Disclaimer: I don't own anything except most of the names you don't
recognize. So far only his parents, Liara, and Rans I think. Don't' sue
me, pretty please (
I would like to say this was inspired by the I am Lord Voldemort fancfic,
which gave me the idea to write a Brona-Warlock Lord fic, thank you
Nemesis!(
Ok, here is the next chapter. It's a bit shorter, but there was just some
stuff I needed to get in it, and I had to have a cliff hanger *evil grin*
It might not make much since, but just bear with me. For those of you who
want him to be outright evil from the start, he isn't going to be, because
it's more sad and dramatic this way. I like writing stuff about people's
inner battles, so, again, bear with me. Here goes:
The Joyous Day of Celebration and Disappointment~
Liara had been working in the Inn all day, washing dishes, when the stranger walked in. He was a young man, with blackish hair and bright green eyes. She had never seen him in town before, so she figured he was just a traveler. But there was something different about him. He had a sadness about him, that most travelers didn't have. She hustled over to offer him a drink, curious to what he would be doing in this small town. "Can I get you something to drink?" Liara asked politely. "Just water, please" Came the rely. Liara was so shocked at the sadness in his voice she almost didn't fetch his drink. But she came back to her senses and headed off to get a mug of water. When she returned, she decided to attempt conversation, to see what the young man was doing here. "So, what brings you to out small town, stranger. We usually don't get many of your kind here," She said as she set down his drink. "I am only passing through, looking for a room for the night." "Would you mind if I asked your name? Not that it matters or anything..," "I am-" Brona knew he should never call himself such again, as that name was tainted by what he had done, and he certainly didn't want to use the dwarfs name for him, so he gave the first name that came to his head, that of his druid grandfather. "I am Rendalarion." He said after a slight pause. "Wow, what a noble name indeed, I am Liara by the way, my father owns this Inn. Feel free to ask if you need anything." She said, smiling at him. Although she was quite pretty, in fact a girl about his age with auburn hair and brown eyes, Rendalarion (as he refused to refer to himself as Brona any longer) did not notice. He was too lost in his inner guilt to acknowledge such things. Although he thought what he did was evil, he couldn't help remember the pleasure as he plunged the cold blade into Rans's chest. He shuddered at the thought, and tried to pass it from his mind. After finishing his water, he headed up to the small bedroom that he had gotten for the night. He had been practicing his magical ability ever since leaving the destroyed shack he used to live in. He was to the point where he could make a small ball of light appear in his hand, though he couldn't do anything with it. He sighed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
He awoke to the same young woman from the night before standing over him, with a tray of breakfast. "I though you might be hungry, as you didn't eat anything last night, so I brought you some breakfast 'sorry if I woke you up," She said cheerily. "Thank you, I appreciate it," He responded in a groggy voice. "I needed to get up anyway, I need to be on my way." "What? Leaving so soon? We don't often get strangers, here.but I guess you have important things to do. Where are you headed, by the way?" He studied her for a long moment. "I guess it's all right to tell you. I hate to lie any more then I have to. I am going to Paranor, to become a druid." He answered her. "OH, I um, have always been fascinated with such things, since I was a little girls reading tales of the faeries and the demons. Would you be ever so kind as to take me with you. I don't know if they let girls train, but I can at least try." She said this all real fast, and Rendalarion did not know what to say. "I guess. Try not to be much of a hassle, though. I want to get there quickly." He said, after a little though. The girl would be a burden, but he was at a loss of what else to do. "Oh, I will run the whole way, if you want me to." She practically squealed with delight. "Let me go pack my things, and I will meet you out front.
Rendalarion sighed as he packed together his small set of belongings. He knew moat boys his age would be overjoyed to be traveling with such a pretty girl, but he viewed her simply as a hassle, someone would who would get in the way of his important work. However, even though she was a little overly cheerful, he figured after one or two days of traveling, she would loose her happy edge. He headed down to the front of the tavern to meet his anxious traveling companion. "There you are. What took you so long? Anyway, do you know how to get to Paranor. I heard it's really difficult, I was doing some research in my fathers library. But I am sure we will-" "I know how to get there. It will not be difficult if you don't make it so. Shall we head out?" Rendalarion cut her off and waved his hand ahead. "OK, lets go." She responded cheerily. Rendalarion sighed, this was going to be a long trip.
