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Thorim:
I see that you want to exceed your knowledge of my quest....Come along, we must continue...
Once again, the sun shone brightly in the land of Rune-Midgard. Even though it was weeks after the incident, I, and the people of Rune-Midgard, still mourn because of the loss in battle. Still, we learned to move on, because we know that they had made sacrifices and they had the right to be called heroes. We were having a ceremony today, in honor for the people and the great warriors that we had lost. In the middle of Prontera, statues were built; these were our great warriors and Papa was one of them. As for the other people that had died, their names were inscribed on the floor, surrounding the statues. I myself is standing in front of Papa's statue; along with many other people. He was was pointing a finger, and balls of fire surrounded him; signifying his Lord of Vermilion.
Beside Papa's statue, on the left, were the other great wizards. Some were casting Storm Gust, Soul Strike,etc...on Papa's right was a huntress, Aunt Tami; his sister. She was firing arrows while her falcon was in Blitz Beat. She was far from the rest of the other statues of hunters and huntresses; it was upon Mama's request.
I touched Papa's statue. It was a cold stone, but I knew deep inside that Papa was there. A tear escaped my eye, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Thorn; and he too was touching Papa's statue. He patted my shoulder and quickly wiped his tears away; I did too. I put on a faint smile and put down the flower I had bought for Papa. I hugged the statue tight, and procedded to going home.
While walking, I heard my voice being shouted.
' Thorim! Thorim! Wait up!'
I looked behind me.
' Uhh, Who are you?' I inquired, politely.Ahem
' Duh! Don't you recognize me?' She twirled around in front of me. The girl was a thief, with long brown hair tied in a bandanna; and twinkling black eyes. The girl was pretty, I had to admit, but something about her was familiar. My eyes widened in surprise.
' F-Freya?!'
' Stop stuttering like a dork, Thorim. It took you a long time to recognize me.'
It was Freya, my childhood friend! We have known each other ever since we were mere novices, and Papa knew her parents. We were best friends, until I became a mage and she became a thief. Her parents were strict about her training, so she would become agile, just like them. Their race were of assassins, meaning they were descendants of the deadly assassin, Loki.
' Wow, Freya, you've changed a lot! Where are your parents?'
Oops. Wrong question. Freya's eyes became downcast and hid in her bangs. I could see her lips twitch, and her tears fall.
' They-- they----' She could not go any further. I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. More tears were trinkling down her cheek.
' Freya--'
I was surprised when she buried her head deep in my cloak. I could feel it getting wet, but that didn't matter right now. I felt sorry for Freya, but I felt shocked too. Freya never cried. Everytime we fought, or if her parents scolded her in training, she never cried. She would just put on a faint smile, and resume what she was doing. I knew that deep inside that she was hurt, but she was trained to control her emotions. That's how assassins are, I guess. Finally realizing what she was doing, she quickly pulled away from me and wiped her tears.
' I-I'm s-sorry Th-thorim...'
' It's all right Freya. Do you want to talk about it?' She nodded and we went to sit in a bench next to the statues.
' Do you know about the incident that happened weeks ago?' I nodded faintly and tried my best to put on a smile. Of course I knew about it. Everyone knew about it.
' You see, when my parents were watching me train, they were suddenly alerted that their help was needed in Prontera. They told me to resume my training, and told me not to follow them. I tried to concentrate, but I knew something was wrong. I made for Prontera, and my instincts were right. By the time I arrived, I saw that my parents were still there, and you were there too, Thorim. I saw you talking to one of the wizards, which was your father, am I right?'
I nodded my head slowly.
' So anyway, I was glad that my parents were alive and I thought that they would live. When I got closer, your father and the two other wizards were building an ice wall that surrounded them. I saw the five blacksmiths slain, then Mama herself charged at it. S-she, s-she t-too was s-slain..' her voice trailed off, and once again, burst into tears. I didn't blame her; I lost Papa too. I was lucky that I still have Mama and my siblings. But Freya didn't have anyone else except the other assassins in their guild. She continued on with her story.
' Then Papa himself charged at the Osiris, along with other hunters. B-but h-he....' she couldn't go on. She stood up and looked at her mother and father's statue, which were next to each other. She touched it the started banging her fists against the cold stone.
' Freya, stop it! Stop blaming yourself for their deaths! It's not your fault....'
I took hold of her arms, and she struggled against my grip. After that she buried her face in my cloak once more and bangedA/N: not exactly banged. it didn't exactly hurt, but I could't think of any other term...sorry....-- her fists against my chest. I hugged her tight, and waited until she calmed down.
' But why?!?! Why couldn't I die instead of them?!?! Why couldn't I die, along with them?!?!?! Why?!?!?! Why?!?!? Why...' She stopped struggling and I could hear her sobs. That was exactly what I was when Papa died. Always blaming myself. But I learned how to move on, with or without Papa. I smiled faintly and patted her head lightly. She looked up at me with puffy eyes and she was pouting. I chuckled lightly. She looked cute when she did that. She buried her face once more in my cloak.
I'm sorry Thorim...' Her voice was muffled because of my cloak. She was pulling away, so I reluctantly let go of her.
' I bet you're surprised that I cried.' she said faintly.
' Not at all! Well, actually, maybe, a little...' I said sheepishly.
She laughed a little, and showed me a small smile.
' What about you Thorim? Where is your Papa?'
I managed to retain my smile, but I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I tried my best to not make it noticeable, but Freya noticed it. Damn.
' Thorim--' she began.
' No. It's all right, Freya....'
I walked towards Papa's statue, which wasn't far away. Freya followed me slowly, from behind. I touched the cold stone once again; and I looked up, at my father's face.
' You're no different from me, Freya. Papa died in the battle too.' I explained sadly.
Freya's eyes were downcast.
' I'm sorry Thorim, I didn't know...'
I smiled faintly, and trailed the statue with my fingertips.
' Freya?'
' Yes?'
' Did you feel sad when you lost your parents?'
' Of course I did!! Who wouldn't?!?'
' Do you know that your parents love you very much, and want you to become an assassin like them?'
' Of course they did!!!'
' And they would sacrifice their life, just for you?' I was now facing her, a gentle look on my face.
' T-they w-would?'
' Yes, Freya. The reason that they hadn't made you come with them is because they knew that their time has come. They may not have expressed much feelings of love for you, but deep inside, they love you very much. They had sacrificed their lives just for you, Freya. So stop blaming yourself.'
Freya was crying once more, but I did not mind. I hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
' Do not blame yourself for the death of others. Instead, gather up these sorrows and bury them deep inside your heart. See, Freya? I'm sure that your parents would have been proud to see you become an assassin, just like my Papa was to me.'
She smiled at me, and I held her in my arms for a long time.
Whew! Another finished chappie! Is there romance going on between Thorim and Freya? Well then, stick around and find out! Meanwhile, feel free to put suggestions, comments, or even insults, in ya'll reviews! Thank you very much everybody!! Love ya'llz! Mwah!!!!!!;-)
