Excuse any big an error on my part, not much of Gourry's past is known and I'm going mostly on speculation. R&R is greatly loved and appreciated.
The old man sat on the rock, the moonlight glowing about him eerily. The tall, handsome youth was suddenly struck by how old he seemed, how much life had left him since yesterday.
"I see you are leaving." He bowed his head and Gourry did the same.
"Yes, master I…"The younger man paused, not sure how to exactly say what had happened and what was going to happen. In a few hours his family would be awake and see what he had done.
"You're leaving. Is it to protect yourself or your family?"
"My family mostly." Unconsciously, his hand tightened on the hilt of the sword. "I'm doing this for them."
"They will not understand why you left and probably never will. You will be an outsider, considered a traitor."
"I know." The blond man fidgeted, his attention beginning to wane already.
The man sitting atop the rocks looked even more forlorn. He knew Gourry to be the better swordsman and the one that should be trusted with the Sword of Light, but he sometimes found himself doubting his own judgment. Time, the sword master decided, would tell.
"There's no other choice is there master?" Gourry looked at the sheathed blade at his side and knew that he couldn't bear using it again. He had been trained long ago as a mercenary, a trained swordsman that would show no remorse, and knew how to use different weapons. Soon, Gourry would destroy the sword or at least try to, and then…He would worry about it when he got there. Get a different sword and go far away from Elmekia; to a place where no one knew his name.
A thought occurred to him and he looked at his master and the corners of his mouth turned up as he imagined his elder brother making a joke about Gourry thinking.
As though reading his mind, the old man looked at Gourry and nearly shrugged.
"You must leave now, Master Gourry. Your brother Daren will be after you if you don't leave."
'Master Gourry' winced and could feel tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. His brother would never forgive him, always curse his name and would consider him a traitor forever. The old swords master was right, just like he always was.
Gourry touched the weapon furtively and tried to remember what his mother would say about knocking on wood. Something about luck…
"Master Gourry, go. Avoid anyone you see until you are far away from Elmekia. Bring glory to your name, but do it far away. There are plenty of kingdoms that need swordsmen of your caliber."
Gourry nodded, eyes focused on the family heirloom that had caused so many fights. The fighting would stop in a little while though, he was sure. They would hate him, and yes, never understand.
"Goodbye, master" Gourry bowed one last time and started down the rocky path. The port hopefully wasn't too far away.
The man who had trained him and his brother to use the sword watched the young man begin down the path. With any luck, the Sword of Light would be at the bottom of the sea by the end of the week.