Ok, here I am for yet another chapter, I hope this one turns out to be
longer. *wink*
Oh well Same disclaimer as before.
PLEASE REVIEW! And then maybe I will post another chapter.
Rendalarion gasped in horror as his beloved mothers body fell to the ground. Blood swirled abound a gaping hole in her stomach. It was not until then that he realized what had caused the hole was nestled firmly in his own belly. He gasped at the sudden realization of pain, and he nearly passed out from the intense waves of it pulsating up his body. *Now I am going to die too, just like them all: The little gnome children, poor Rans and now my mother. He would die a ruthless killer, adept from all love.* Tears were now welling up in his eyes. He saw the world spinning around him. Liara's shocked face in tears, his mothers dead body, a grinning elven archer laughing with content except, it was too blurry to tell if that's really what he saw. Maybe it wasn't as elf, now that he thought about it. It seemed more to have the appearance of an old man, with a lantern, who had a face of utter remorse and sadness. ~I am sorry, boy, but I can't let you live, with all the evil you will become~ he heard a voice in his head. The world slowly faded away into darkness
Liara fought back tears and fought to keep her wits as Larion fell to the ground. She leaned over his body, crying a river of tears onto his lifeless form, hoping to all that is light and good to save him. For in her eyes, he was the one who would bring the world out of this dark state, and lead them forever into the light. All she thought was putting into him her life and soul, her very heart, into him, so he could live. She thought she saw the beautiful green eyes flicker open for an instant, but perhaps she was just imagining it.
"Please, Rendalarion, LIVE! I give you my life and heart. Take my heart and live, for I love you," She sobbed among her tears.
"LIVE!!!!" She screamed, in a voice to strong for her weak, emotionally upset form.
Then there was only darkness.
When Liara awoke, she realized she was not anywhere she had ever been before. An old man with a lantern stood above her. "You dare save his soul?" The old man asked. "I l-love him. He has no right to die in me, or the world. He will lead us out of this dark place, I know it." She replied. "No, girl, he will be the destroyer of all, the evil of the demons reincarnated. That is why I tried to kill him." He told her sharply. "YOU!" She screamed, while lunging him. "Wait," He said, stopping her. "I will let you save him, if you truly believe you can save him from the already dark path he has started." "What path. Rendalarion is a good man, he would never heart anyone."
He only laughed at that. "Then you do not know that he is already a murderer. He killed his own foster father." "No, no," She is whispering. "You lie." "No child, I do not. It is with much remorse that I must tell you this. He has the potential for both unimaginable good and equal potential for even more so evil. You must understand this before you take this charge of keeping him on the path of good." "I-I do and I will keep him to good. There will be no evil in his heart as long as I live." "Then, child, you must return, and work upon him your magic." "What magic?" "Why, the magic that you were using to save his life. He will live thanks to your faerie ancestry. Good luck, child. Let him walk in the light." And then he was gone and Liara was all alone again.
Sunlight shown through the windows as Rendalarion slowly opened his eyes. His first thought was that of Liara. When he thought of her, tears filled his eyes. She had saved him, he knew it. How else could he have survived an arrow to the stomach? Then, without warning, a red haired form jumped on top of him, hugging him. He nearly screamed, until he realized it was the very girl he had been thinking about.
"YOUR AWAKE!!!" She screamed. "I won't be for very long if you don't get off me. I can't breath." "Oh, sorry," Came the almost timid rely. "I am just so happy you are alive. I thought you would surly die-," She was cut off. "No, you did not, my dear, or else he would be buried in that small village. It was your belief in his goodness and life force that brought him back too us. Welcome to Paranor, my dear boy." Said the stranger. He was a very old man, though he did not act it. His voice was full of youthful exuberance. "Pa-paranor? I made it here?" Larion asked. "Actually, we brought you here. You see, we saw the magic being wrought by this young lady here, and we went to investigate, only to find her weeping over your body. Had she not been so upset as to realize you were breathing and simply unconscious, she would not have been weeping." Came the ever cheery reply. Liara blushed slightly. He went on. "There is no time for grievances, however. There is work to do. You two could become very powerful druids if you put your minds to it. Both carrying innate magic, and both eager to learn. However, these two things could be a bad combination as well, if you don't conquer the evil inside you." (A/N If this guy reminds you of Dumbledore, good, because that's the sorta character he is supposed to have. You'll see were this leads *evil grin*) At this, he looked at Rendalarion with a look of sadness. *Nothing escapes him, does it* Rendalarion thought guiltily. "I am Mierlyne, High Druid, by the way," he said with a twinkle in his blues eyes. "I will show you to your rooms."