After about the first day, Liara did seem to calm down. Rendalarion even found her interesting to talk to. "Can I call you Larion, 'cause Rendalarion is such a mouthful every time I want to say your name. It's a nice name, though, very noble." She was saying as the sun was just beginning to set on the second evening. They had stopped in the woods to rest the first night, so they were planning to stop at an Inn in the next town. "Of course you can call me Larion, I wouldn't mind at all. As for my name, it was my grandfathers, and he was a druid, so I am proud to have his name. For all I know, they could have called him Larion as well." Liara listened intently, not want to interrupt. When he was finished, she exclaimed, "Your grandfather was a druid? That is very interesting. My family has lived in that town for several generations." And so there talked for a while as the town appeared in the horizon. Larion couldn't help thinking he had been there before. As they entered the small town, clearly one that had been taken by the plague of the past years but had overcome it, the feeling grew stronger. When Larion saw the beggar lady, be nearly screamed.
Kaelin still did not forgive herself for giving up her son. Although she realized that she had what seemed best at the time to save his life, she was still angry. The reason is the plague was officially declared gone from the village by the druids a week later. So had she kept her son another week, he would be with her now. However, her own decline had been steady since she realized her mistake. She could not support herself, and there was no place in the town for a widow with no skills, so she lived as a beggar, living off the occasional generosity of some of the townsfolk. So when the handsome young man entered the town with the pretty young girl, she thought not too much of them, although his emerald eyes seemed very familiar. "Here take this," Said the young man, handing her a handful of coin. "What is you name?" He said questioningly. "K-kaelin." She stammered. With no warning, the young man drew her into a hug, tears in his eyes. "Mother!!" He screamed. "I thought you were dead." Tears came to Kaelin's eyes as well. He beloved son had returned home. He had not perished for her stupidity. She thanked the power of good for such a joyous event. Then she died.
OOOOO, ober-clif hanger. Hehehe I will try to post the next chapter ASAP, but with my busy schedule.. Oh well, I will try. Thank you so much for reviewing those few of you that did *glares around at an almost empty room* oh well, Its all right and thanks again to those who did. { Draconic Ragnorock} I know, they are hard to find, aren't they. He is an awesome character, I have to agree ;)
The Joyous Day of Celebration and Disappointment~
Liara had been working in the Inn all day, washing dishes, when the stranger walked in. He was a young man, with blackish hair and bright green eyes. She had never seen him in town before, so she figured he was just a traveler. But there was something different about him. He had a sadness about him, that most travelers didn't have. She hustled over to offer him a drink, curious to what he would be doing in this small town. "Can I get you something to drink?" Liara asked politely. "Just water, please" Came the rely. Liara was so shocked at the sadness in his voice she almost didn't fetch his drink. But she came back to her senses and headed off to get a mug of water. When she returned, she decided to attempt conversation, to see what the young man was doing here. "So, what brings you to out small town, stranger. We usually don't get many of your kind here," She said as she set down his drink. "I am only passing through, looking for a room for the night." "Would you mind if I asked your name? Not that it matters or anything..," "I am-" Brona knew he should never call himself such again, as that name was tainted by what he had done, and he certainly didn't want to use the dwarfs name for him, so he gave the first name that came to his head, that of his druid grandfather. "I am Rendalarion." He said after a slight pause. "Wow, what a noble name indeed, I am Liara by the way, my father owns this Inn. Feel free to ask if you need anything." She said, smiling at him. Although she was quite pretty, in fact a girl about his age with auburn hair and brown eyes, Rendalarion (as he refused to refer to himself as Brona any longer) did not notice. He was too lost in his inner guilt to acknowledge such things. Although he thought what he did was evil, he couldn't help remember the pleasure as he plunged the cold blade into Rans's chest. He shuddered at the thought, and tried to pass it from his mind. After finishing his water, he headed up to the small bedroom that he had gotten for the night. He had been practicing his magical ability ever since leaving the destroyed shack he used to live in. He was to the point where he could make a small ball of light appear in his hand, though he couldn't do anything with it. He sighed and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
He awoke to the same young woman from the night before standing over him, with a tray of breakfast. "I though you might be hungry, as you didn't eat anything last night, so I brought you some breakfast 'sorry if I woke you up," She said cheerily. "Thank you, I appreciate it," He responded in a groggy voice. "I needed to get up anyway, I need to be on my way." "What? Leaving so soon? We don't often get strangers, here.but I guess you have important things to do. Where are you headed, by the way?" He studied her for a long moment. "I guess it's all right to tell you. I hate to lie any more then I have to. I am going to Paranor, to become a druid." He answered her. "OH, I um, have always been fascinated with such things, since I was a little girls reading tales of the faeries and the demons. Would you be ever so kind as to take me with you. I don't know if they let girls train, but I can at least try." She said this all real fast, and Rendalarion did not know what to say. "I guess. Try not to be much of a hassle, though. I want to get there quickly." He said, after a little though. The girl would be a burden, but he was at a loss of what else to do. "Oh, I will run the whole way, if you want me to." She practically squealed with delight. "Let me go pack my things, and I will meet you out front.
