A pale figure walked down the dirt path. His eyes were a beautiful
golden brown that could be a window to his soul, if only their owner would
allow them to be. His hair was long and black; it flowed in the breeze as
he moved. He was thin and the ebony locks swayed around his waist. He was
headed for the river, in order to gather food for himself, and his team
mates.
He sat at the shore of the river, slipping off his shoes; he set them on a rock. Then pulling off his white kimono, he laid it beside them.
He moved into the water soaking his pants instantly. He bent dipping long fingered hands into the water. A fish swam forward following the current, with lightening reflexes the form closed his fingers over the squirming fish. He drew it out of the water, and tossed it to the shore.
Another figure watched him as he did this. The sun shining down on that beautiful pale skin. That looked as if it had never seen the light of day.
Marron turned suddenly, from where he stood, knee deep in river water. He looked at the place where the other had stood, watching him. He felt nothing threatening from it, but it was puzzling.
The other form turned away, a wisp of golden hair catching the light as he returned to his task of gathering firewood.
Marron stepped out of the cool water, washing off the freshly caught fish, and then began cleaning them out. Little did he know that a third figure had appeared, his presence cleverly cloaked from the young mage.
A dark figure stood in the distance watching the beautiful creature as he moved. He walked threw the trees trying to get a clearer look. A twig snapped beneath his foot. He froze. The mage made no attempt to move. Figuring it only an animal.
The young boy startled as he felt two strong hands grab hold of him. He screamed, and felt rough flesh cover his mouth. A firm arm wrapped around his waist, holding him still.
Another form appeared before him. "Hello, Marron. It's so nice to see you again. Did you miss me, or do you not remember me?"
Golden eyes widened as he looked at the figure before him. The green inverted triangle on his forehead perfectly matched his eyes. Marron struggled against his captures. His mind, and heart raced. 'What does this man want with me? How does he know me?' He knew a million spells to break free of this mess, but his hands had been tied.
"You know, I spent almost half my life trying to find the hunters that killed my parents. I even met you once; you're whole family in fact. I stayed with you after my parents died for a week or so. I didn't know then, that they were also the one's the robbed me of my family!" The mans calm voice cracked, as it rose slightly. "Well, now I have found you again. I will exact revenge for my parents' deaths, with death of those two hunter's only living children!" The man was yelling know, his blond hair blew about his face in the wind, giving him an almost demonic look.
Marron struggled harder as the man approached him, running a hand over his bare chest. "No, let me go," He yelled, his long hair falling forward into his eyes.
"Marron," Carrot cried as he came charging down the path. He had begun to worry when his little brother hadn't returned, he and the others decided to go looking for him.
The stranger drew a dagger, holding it to Marron's throat. "One more step and he dies," He said coolly.
"Let him go," Carrot said, drawing his sword from its sheath at his side.
"Never! I will destroy that of which is most important to those who killed my family."
Carrot's eyes flashed with anger, he charged at the man. The man removed the dagger from where it rested against Marron's throat, intending to get both jobs done in one fowl swoop. Though he had been planning to allow the eldest to morn, and blame himself for his sibling's death first.
Carrot reached for the knife, his hand closing over a peace of the handle. The blade turned burying itself into soft flesh. Dark brown eyes widened in horror as his fingers loosened their grip on the blade. An evil glint formed in green eyes, as he pulled the bloody blade from Marron's stomach. Allowing the bleeding form to crumble to the ground.
"Marron, no," Carrot stepped forward gathering his little brother into his arms. "Marron." He whispered. Dark eyes looked up at him, as his hands clutched the wound on his stomach. The others stood around watching the scene play out before them.
The sorcerer smiled evilly, knowing this was his chance to get away. "You will be next boy." He grinned wickedly before he vanished. None of them seemed to even notice. All were too focused on their wounded friend.
"Tira. Help him," Carrot yelled. Tira stared, and then knelt beside the brothers. Pushing the younger Glace's hands away, she lay her own over the wound. After a moment she stopped sitting back on her knees.
"I don't have enough power to heal him completely. I did what I could." She said sadly, rising to her feet, she retook her place beside her sister.
Marron coughed, drawing their attention away from Tira. Carrot looked down at him, blood smeared his lips, a small crimson steam ran down his cheek.