So for the next several years, they trained together, side by side. Liara did her best to keep her word to the old man and kept his heart in the light. But she could not help but wonder who it was he had killed. She decided to question him one day, when they are sitting on a turret of the keep, as the sun is setting. "Larion, pray, tell me, who hath been slain be thy hand?" She said, in a form old tongue she had been learning in one of their studies. Rendalarion could not believe his ears. "I- No- no one. I have never killed." Came the startled reply. "Please, you lie. Keep it not concealed in thy heart, or it will get worse yet, and slowly destroy thy spirit. Please, Rendalrion. For all that is good, hold with thee this guilt no longer." "I CANNOT. Pray, do not pressure me, for I am very capable, and I will destroy you if you don't cease at once.!" He screamed. "You would place your hand on me and kill me, as you have already done?? Larion, I cannot believe you would do this. Pray you, be wise and do not make such a rash move. I will cease, however, but not because of your threats. I will stop because I love you." After she speaks these final words, there is a shocked silence.
"You love me? How, when I have such a corrupt heart. Liara I-," He is cut off, by her hand over his mouth. "Please, do not swim in this guilt for an unknown crime. I have seen your heart, and it is good. You are not what you say you are. I cannot believe you would ever kill again. And I hope that you can find the strength and courage to see this," And with that, she is gone, off into the castle keep, leaving Rendalarion to consider what he has just heard.
How's that for random, huh? I am sorry, it was like ten aclock when I write this, so excuse the random uses of old English, ect. Please review. If I don't start getting more reviews, then I might just stop putting upp chapter, since It would not have any purpose but to humor me.
Rendalarion gasped in horror as his beloved mothers body fell to the ground. Blood swirled abound a gaping hole in her stomach. It was not until then that he realized what had caused the hole was nestled firmly in his own belly. He gasped at the sudden realization of pain, and he nearly passed out from the intense waves of it pulsating up his body. *Now I am going to die too, just like them all: The little gnome children, poor Rans and now my mother. He would die a ruthless killer, adept from all love.* Tears were now welling up in his eyes. He saw the world spinning around him. Liara's shocked face in tears, his mothers dead body, a grinning elven archer laughing with content except, it was too blurry to tell if that's really what he saw. Maybe it wasn't as elf, now that he thought about it. It seemed more to have the appearance of an old man, with a lantern, who had a face of utter remorse and sadness. ~I am sorry, boy, but I can't let you live, with all the evil you will become~ he heard a voice in his head. The world slowly faded away into darkness
Liara fought back tears and fought to keep her wits as Larion fell to the ground. She leaned over his body, crying a river of tears onto his lifeless form, hoping to all that is light and good to save him. For in her eyes, he was the one who would bring the world out of this dark state, and lead them forever into the light. All she thought was putting into him her life and soul, her very heart, into him, so he could live. She thought she saw the beautiful green eyes flicker open for an instant, but perhaps she was just imagining it.
"Please, Rendalarion, LIVE! I give you my life and heart. Take my heart and live, for I love you," She sobbed among her tears.
"LIVE!!!!" She screamed, in a voice to strong for her weak, emotionally upset form.
Then there was only darkness.
When Liara awoke, she realized she was not anywhere she had ever been before. An old man with a lantern stood above her. "You dare save his soul?" The old man asked. "I l-love him. He has no right to die in me, or the world. He will lead us out of this dark place, I know it." She replied. "No, girl, he will be the destroyer of all, the evil of the demons reincarnated. That is why I tried to kill him." He told her sharply. "YOU!" She screamed, while lunging him. "Wait," He said, stopping her. "I will let you save him, if you truly believe you can save him from the already dark path he has started." "What path. Rendalarion is a good man, he would never heart anyone."
