Wahnsinn des Herzens

Thursday, August 27, 2009

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I know that in my heart that we will never be together because I am after all, a lowly minion.

I am lucky that he even grants me sentience or else I would just be another mindless servant of his Lordship.

"My Lord" is how I address him because I thought it was an appropriate way of addressing my Master. He had once told me that did not appreciated being call 'Master' as the contract highlighted the relationship and I amended it quickly something more elegant. He seemed pleased with 'my Lord.' I still call him 'Master' in my mind though, as the contract on my neck says I should. The contract seems to have a mind of its own sometimes and I wonder if my Master is aware of it. I hear a hum sometimes when I feel the contract working on me.

Recently, my Master had suffered a bearable defeat under the lake at Light Fortress and it was a month later when he called for his minions. I was traveling back to my home planet when I felt his rich and deep voice enter my mind and commanded me to him while the mark at my neck became warm. I simply slipped away from my retinue of guards by lulling them to sleep with a hum (magic was involved, of course).

I found my Master quickly in the obscure realm of Poneros galaxies away from where I lived but I did not care because my Master had called me. I had to admit though that it was a nice and quaint sort of realm that reminded me of Eraklyon Castle. I found him on a lakeshore that was contoured by an archaic village that still relied on medieval methods of survival. I will say this now that I don't have anything against using a real fire to cook a meal or dipping yourself in cold water for a bath but what concerned me was that the village bordered serfdom with the little stone and mud thatched roof huts and malnourished people working on fields.

All of this was long after I realised that I was the only one to come to my Master's summons and I was enraged at the lack of loyalty. He then laughed at me with that rich voice of his as if enjoying my rage and said, "You're the only one under my contract, my dear." At that, I became flushed.

We stood on a beach of sorts we walked along the shore for a bit as he told me what we were going to do. Which was strange because I was still wearing my immaculate red and gold dress and he was wearing his purple coat with a classic linen shirt, black pants and soft leather boots as he explained to me his plans. We kind of looked like we were taking a stroll or courting each other.

The forest surrounding the lake was dense and filled with life. I saw several wolves step out from the tree line to walk long it with several puppies. I saw fish jumping out of the crystalline lake and birds fly in a ragged bird about our heads. The serfs gave us wary looks as we passed by their fields and we saw the dissension etched in their faces as they eyed us. The lake was also surrounded by two particularly close mountains and the lake had several islands dotting its surface.

"There is a man here that I would like to meet," he started, "He owes me quite a bit." He pointed at a gleaming stone castle that sat at the base of a mountain a fair distance away from the lake. It was not too far nor was it too close. "Actually, it's more like invasion of my home."

"My Lord?" I asked clarification.

"This land is mine," he waved his arms about him meaning the land. "I might have left my castle for seventeen years but it does not mean that I was dead nor did I let anyone have it," he said more to himself. "Someone had the audacity to set themselves in my home.

So he was of good birth, I thought. We were there to reclaim a piece of property that solely and rightfully belonged to my Master. "Do you mean to say that the serf village is yours as well?"

"Of course. I need food to survive, too," he said with a tinge of humour.

"Do you mean to storm the castle?" I can speak rather formally if I want to.

"Right at this very moment. Will you accompany me?" he said rather jovially. It looked like intended to enjoy the attack.

I don't know why I like him. I just do.

I wanted to say yes immediately but I was not quite dressed for the part of looking menacing. I looked down at my gown with a little concern. I could transform but I was a little worried about being recognised since I had just run away from my death penalty. I followed him up to the castle door. It was a massive thing but I had seen enough castles to say it was not the most defensible or impressive thing in the world.

And then he blasted it down with a single wave of his hands. He sauntered on in deliberately throwing in ultimatums and telling people to leave while he made pieces of furniture exploded into splinters. I won't go into detail because it was all pretty simple. He found and threatened the then 'Lord' Gudrun to leave or he would massacre them all. This all happened in the Great Hall by the way and looked like it was lunch time for them. Anyways, there was a bit of arguing and shouting and then people started running out of the castle.

Then the castle was finally his. It felt all too terribly odd since wouldn't that mean that someone could track him here? No one did though and we eventually set up house in the place and got on to studying.

Latter Note: She's still a zombie of sorts but she can express herself. The reason of the castle is important. Diaspro won't know everything about the entire situation which is why her explanations aren't too terribly detailed like why Valtor has a castle or is of noble birth.