Scars
Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 2:03 pm
I had to do it, I had to tell Rose Valencian would not accept her yet. My heart was heavy as I rejoined Alendir and Velyn. A man had been killed, we had been talking of suspects, plans to look for evidence. As I approached, they stopped talking and looked at me. A shiver went up my spine, some sort of warning. Velyn took my hand. "What is it"? His eyes, his blue silk eyes slid away from mine. "There is someone in the villiage looking for you". His eyes found mine again. "His name is Kemeras."
Kemeras!
My blood turned cold, my hand in Velyn's to ice. I remembered the last time I saw Kemeras. How could I forget? The Stag Ritual. My maidenhead sacrificed for the good of the forest. Kemeras, possesed by the spirit of the Stag, his eyes of flame. The fear I felt, for I knew how stags mated. Violently. The anguish, the hurt. I still see it in my reverie. Had shared it with Velyn, so he knew, he knew, he knew.
<e> "I will be with you", he whispered.
We walked into Daggersprings. There he was, Kemeras. His green half-kin eyes so sad, looking into mine. A fleeting thought went through my mind, that his eyes looked like my sons, deep and sad. I touched a tree to draw strength from it with my free hand. "Arien", he said my name, "you look well". I looked anything but. My golden skin had faded to the color of parchment, looking at this half elf from my past, who so had changed my life forever. Kemeras fell to his knees. "I have waited decades to tell you this" I said.
"I forgive you".
He looked up at me, tears running down his face. "Yes, I forgive you. You were as much vicitim of the Stag as I." "But, I hate myself," he said. I had always known so, in my heart. Never any feeling between Kemeras and I, yet used by the Spirit of the Stag for one purpose. Breeding. "How is our daugter? I so often wondered"
Keriwen.
"I gave her part of your name, Kemeras, to show my forgiveness. A man of Tyr protected us, loved us, raised her as his own. You may remember him, Malek's Swordbrother Arakiel. I lost him four years ago". Kemeras looked up. "Arakiel is gone too? And Babras?" "Babras, father of my heart, died saving our daughter from the drow."
Now my tears flowed.
"How is the child?" Kemeras asked. I seemed to see her before me though my tears. "Keriwen, is fierce, and feral, and free." Neither of us could bear any more. "I... need to rest, Arien. Then you tell me all about her." "I will tell you all, the good, the bad." I could have not continued speaking, the lump in my throat too big.
<e> "Velyn, help me get to the shelter." I managed to gasp out.
Loyal Shalori, he had not let go of my hand through the whole painfull interview, indeed, in parts, he had held me up. "<e> I did not lie you know. Kemeras was violated in spirit, I was violated in body, which is worse?" I looked at my love. "<e> I thought of that" he whispered "that is why I did not hit him".
Somehow he got me to our camp outside of the villiage of Daggersprings. Wraping his arms around me, I warmed my cheek against his. Kissing it, he turned to whisper into my ear. "<e> I love you, Arien." I huddled into his arms. In the time we had been together, whe had shared out worst memories, and were working on making the best memories. I relaxed into him, and fell into reverie.
-Arien
Kemeras!
My blood turned cold, my hand in Velyn's to ice. I remembered the last time I saw Kemeras. How could I forget? The Stag Ritual. My maidenhead sacrificed for the good of the forest. Kemeras, possesed by the spirit of the Stag, his eyes of flame. The fear I felt, for I knew how stags mated. Violently. The anguish, the hurt. I still see it in my reverie. Had shared it with Velyn, so he knew, he knew, he knew.
<e> "I will be with you", he whispered.
We walked into Daggersprings. There he was, Kemeras. His green half-kin eyes so sad, looking into mine. A fleeting thought went through my mind, that his eyes looked like my sons, deep and sad. I touched a tree to draw strength from it with my free hand. "Arien", he said my name, "you look well". I looked anything but. My golden skin had faded to the color of parchment, looking at this half elf from my past, who so had changed my life forever. Kemeras fell to his knees. "I have waited decades to tell you this" I said.
"I forgive you".
He looked up at me, tears running down his face. "Yes, I forgive you. You were as much vicitim of the Stag as I." "But, I hate myself," he said. I had always known so, in my heart. Never any feeling between Kemeras and I, yet used by the Spirit of the Stag for one purpose. Breeding. "How is our daugter? I so often wondered"
Keriwen.
"I gave her part of your name, Kemeras, to show my forgiveness. A man of Tyr protected us, loved us, raised her as his own. You may remember him, Malek's Swordbrother Arakiel. I lost him four years ago". Kemeras looked up. "Arakiel is gone too? And Babras?" "Babras, father of my heart, died saving our daughter from the drow."
Now my tears flowed.
"How is the child?" Kemeras asked. I seemed to see her before me though my tears. "Keriwen, is fierce, and feral, and free." Neither of us could bear any more. "I... need to rest, Arien. Then you tell me all about her." "I will tell you all, the good, the bad." I could have not continued speaking, the lump in my throat too big.
<e> "Velyn, help me get to the shelter." I managed to gasp out.
Loyal Shalori, he had not let go of my hand through the whole painfull interview, indeed, in parts, he had held me up. "<e> I did not lie you know. Kemeras was violated in spirit, I was violated in body, which is worse?" I looked at my love. "<e> I thought of that" he whispered "that is why I did not hit him".
Somehow he got me to our camp outside of the villiage of Daggersprings. Wraping his arms around me, I warmed my cheek against his. Kissing it, he turned to whisper into my ear. "<e> I love you, Arien." I huddled into his arms. In the time we had been together, whe had shared out worst memories, and were working on making the best memories. I relaxed into him, and fell into reverie.
-Arien