'I don't believe what I am seeing. The one person I have ever truly loved is dying. I was watching him not a half hour ago, and he was fine. Now he is lying there dying.' Gateau thought as he watched the red liquid mar his loves white flesh. ' I should have been able to protect him.'
Marron relaxed slowly against Carrot. His eyes grew distant, as the blood flowed out of him. He shivered, curling himself against the warmth his brother's body had to offer. "Marron, hold on little bro." A week smile formed across his pink lips.
Gateau moved forward for the first time, kneeling beside the two. He placed a hand on his love's pale cheek. He bent over, leaning close to the younger boy. "I love you. I have since the first day I laid eyes on you. The beauty of your skin, and hair, is nothing compared to that of your soul." He whispered, and kissed the boy's forehead.
Gold eyes, widened in shock as he stared at the blond above him. He reached up with a blood-streaked hand. Laying his hand behind the blonde's head, he pulled Gateau close. "Fire never burns out, it's only reborn." The hand slid from behind his neck. Marron's body laid still in Carrot's arms.
Silence reigned through the forest, as the four looked down at their fallen comrade. None moved, nor spoke, not a single sound was heard. It was like everything was aware of the tragic death that had just accord. The most melancholy sound that could ever be heard stretched through the forest that afternoon. The sound of tears hitting the dry dust, as they fell from four sets of eyes, that realized for the first time how much the youngest member of their team had meant to them.
Late that night, the remaining members of the team sat around the fire. They had remained silent ever since the death of their friend. They had all decided to abandon their mission and return to the church, to give Marron the burial he deserved.
Early the next morning the group set out. Marron's body lay gently cradled in Gateau's arms. The only sound between them was the shuffle of their feet as they walked. No one wanted to speak. Their minds were all focused on the past, and all the time they spent together.
Carrot looked sidelong at his brother's limp form, bright golden eyes flashed before his own. Brown eyes that had always looked up to him with such admiration. 'I couldn't protect him. I always used to protect him. When did that change?' He reached up wiping a tear from his eyes. 'I should have been able to save him.'
Little did Carrot know that the others were thinking the same thing. 'I loved him, I should have been able to save him.'
Notes: I can't believe I just did that. I killed Marron my favourite character. Gods what have I done. Please don't hate me.
He sat at the shore of the river, slipping off his shoes; he set them on a rock. Then pulling off his white kimono, he laid it beside them.
He moved into the water soaking his pants instantly. He bent dipping long fingered hands into the water. A fish swam forward following the current, with lightening reflexes the form closed his fingers over the squirming fish. He drew it out of the water, and tossed it to the shore.
Another figure watched him as he did this. The sun shining down on that beautiful pale skin. That looked as if it had never seen the light of day.
Marron turned suddenly, from where he stood, knee deep in river water. He looked at the place where the other had stood, watching him. He felt nothing threatening from it, but it was puzzling.
The other form turned away, a wisp of golden hair catching the light as he returned to his task of gathering firewood.
Marron stepped out of the cool water, washing off the freshly caught fish, and then began cleaning them out. Little did he know that a third figure had appeared, his presence cleverly cloaked from the young mage.
A dark figure stood in the distance watching the beautiful creature as he moved. He walked threw the trees trying to get a clearer look. A twig snapped beneath his foot. He froze. The mage made no attempt to move. Figuring it only an animal.
The young boy startled as he felt two strong hands grab hold of him. He screamed, and felt rough flesh cover his mouth. A firm arm wrapped around his waist, holding him still.
Another form appeared before him. "Hello, Marron. It's so nice to see you again. Did you miss me, or do you not remember me?"
Golden eyes widened as he looked at the figure before him. The green inverted triangle on his forehead perfectly matched his eyes. Marron struggled against his captures. His mind, and heart raced. 'What does this man want with me? How does he know me?' He knew a million spells to break free of this mess, but his hands had been tied.
"You know, I spent almost half my life trying to find the hunters that killed my parents. I even met you once; you're whole family in fact. I stayed with you after my parents died for a week or so. I didn't know then, that they were also the one's the robbed me of my family!" The mans calm voice cracked, as it rose slightly. "Well, now I have found you again. I will exact revenge for my parents' deaths, with death of those two hunter's only living children!" The man was yelling know, his blond hair blew about his face in the wind, giving him an almost demonic look.
