I'm so sorry for the time I took to update, but well, between exams and the white page syndrome…
Here is the new instalment ; it's not really a drabble, it's a bit longer. Not my favourite but... I hope you'll like it.
Thank you so much to my reviewvers, they're gems !
Disclaimer : See chapter one.
A Hero's oath
Not so long ago, Gilly had asked his father to learn how to fight. How to really fight, in a gruesome and violent world where your life could so easily be wiped out.
Gilly was an impatient and petulant child. He was also quite curious, but his interest usually did not last long; most recently, his aunt Alis, so glad to learn her nephew had shown curiosity in learning basic knowledge about plants, had planned lessons and lessons for days; however Gilly had eventually quickly lost any interest. It had been the same with falconry, and the list went on and on.
Thus, everyone had be surprised to notice that Gilly had been paying attention for so long, and despite the harshness of the lessons (Bors, though a loving father, was not known for showing mercy or delicacy), he never complained.
For Gilly indeed, learning how to fight was much more than a passing hobby; it was vital. And when things got tough, he thought about Eluned. Young Eluned, pretty Eluned. Poor Eluned. Eluned the quiet barmaid who, a few months earlier, had been beaten to death by a drunken Roman soldier. A sad story, everyone agreed.
Gilly had not spoken to anyone about it, but he had witnessed it. He had heard Eluned's cries, he had seen her tears and her blood mixed with dust. But he had fled, driven away by terror and survival.
And the nagging guilt remained. The guilt to have failed. He had left Eluned to die after all, hadn't he ? But never again would he fail. And never again would he run or be a coward. Never again did he want to feel guilt.