Chapter 3: The envy of Gayaer
Something happened that day that changed Gayaer. His face grew soft and loving as he held his newborn son. Even Lirimaer noticed the difference and she thought for the time that she loved him. For two year this went on with everyday, Gayaer becoming more loving and more generous. He started letting Lirimaer take walks in the forest because he knew that she would not leave and Lirimaer rejoiced in this new freedom.
Now, things were going good and Gayaer's trade with the dwarves increased and the small family became immersed in wealth but then there was a unexpected surprise. Two years after Morimaite was born, Lirimaer bore Gayaer a daughter. At first Gayaer was disappointed that it was not a son but when he looked upon his daughters face and her golden hair he loved her. Lirimaer and Gayaer named the girl, Dimire. As the years went by Gayaer would teach his daughter and his son to ride horse and to wield a sword but soon they drifted. Gayaer would spend a lot more time with Dimire, for he delighted in watching her ride her horse and a strong love grew between Gayaer and his daughter. Morimaite, on the other hand, would spend hours listening to his mother. She would teach him of the Earth and the plants and flowers that grew on it.
Morimaite had the looks of this mother, soft face and graceful movements but his eyes burned with intensity like his father's. Morimaite's demeanor was also like his mother's, for he was quiet and soft-spoken. He did not rejoice in battle and when he was eight he stopped feasting on animals and he respected all living things. Morimaite had great love for his mother and Gayaer saw this and he grew angry and gave just about all of his love to Dimire. Even though, Gayaer was determined to teach his son more and more and Morimaite craved learning. When Morimaite was not talking to his mother he was with his father in the smithy, tempering metals and makings gems. It was when Morimaite was seven years old when Gayaer gave him the sword Nurunaar as a gift and when Morimaite held the sword aloft the blade shown green like his eyes. Gayaer also would teach Morimaite skills with a sword and when Morimaite was eleven years old he has surpassed his father in both speed and strength but Morimaite was wise and he kept his strength hidden and did not tell his father.
Dimire was just the opposite of Morimaite. She had golden hair like her mother but had the chiseled features of her father. She was beautiful in her own way and she would often ride in the woods upon the family's horses. When Dimire was six her father found her a horse that was wondering by the river Mindeb. To Dimire this was the greatest present ever and she named it Sindaweth, grey shadow. Sindaweth had silver-grey hair and dark brown eyes and when Gayaer watched her ride him he had great pride. Dimire was a free spirit and she would ride off in the morning and journey far on her horse, not returning until late in the evening. She carried her sword everywhere and even at age six she was skilled in using it. Sometimes she would fight Morimaite and he would let her win and they would both laugh together in the woods. Morimaite loved his sister and when he could get her to sit, he would teach her what he knew but Dimire's mind wandered and these lessons did not last long.
One day as fate would have it Morimaite and Dimire were practicing fencing with their father when into the forest of their home ran a band orcs. Gayaer stepped in front of his son and daughter and drew his sword but Morimaite being eleven was not about to be left out and stepped next to his father who, for the last time, looked proudly at his son saying, 'You have the blood of your father in you Morimaite'. The two of them fought the orcs together and killed them swiftly and Gayaer watched in amazement as his eleven year old son fought better then he.
After all the orcs were killed Gayaer, Morimaite, and Dimire returned to their house and Morimaite and Dimire talked about it with their mother very excitedly but Gayaer was silent. He watched them talk and then something stirred in Gayaer. That night Gayaer was sleepless and he grew extremely envious of his son. His son had won the love of Lirimaer and he had now surpassed him in fighting skills. Gayaer spent the whole night obsessing over Morimaite and in the morning he hardened his heart and did the unthinkable. He woke Morimaite up at the crack of dawn and told him in a stern voice to get dressed. Dimire and Lirimaer were still sleeping at the time but Gayaer knew that they would awake soon and so he hurried.
They rode out into the forest until they came to a clearing. There Gayaer got off his horse and drew his sword. Morimaite looked at his father curiously and Gayaer grinned evilly. Terror entered Morimaite's eyes and he leaped off his horse and attempted to draw his sword. His expression turned to shock as his blade stuck in the sheath from the frost and Gayaer charged his son. With a great cry of fear Morimaite leaped to the side and with a strong pull, yanked his sword from the scabbard. Morimaite's eyes blazed with intensity as he hated his father and the blade of his great sword Nurunaar was as black and as terrible as the night, and the morning sun reflected off the blade. Gayaer charged again and just missed hitting Morimaite in the shoulder. But Morimaite, being quick, stepped to the side and hit his father in the back creating a long horizontal gash. Gayaer fell to the ground and Morimaite consumed with anger and hate was about to kill his father when Gayaer looked at his son and fear flashed in his eyes. There Morimaite hesitated and Gayaer took this opportunity and leaped up, grabbing his sword and jumping on his horse. Before Morimaite could react Gayaer was already of ridding at full speed through the woods. In a matter of seconds Morimaite was on his horse and following him but Gayaer had the faster steed and a head start and Morimaite did not know what he was doing.
As Morimaite was ridding a thought entered his head and he almost dismissed it but he took heed to his feelings. Nurunaar quickly turned blue in desperation as he realized that Gayaer meant to kill Lirimaer. He rode faster trying to catch up to his father and hoping that Dimire was home to stop Gayaer. He weaved through the tress as fast as the horse would go and he reached home only to find that Sindaweth was gone. There hope left him and he dropped down of his horse and ran to the front of the house where he stopped dead in his tracks.