Marron struggled harder as the man approached him, running a hand over his bare chest. "No, let me go," He yelled, his long hair falling forward into his eyes.
"Marron," Carrot cried as he came charging down the path. He had begun to worry when his little brother hadn't returned, he and the others decided to go looking for him.
The stranger drew a dagger, holding it to Marron's throat. "One more step and he dies," He said coolly.
"Let him go," Carrot said, drawing his sword from its sheath at his side.
"Never! I will destroy that of which is most important to those who killed my family."
Carrot's eyes flashed with anger, he charged at the man. The man removed the dagger from where it rested against Marron's throat, intending to get both jobs done in one fowl swoop. Though he had been planning to allow the eldest to morn, and blame himself for his sibling's death first.
Carrot reached for the knife, his hand closing over a peace of the handle. The blade turned burying itself into soft flesh. Dark brown eyes widened in horror as his fingers loosened their grip on the blade. An evil glint formed in green eyes, as he pulled the bloody blade from Marron's stomach. Allowing the bleeding form to crumble to the ground.
"Marron, no," Carrot stepped forward gathering his little brother into his arms. "Marron." He whispered. Dark eyes looked up at him, as his hands clutched the wound on his stomach. The others stood around watching the scene play out before them.
The sorcerer smiled evilly, knowing this was his chance to get away. "You will be next boy." He grinned wickedly before he vanished. None of them seemed to even notice. All were too focused on their wounded friend.
"Tira. Help him," Carrot yelled. Tira stared, and then knelt beside the brothers. Pushing the younger Glace's hands away, she lay her own over the wound. After a moment she stopped sitting back on her knees.
"I don't have enough power to heal him completely. I did what I could." She said sadly, rising to her feet, she retook her place beside her sister.
Marron coughed, drawing their attention away from Tira. Carrot looked down at him, blood smeared his lips, a small crimson steam ran down his cheek.
'I don't believe what I am seeing. The one person I have ever truly loved is dying. I was watching him not a half hour ago, and he was fine. Now he is lying there dying.' Gateau thought as he watched the red liquid mar his loves white flesh. ' I should have been able to protect him.'
Marron relaxed slowly against Carrot. His eyes grew distant, as the blood flowed out of him. He shivered, curling himself against the warmth his brother's body had to offer. "Marron, hold on little bro." A week smile formed across his pink lips.
Gateau moved forward for the first time, kneeling beside the two. He placed a hand on his love's pale cheek. He bent over, leaning close to the younger boy. "I love you. I have since the first day I laid eyes on you. The beauty of your skin, and hair, is nothing compared to that of your soul." He whispered, and kissed the boy's forehead.
Gold eyes, widened in shock as he stared at the blond above him. He reached up with a blood-streaked hand. Laying his hand behind the blonde's head, he pulled Gateau close. "Fire never burns out, it's only reborn." The hand slid from behind his neck. Marron's body laid still in Carrot's arms.
Silence reigned through the forest, as the four looked down at their fallen comrade. None moved, nor spoke, not a single sound was heard. It was like everything was aware of the tragic death that had just accord. The most melancholy sound that could ever be heard stretched through the forest that afternoon. The sound of tears hitting the dry dust, as they fell from four sets of eyes, that realized for the first time how much the youngest member of their team had meant to them.
Late that night, the remaining members of the team sat around the fire. They had remained silent ever since the death of their friend. They had all decided to abandon their mission and return to the church, to give Marron the burial he deserved.
Early the next morning the group set out. Marron's body lay gently cradled in Gateau's arms. The only sound between them was the shuffle of their feet as they walked. No one wanted to speak. Their minds were all focused on the past, and all the time they spent together.
Carrot looked sidelong at his brother's limp form, bright golden eyes flashed before his own. Brown eyes that had always looked up to him with such admiration. 'I couldn't protect him. I always used to protect him. When did that change?' He reached up wiping a tear from his eyes. 'I should have been able to save him.'
Little did Carrot know that the others were thinking the same thing. 'I loved him, I should have been able to save him.'
Notes: I can't believe I just did that. I killed Marron my favourite character. Gods what have I done. Please don't hate me.
