Brotherly Love
By: Michael Pelland
Chapter 2 to Blind Dragon
He had been searching for the last fortnight, trying in vane to find some trace of her. Since he had left Ur he had been hell bent on finding the trail east. Some of the priests in the temple said it was futile, that finding her alive in Chin was impossibility. They hated foreign people and killed them on the spot. He would risk himself searching for her as well for Tartars were rampant around that region. He didn't care…he had to find her. Somewhere, someway he would find her. She was his baby sister, no way would he just give up.
Standing up from the cold trail, the young man looked farther east at the horizon that seemed to beam with hopelessness. He was extremely tall and well built with long black hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to rage with the warrior within. Clad in silvery Northman armor he was an impossing figure that seemed to actually pulse with power. He began thinking what the priests had said were true. That she was dead and that his quest was in vain. As he stared longily into the distance he sighed tiredly and retook his long trek east. With growing despair in his eyes he then stopped, a growing anger flaring in his eyes.
"No," he whispered at first, then bellowed his rage.
"NNNOOOOOOO!!!! She is my sister…I will find her!!! I am Damien, Son the great warrior chieftain Wulfgard," he drew his sword and pointed it in the air as if challenging the heavens themselves, "by the Sword of Kells I will find her." Lowering his sword Damien fell to his knees and sobbed quietly to himself. He would not give up, now even if it destroyed him. Regaining his footing he began the march saying through an ache filled throat, "Rayne…where are you?"