Rendalarion sighed as he packed together his small set of belongings. He knew moat boys his age would be overjoyed to be traveling with such a pretty girl, but he viewed her simply as a hassle, someone would who would get in the way of his important work. However, even though she was a little overly cheerful, he figured after one or two days of traveling, she would loose her happy edge. He headed down to the front of the tavern to meet his anxious traveling companion. "There you are. What took you so long? Anyway, do you know how to get to Paranor. I heard it's really difficult, I was doing some research in my fathers library. But I am sure we will-" "I know how to get there. It will not be difficult if you don't make it so. Shall we head out?" Rendalarion cut her off and waved his hand ahead. "OK, lets go." She responded cheerily. Rendalarion sighed, this was going to be a long trip.
After about the first day, Liara did seem to calm down. Rendalarion even found her interesting to talk to. "Can I call you Larion, 'cause Rendalarion is such a mouthful every time I want to say your name. It's a nice name, though, very noble." She was saying as the sun was just beginning to set on the second evening. They had stopped in the woods to rest the first night, so they were planning to stop at an Inn in the next town. "Of course you can call me Larion, I wouldn't mind at all. As for my name, it was my grandfathers, and he was a druid, so I am proud to have his name. For all I know, they could have called him Larion as well." Liara listened intently, not want to interrupt. When he was finished, she exclaimed, "Your grandfather was a druid? That is very interesting. My family has lived in that town for several generations." And so there talked for a while as the town appeared in the horizon. Larion couldn't help thinking he had been there before. As they entered the small town, clearly one that had been taken by the plague of the past years but had overcome it, the feeling grew stronger. When Larion saw the beggar lady, be nearly screamed.
Kaelin still did not forgive herself for giving up her son. Although she realized that she had what seemed best at the time to save his life, she was still angry. The reason is the plague was officially declared gone from the village by the druids a week later. So had she kept her son another week, he would be with her now. However, her own decline had been steady since she realized her mistake. She could not support herself, and there was no place in the town for a widow with no skills, so she lived as a beggar, living off the occasional generosity of some of the townsfolk. So when the handsome young man entered the town with the pretty young girl, she thought not too much of them, although his emerald eyes seemed very familiar. "Here take this," Said the young man, handing her a handful of coin. "What is you name?" He said questioningly. "K-kaelin." She stammered. With no warning, the young man drew her into a hug, tears in his eyes. "Mother!!" He screamed. "I thought you were dead." Tears came to Kaelin's eyes as well. He beloved son had returned home. He had not perished for her stupidity. She thanked the power of good for such a joyous event. Then she died.
OOOOO, ober-clif hanger. Hehehe I will try to post the next chapter ASAP, but with my busy schedule.. Oh well, I will try. Thank you so much for reviewing those few of you that did *glares around at an almost empty room* oh well, Its all right and thanks again to those who did. { Draconic Ragnorock} I know, they are hard to find, aren't they. He is an awesome character, I have to agree ;)