Something happened that day that changed Gayaer. His face grew soft and loving as he held his newborn son. Even Lirimaer noticed the difference and she thought for the time that she loved him. For two year this went on with everyday, Gayaer becoming more loving and more generous. He started letting Lirimaer take walks in the forest because he knew that she would not leave and Lirimaer rejoiced in this new freedom.
Now, things were going good and Gayaer's trade with the dwarves increased and the small family became immersed in wealth but then there was a unexpected surprise. Two years after Morimaite was born, Lirimaer bore Gayaer a daughter. At first Gayaer was disappointed that it was not a son but when he looked upon his daughters face and her golden hair he loved her. Lirimaer and Gayaer named the girl, Dimire. As the years went by Gayaer would teach his daughter and his son to ride horse and to wield a sword but soon they drifted. Gayaer would spend a lot more time with Dimire, for he delighted in watching her ride her horse and a strong love grew between Gayaer and his daughter. Morimaite, on the other hand, would spend hours listening to his mother. She would teach him of the Earth and the plants and flowers that grew on it.
Morimaite had the looks of this mother, soft face and graceful movements but his eyes burned with intensity like his father's. Morimaite's demeanor was also like his mother's, for he was quiet and soft-spoken. He did not rejoice in battle and when he was eight he stopped feasting on animals and he respected all living things. Morimaite had great love for his mother and Gayaer saw this and he grew angry and gave just about all of his love to Dimire. Even though, Gayaer was determined to teach his son more and more and Morimaite craved learning. When Morimaite was not talking to his mother he was with his father in the smithy, tempering metals and makings gems. It was when Morimaite was seven years old when Gayaer gave him the sword Nurunaar as a gift and when Morimaite held the sword aloft the blade shown green like his eyes. Gayaer also would teach Morimaite skills with a sword and when Morimaite was eleven years old he has surpassed his father in both speed and strength but Morimaite was wise and he kept his strength hidden and did not tell his father.
Dimire was just the opposite of Morimaite. She had golden hair like her mother but had the chiseled features of her father. She was beautiful in her own way and she would often ride in the woods upon the family's horses. When Dimire was six her father found her a horse that was wondering by the river Mindeb. To Dimire this was the greatest present ever and she named it Sindaweth, grey shadow. Sindaweth had silver-grey hair and dark brown eyes and when Gayaer watched her ride him he had great pride. Dimire was a free spirit and she would ride off in the morning and journey far on her horse, not returning until late in the evening. She carried her sword everywhere and even at age six she was skilled in using it. Sometimes she would fight Morimaite and he would let her win and they would both laugh together in the woods. Morimaite loved his sister and when he could get her to sit, he would teach her what he knew but Dimire's mind wandered and these lessons did not last long.
One day as fate would have it Morimaite and Dimire were practicing fencing with their father when into the forest of their home ran a band orcs. Gayaer stepped in front of his son and daughter and drew his sword but Morimaite being eleven was not about to be left out and stepped next to his father who, for the last time, looked proudly at his son saying, 'You have the blood of your father in you Morimaite'. The two of them fought the orcs together and killed them swiftly and Gayaer watched in amazement as his eleven year old son fought better then he.
After all the orcs were killed Gayaer, Morimaite, and Dimire returned to their house and Morimaite and Dimire talked about it with their mother very excitedly but Gayaer was silent. He watched them talk and then something stirred in Gayaer. That night Gayaer was sleepless and he grew extremely envious of his son. His son had won the love of Lirimaer and he had now surpassed him in fighting skills. Gayaer spent the whole night obsessing over Morimaite and in the morning he hardened his heart and did the unthinkable. He woke Morimaite up at the crack of dawn and told him in a stern voice to get dressed. Dimire and Lirimaer were still sleeping at the time but Gayaer knew that they would awake soon and so he hurried.
They rode out into the forest until they came to a clearing. There Gayaer got off his horse and drew his sword. Morimaite looked at his father curiously and Gayaer grinned evilly. Terror entered Morimaite's eyes and he leaped off his horse and attempted to draw his sword. His expression turned to shock as his blade stuck in the sheath from the frost and Gayaer charged his son. With a great cry of fear Morimaite leaped to the side and with a strong pull, yanked his sword from the scabbard. Morimaite's eyes blazed with intensity as he hated his father and the blade of his great sword Nurunaar was as black and as terrible as the night, and the morning sun reflected off the blade. Gayaer charged again and just missed hitting Morimaite in the shoulder. But Morimaite, being quick, stepped to the side and hit his father in the back creating a long horizontal gash. Gayaer fell to the ground and Morimaite consumed with anger and hate was about to kill his father when Gayaer looked at his son and fear flashed in his eyes. There Morimaite hesitated and Gayaer took this opportunity and leaped up, grabbing his sword and jumping on his horse. Before Morimaite could react Gayaer was already of ridding at full speed through the woods. In a matter of seconds Morimaite was on his horse and following him but Gayaer had the faster steed and a head start and Morimaite did not know what he was doing.
As Morimaite was ridding a thought entered his head and he almost dismissed it but he took heed to his feelings. Nurunaar quickly turned blue in desperation as he realized that Gayaer meant to kill Lirimaer. He rode faster trying to catch up to his father and hoping that Dimire was home to stop Gayaer. He weaved through the tress as fast as the horse would go and he reached home only to find that Sindaweth was gone. There hope left him and he dropped down of his horse and ran to the front of the house where he stopped dead in his tracks.