Post by Lerris on Jun 9, 2008 23:46:54 GMT -5
It looked the same and yet for some reason, to him, it looked quite different. It was true that when he had first built the house with his young friend and apprentice Fain all those years ago it had been larger to accommodate the two of them, and had a stable to house Fain’s horse. But that wasn’t the reason why, this Elf knew the reason. He sighed, a small frown upon his face, “It is because I am alone, that’s why.”
Lerris shook his head as he made for the front door to his home on the outskirts of the woods. He didn’t deserve to be able to live here, not after what he had done, but some of the elfin-folk who lived here still forgave him…and, well, some had not. It had been two years since he had returned home and not because he was homesick, but because he was chasing someone.
That someone being Byron, Rowen’s former apprentice.
Lerris smiled as he shut the door behind him, the thought of Rowen tended to make him do that. He did miss her, but he still knew that he had made the right decision back when they had discovered Byron using his very own broken-down home as a hideout. After the two of them had left, he set out to finally come clean with the citizens of his home about what had happened to his former master, Abbot.
Years ago, Lerris had killed his old friend and mentor in cold blood. It was not something he was proud of, of course. He found old acquaintances and friends, and had told his tale. Some, mostly the elders, had forgiven him. Then, there were the others, others who vowed to take his life as payment. So far they had not made good on that vow, but he kept a lookout nonetheless, and in fact had paid several of the young ones to keep an eye open whenever they could and let him know when someone they didn’t recognize was on their way to his home. He had chosen the young ones for this task, because hardly any of them knew who Abbot was.
Lerris slid into the old wood chair at his desk with a yawn, and shifted several small stacks of papers out of his way. Together, those pages were a story about a renegade who had attacked his former mentor and fled across the country-side from her, to ultimately return to her side as an equal. It was a story about Byron, Lerris had no idea how the idea had gotten into his head, but he knew that it was a tale he needed to tell.
There wasn’t much else after that, he had spent his time rebuilding his house and hunting for food. The real town was at least a days walk away, and Lerris tried not to show his face there unless completely necessary. He had became a rather good hunter and a decent tracker. He rarely went after large game, and instead relied on snares and traps, but if the need was dire, a bow and quiver sat bundled in the corner of his room.
The elf began to doze, his mind still fixed on Rowen, wondering where she was, what she was doing. There was a knock, and Lerris frowned, in his mind he still held a picture of her face. There came another knock, several more, hasty. He sighed, and opened his eyes as he stood, in two strides he was at the door. Lerris opened it, frown still upon his face…no one was there. Then, he heard a small voice, barely above a whisper, “Someone is coming Master Lerris, and just like you asked here I am warning you.”
Lerris moved his gaze down, and there stood one of the young ones. He tried to hide his shock, panic, but by the look the young one gave him he knew he had not. “Thank you, nessa er, now go and make sure you don’t get in their way.” The boy nodded, “If you ask me, they don’t look to friendly either Master, they have that look in their eyes if you understand me…” With that he turned and was gone in an instant into the thickness of the trees.
Lerris slammed the door shut and took a deep breath, he knew the day would come when they finally came for his head. His eyes shot to his staff, ever ready there right next to the door, the only question was if he should stay and fight, or flee. If there were one he might stand a chance, but it had been long time since he had used his staff for anything else but walking.
His decision was made, he had to leave and leave in a hurry. He found a pack, and began to stuff it with everything from rations to bandages to the pages of his book. He figured that if he was out and about, at least he could get some work done. In went ink and pens, and other various things he knew would be needed. It would last him until he reached where he was going.
The thought stopped him in his tracks, where was he going?
He let out a frustrated growl as he strapped his bundled up cloak to the top of his pack. It was still warm out yet, being that it was the beginning of summer. He grabbed his staff last, and oddly enough he smiled.