He only laughed at that. "Then you do not know that he is already a murderer. He killed his own foster father." "No, no," She is whispering. "You lie." "No child, I do not. It is with much remorse that I must tell you this. He has the potential for both unimaginable good and equal potential for even more so evil. You must understand this before you take this charge of keeping him on the path of good." "I-I do and I will keep him to good. There will be no evil in his heart as long as I live." "Then, child, you must return, and work upon him your magic." "What magic?" "Why, the magic that you were using to save his life. He will live thanks to your faerie ancestry. Good luck, child. Let him walk in the light." And then he was gone and Liara was all alone again.
Sunlight shown through the windows as Rendalarion slowly opened his eyes. His first thought was that of Liara. When he thought of her, tears filled his eyes. She had saved him, he knew it. How else could he have survived an arrow to the stomach? Then, without warning, a red haired form jumped on top of him, hugging him. He nearly screamed, until he realized it was the very girl he had been thinking about.
"YOUR AWAKE!!!" She screamed. "I won't be for very long if you don't get off me. I can't breath." "Oh, sorry," Came the almost timid rely. "I am just so happy you are alive. I thought you would surly die-," She was cut off. "No, you did not, my dear, or else he would be buried in that small village. It was your belief in his goodness and life force that brought him back too us. Welcome to Paranor, my dear boy." Said the stranger. He was a very old man, though he did not act it. His voice was full of youthful exuberance. "Pa-paranor? I made it here?" Larion asked. "Actually, we brought you here. You see, we saw the magic being wrought by this young lady here, and we went to investigate, only to find her weeping over your body. Had she not been so upset as to realize you were breathing and simply unconscious, she would not have been weeping." Came the ever cheery reply. Liara blushed slightly. He went on. "There is no time for grievances, however. There is work to do. You two could become very powerful druids if you put your minds to it. Both carrying innate magic, and both eager to learn. However, these two things could be a bad combination as well, if you don't conquer the evil inside you." (A/N If this guy reminds you of Dumbledore, good, because that's the sorta character he is supposed to have. You'll see were this leads *evil grin*) At this, he looked at Rendalarion with a look of sadness. *Nothing escapes him, does it* Rendalarion thought guiltily. "I am Mierlyne, High Druid, by the way," he said with a twinkle in his blues eyes. "I will show you to your rooms."
So for the next several years, they trained together, side by side. Liara did her best to keep her word to the old man and kept his heart in the light. But she could not help but wonder who it was he had killed. She decided to question him one day, when they are sitting on a turret of the keep, as the sun is setting. "Larion, pray, tell me, who hath been slain be thy hand?" She said, in a form old tongue she had been learning in one of their studies. Rendalarion could not believe his ears. "I- No- no one. I have never killed." Came the startled reply. "Please, you lie. Keep it not concealed in thy heart, or it will get worse yet, and slowly destroy thy spirit. Please, Rendalrion. For all that is good, hold with thee this guilt no longer." "I CANNOT. Pray, do not pressure me, for I am very capable, and I will destroy you if you don't cease at once.!" He screamed. "You would place your hand on me and kill me, as you have already done?? Larion, I cannot believe you would do this. Pray you, be wise and do not make such a rash move. I will cease, however, but not because of your threats. I will stop because I love you." After she speaks these final words, there is a shocked silence.
"You love me? How, when I have such a corrupt heart. Liara I-," He is cut off, by her hand over his mouth. "Please, do not swim in this guilt for an unknown crime. I have seen your heart, and it is good. You are not what you say you are. I cannot believe you would ever kill again. And I hope that you can find the strength and courage to see this," And with that, she is gone, off into the castle keep, leaving Rendalarion to consider what he has just heard.
How's that for random, huh? I am sorry, it was like ten aclock when I write this, so excuse the random uses of old English, ect. Please review. If I don't start getting more reviews, then I might just stop putting upp chapter, since It would not have any purpose but to humor me.