We were the Knights

by flockgirl

Messengers have one job: Deliver. It doesn't matter what the quandary or the cost, you cannot flounder. The Gods are watching, waiting, and if you fail, they will punish you. My name is Kari, and I am a messenger of Sevasa. (Original Story)

We were the knights who wanted peace

And ended up in hell.

We were the knights who knew too much

And that is why we fell.

Lasanai was once a happy village; the days full of purposeful labor and the nights packed with music and festival. My mother always told me that it was the Gods' will that we had no quarrel with the other villages, that the councilman Jennings from Lasanai never held a grudge. Jennings was a kind man with a good heart, and so was his father before him, and the father's father before him, and so on. We were blessed, mother said, so we should thank them for what we had.

Every meal ended in a silent prayer to the God of good meals, and an offering. Nothing special, just a bit of your food or a small amount of money that you tossed into the lake. That is, if you hadn't done something you had regretted. Regret was the worst kind of feeling once could have in Lasanai, a sin really. If you had felt regret, you must offer up one of your most prized possessions. Some had gone so far as to offer their Child. Law was law, and that was how we kept our little town safe.

I was a little girl back then, when Lasanai was a happy town. I was innocent, almost too much so. The happiness was too short lived in my lifetime. Two weeks after my ninth birthday was when the happiness ended and the Shadows fell.