda unnerving"
"Unnerving or not" Jerimah glared "It's in your self interest to never mention this again. Who knows what such prying will lead people to believe...." he let the threat hang.
Scared for her life, Monica turned away.
Locien entered the room he and Marsuis shared he tossed his tabard aside. Not finding it within himself to fold it neatly as he usually did. Shortly after he also threw his stuffy robe onto his neatly made bed.
Left in nothing but a pair of loose woolen pants, Locien ignored his trunk of clothing in-favor of his masters own.
He remembered the fist time Marsuis had found him asleep in his bed with the Paladin's favorite shirt on. He'd just smiled, chuckled a little in the way that always made him feel better. Then told the priest he was welcome to use anything Marsuis had in the room.
Of course that hadn't lessened the embarrassment of being caught pining like some lonely widow, but it stopped the guilt on Locien's conciseness if nothing else.
"You fool" Locien whispered brokenly. Clutching Marsuis faded shirt like a life-line, because thats what it was. Locien had no reason to serve the light without his light! No reason at all! "You promised you wouldn't die, why out of all your crazy promises, why that one" he sobbed feeling his legs buckle under the tide of his depression "WHY THAT ONE!"
Shaking his head sadly he slipped the, now gray, shirt over his head. Finding a small spark of amusement that despite having grown a little bit over this year. Marsuis shirt STILL completely swallowed his small body whole. It almost looked like he was wearing a REALLY short robe.
Sniffling quietly Locien stood back up and proceeded to crawl under the dark crimson covers of Marsuis bedding.
"Why...you said....you promised...." His roller-coaster of sadness had finally caught up with him, causing darkness to quickly fill his vision "Marsuis Danthorn please....I'll do anything....just don't be dead" he murmured "Don't....be dead"
Me: Ohhhhhhhh very cryptic no?
Kouichi: No......your to much of a sap to let the poor guys master stay dead
Me: Duh! Thats the point of this whole fanfic!
Kouichi: watch he'll come back with something really corny like amnesia or something
Me: -suspiciously silent-