Darrian hugged Shiani gently; he felt a piece of rising in his throat. Then he sighed and let go.
"We will miss you." Shianni said, sadly.
Darrian turned and left Shianni resting in the bed.
He walked to the middle of the room and looked at his childhood home. He put coins he did take from palace on the table, he would hardly any use. They would be more useful to his family.
He checked his equipment's. Dagger, backpack, flint, a piece of candle, he was considering taking more food, but concluded that the gray warden would take care of it, and probably his future weapons as well so he left the dagger on the table. He checked cloak, the one he had taken from the palace. It was a good gray cloak. It would protect from the cold and wind.
He stepped out and closed door, he let out a surprisingly loud voice, sounding the final. The clouds that had risen in the sky during the night, opened at the same time and it started to rain.
His father was standing some distance away and turned to look at him.
Darrian opened his mouth to say something, even though he did not know what. But his father got him first.
"Get going before I embarrass us both."
Darrian nodded and pulled the hood over his head when walked pass his father. Not because of the rain but that his father would see his tears.
Alienage was quiet and Darrian walked the deserted streets. Almost all elves were gone, rain had driven those away and rest were worried what would happened when news Vaughen dead would reach rest of city.
Yesterday's was supposed to be the happiest day of his life end of his childhood. Day what he would remember all his life, as his parents had remembered they own.
Well I centrally would remember this day. Bloody weddings.
His steps felt heavy, a lot of shemlen was dead, by his hands. Soon the news spread throughout the city. What it would mean if guilty one could not get, he had taken responsibility for everything, saving Soris and perhaps a few other elves who take part of killing in the palace.
Would shemlen leave the other elves and alienagen alone or would the palace massacre lead retaliation to all the elves.
Vhenadahl- Tree of the people did soon became visible. The great and mighty, it dominated all alienage. He remembered the time when his parents had brought him here and told that the tree represented all of them. In it shade, elves celebrated, told stories, laughed and wept.
Under this tree were his parents promised to each other, like everyone else.
I did almost did that too.
Darrian did walk next to it, and placed his hands on the rough surface. Then he sighed, what he did expect, some kind of sign he hoped.
I really not believe any gods, shemlen or elven gods. None of them did offer any help.
"I just hope that no other would have the pay price of my actions." He said quietly.
Darrian sighed and walk past the tree, he did try look and remember alienage, I could be this was last time when he see it.
Soon he approached the gates of the alienage, Grey Warden was standing there waiting for him. As Darrian approach, warden turned to look at him.
"Are you ready?" Warden asked.
Darrian just nodded, he could not say anything.