Chapter 3
Trowa
Delghi Sea-The Sea itself was not only the name of it, but also the mass of land that was the main juncture for where all the fishing boats and travelers would come to port. Out of all the five main places, people chose to live and raise families in Delghi, it was the favorite by far. Time was always moving in a fast paced speed at the ports and piers. Boats and ships would come in and out all day, and people were accustomed to it like the sun shining or trees growing. Everyone in the area was polite and kind.
The Delghi's were known for their quietness and shy nature, except when it came to selling or buying products. The people were complex, seeming to always mind their own business, and never getting involved if there was no reason to. The only time fights broke out in Delghi was when a family member or close friend was insulted by a traveler or another one of the many different races that it inhabited. Seemingly complex was the key word. In reality, they were actually very simple people, minding their own business and rarely showing emotion only to people close to them. It was considered a great honor to see a Delghi smile, and it showed that you were trusted and approved of.
Delghi was open for most people to come and look around and visit. Visitors that had no place to sleep would often find themselves in the bed of one of the natives, provided a good night's sleep and good food in the morning, free of charge. Most of the people were friendly to others but there was also a kind of sadness that surrounded them… almost as if they could not be happy for fear of something happening.
Trowa Barton, the young warrior training to take the place of Hendiv, was no different. He gave off the feeling that he was extremely happy, yet it was suppressed under emotional walls that he would not let crumble down. Most thought it was apropos because of his past, and others just dismissed it as his character.
Not much could be said of Trowa. You could ask about his past and he would not tell you. Not because he keeps it locked away so no one else can know; no it was because he could not remember even if he wanted to.
Trowa arrived on a woman's door step one cold September night at the age of seven, only covered with a ripped pair of pants and a raggedy blanket for warmth. Aerma had recently lost a child and was devastated, but the appearance of the small boy on her step helped her forget, and she raised him as her own. Trowa was immediately given his name when Aerma saw his unusual hair and dark green eyes. He look like the warrior before Hediv, and she knew he would do great things. The warriors were chosen by the physical similarities between the previous warriors. Trowa had the same eyes as Hediv and the same hair as the warrior before him, Juiro.
Trowa was of average height and had deep green eyes, but it was the hair that most noticed immediately. A single bang fell down over his right eye, seeming to defy gravity. Trowa had a cool façade, but underneath it lay a gentle person that loved animals and to help small children. Trowa would use his power to help heal small cuts and scrapes on the children's knees when playing, and would give herbs to them to take to their sick mothers. As you could guess, Trowa could heal just from touching a bruise or cut, which would disappear as if it was never there. This was powerful and rare. It was emotionally and physically draining, so Trowa couldn't go around and heal too many fatally injured people, for if he did, it would cause him great pain and could possibly kill him. Every opportunity he had Trowa would help someone else out.
Trowa was sitting on the branch of a Hitnai tree, one leg hanging off the branch, his toe gently grazing the top of the crystal blue water. He never wondered about his past. Many asked why not, and if he ever wanted to know, and he honestly didn't. He was content with his life, for he had a loving surrogate mother and father, and for the past eight years he had been training hard, but surprisingly enjoyably, with his master. A year ago, his master died when there was a sudden attack on Delghi, and since then he has had more responsibility that left him weary and tired at the end of the day, but never the less he was still content with his life. It seemed nothing could change his attitude that "what fate has planned cannot be changed, don't fight it, embrace it".
Hendiv's death still plagued his mind, and the day itself when it happened would replay over and over in his head on quiet days like this. Trowa could remember how when the battle started he was sent to his house and told to stay there, no matter what happened. Trowa obeyed his master, and after the battle cries and sound of clashing swords had died down, he left the house in search.
The battlefield was riddled with bodies. It was mostly of the town's people, but he found an occasional enemy. Trowa saw his master's hunched and bloody form in the center if the field, multiple bodies lying around him. Never being one for sentiments, Trowa quickly stepped over the bodies and crouched in front of his master. The ragged voice was so quiet Trowa had to lean closer to hear his master's voice.
"Here." was the only thing his master said before putting the green pendant into Trowa's outstretched hands. He suddenly slouched forward, slightly leaning on Trowa's shoulder. Laying Hendiv's body down on the ground, Trowa looked upon his master, and saw a slight smile spread upon his lips. Hendiv died in battle… it was the death he would have wanted and that made his death easier for Trowa to accept.
Picking the pendant up so it hung from a finger, Trowa spun the emerald pendant around watching as the sun reflected off of it and shaded his face in a green blanket. Such a beautiful crafted piece of glass meant so much to so many people, Trowa clutched it tightly in his hand and placed the pendant around his neck. The sun was setting and the sound of a galloping horse sounded making its way closer and closer to his family's home.