“Just like old times, my very old friend…” He spoke as he shifted the staff in his hands, “Traveling with no destination, and wondering if around every corner there is someone waiting to take my life…..” He opened the door, a warm breeze hit him and he took three quick strides out, and with a quick glance at his house he turned south and began to make his way out of the wood.
“…Just like old times.”
Lerris shook his head as he made for the front door to his home on the outskirts of the woods. He didn’t deserve to be able to live here, not after what he had done, but some of the elfin-folk who lived here still forgave him…and, well, some had not. It had been two years since he had returned home and not because he was homesick, but because he was chasing someone.
That someone being Byron, Rowen’s former apprentice.
Lerris smiled as he shut the door behind him, the thought of Rowen tended to make him do that. He did miss her, but he still knew that he had made the right decision back when they had discovered Byron using his very own broken-down home as a hideout. After the two of them had left, he set out to finally come clean with the citizens of his home about what had happened to his former master, Abbot.
Years ago, Lerris had killed his old friend and mentor in cold blood. It was not something he was proud of, of course. He found old acquaintances and friends, and had told his tale. Some, mostly the elders, had forgiven him. Then, there were the others, others who vowed to take his life as payment. So far they had not made good on that vow, but he kept a lookout nonetheless, and in fact had paid several of the young ones to keep an eye open whenever they could and let him know when someone they didn’t recognize was on their way to his home. He had chosen the young ones for this task, because hardly any of them knew who Abbot was.
Lerris slid into the old wood chair at his desk with a yawn, and shifted several small stacks of papers out of his way. Together, those pages were a story about a renegade who had attacked his former mentor and fled across the country-side from her, to ultimately return to her side as an equal. It was a story about Byron, Lerris had no idea how the idea had gotten into his head, but he knew that it was a tale he needed to tell.
There wasn’t much else after that, he had spent his time rebuilding his house and hunting for food. The real town was at least a days walk away, and Lerris tried not to show his face there unless completely necessary. He had became a rather good hunter and a decent tracker. He rarely went after large game, and instead relied on snares and traps, but if the need was dire, a bow and quiver sat bundled in the corner of his room.
The elf began to doze, his mind still fixed on Rowen, wondering where she was, what she was doing. There was a knock, and Lerris frowned, in his mind he still held a picture of her face. There came another knock, several more, hasty. He sighed, and opened his eyes as he stood, in two strides he was at the door. Lerris opened it, frown still upon his face…no one was there. Then, he heard a small voice, barely above a whisper, “Someone is coming Master Lerris, and just like you asked here I am warning you.”
Lerris moved his gaze down, and there stood one of the young ones. He tried to hide his shock, panic, but by the look the young one gave him he knew he had not. “Thank you, nessa er, now go and make sure you don’t get in their way.” The boy nodded, “If you ask me, they don’t look to friendly either Master, they have that look in their eyes if you understand me…” With that he turned and was gone in an instant into the thickness of the trees.
Lerris slammed the door shut and took a deep breath, he knew the day would come when they finally came for his head. His eyes shot to his staff, ever ready there right next to the door, the only question was if he should stay and fight, or flee. If there were one he might stand a chance, but it had been long time since he had used his staff for anything else but walking.
His decision was made, he had to leave and leave in a hurry. He found a pack, and began to stuff it with everything from rations to bandages to the pages of his book. He figured that if he was out and about, at least he could get some work done. In went ink and pens, and other various things he knew would be needed. It would last him until he reached where he was going.
The thought stopped him in his tracks, where was he going?
He let out a frustrated growl as he strapped his bundled up cloak to the top of his pack. It was still warm out yet, being that it was the beginning of summer. He grabbed his staff last, and oddly enough he smiled.
“Just like old times, my very old friend…” He spoke as he shifted the staff in his hands, “Traveling with no destination, and wondering if around every corner there is someone waiting to take my life…..” He opened the door, a warm breeze hit him and he took three quick strides out, and with a quick glance at his house he turned south and began to make his way out of the wood.
“…Just like old times.”