Post by Mizagium on Oct 16, 2008 19:02:58 GMT -5
The Passing of Nathaniel Deimos and the Departure of Sheean Meerah
Nathaniel felt his life slipping away. The wound Isaac ad given him was mild, but the curse on the Atakki dagger prevented the wound from healing. Blood flowed freely from the open stab wound near his heart. Slowly but surely, he was dying.
Isaac still was in shock over what he had done. His own brother, how could he do such a thing to his own brother? Even Laureigna’s arms around him could not ease his mind.
Nathaniel was waiting for that moment he had head of, the moment when your life flashes before your eyes. But that moment never came for him, instead he saw the lives of the innocents he had slaughtered while under the influence of Thraggle’Nahr, when he was Shadowclaw.
The impact of these memories was so sudden, so powerful, that it brought him to tears as he lay on the ground.
“I-I’m sorry;” He choked out between his tears. “I’m so sorry,” It did little to solve the problem; they were still dead and he had still killed them.
Sometime during his visions of death a crowd of people had gathered around him and Sheean, whom he had not noticed was beside him. Nathaniel weekly glanced at the faces and felt more tears come. He knew every single one of them. After all, he had killed them.
“Oh, god,” Nathaniel cried out. “Oh god – everyone, I – please, I – I’m so sorry. I couldn’t – I had no control – please…” Came his attempt at an apology to the spirits. What could one say to those whose lives he had so maliciously taken?
Sheean, who had been holding the dying Nathaniel’s hand the whole time, recognized two among the visiting dead: here parents. At once a deep sadness welled up in her heart and she remembered how much she missed them. But she quickly pushed aside those thoughts and put on a stone façade. They were gone now; nothing she could do would ever bring them back. Ever.
One spirit stepped forward, separating himself from the rest. Nathaniel raised himself up on his elbows to see this spirit. It had been years since he had last seen him, but he recognized him instantly.
“You do not need to apologize, my child.” The spirit spoke. At once, Isaac also knew this man, though he had never laid eyes on him. “Nor do you.” The spirit turned to Isaac. “What you have done to your brother was regrettable, but necessary. It is not for you to feel guilt for.” But Isaac could not help his feelings.
Sheean helped Nathaniel to his feet. The pain from the wound was minor now and he wanted to face this man on his own two legs. He would not appear weak in the eyes of his father.
“Please, sir,” Nathaniel could bring himself to all this man “father”. “Please, tell me I didn’t…” He faltered on the last words, but the spirit understood him. The look on his ghostly face told Nathaniel what he did not wish to hear. “No.” He said quietly. He ran one hand over his face, while the other reached instinctively for Sheean.
“I said it before, you are not to blame.” The spirit stated again. There was sadness in his voice now. All the other spirits bowed their heads.
“But – but I, I…” Nathaniel looked at his hands with a high degree of disgust. More tears fell. “Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have waited until I had -?” Nathaniel stopped short, suddenly understanding.
“I think you know now.” Nathaniel did. He made no attempt to argue. He turned to face his brother.
“Isaac, when I die, you have to burry my body.”
“What?” Isaac did not understand at first. His eyes widened in understanding. “No. I won’t.”
“You have to, Isaac. Please.” He clutched his chest. The pain was returning. “I would give up my eternity for the sake of everyone. If I were to burn, then m soul would escape, ands so would Thraggle’Nahr’s. But if you burry me, then his soul would remain trapped within me.”
Laureigna stamped her foot and shook her head angrily in defiance. Tears sprayed the ground around her. “No, I won’t let you!” Isaac cried out. Nathaniel shrank back, the pain was coming back harder now.
“Dammit, boy we don’t’ have time for this!” Isaac jumped at the spirits outrage. “We’ve wasted enough time as it is, you HAVE to do it!” He was pleading, not commanding, and tears ran down his face. Isaac had no choice but to comply.
Nathaniel had now taken his place on the ground. Only this time he was ready for death, and would not fight it. Isaac turned away from him. He would not watch his brother die because of him. The spirits all gathered around Nathaniel and Sheean, each placing a hand over his heart. Nathaiel turned to face Sheean. “I, I want you to be the last thing I see…” He said heavily.
It was all too much for Laureigna and she finally broke down, falling into Isaac’s arms, weeping. Isaac too, wept for his brother, and for the first time, only Sheean remained stone-faced in the presence of the dead and dying.
Minutes passed and the spirits retreated from Nathaniel’s body. He was still, as if he was sleeping. Sheean held his hand and stroked it. A single tear dropped from her onto Nathaniel’s lips.
Isaac turned to see his brother, still holding Laureigna tightly. Instead he saw another familiar face, one he had not expected to see ever again. Ewan.
Ewan smiled a bit and said, “Take care of my sister, alright?” Isaac nodded solemnly and held Laureigna tighter.
The spirits faded and left the three teenagers alone with Nathaniel’s body. For the first time since their departure from Illiaria, the full extent of their situation hit Isaac. It hit him hard. Tears flowed without provocation.
Sheean, with a silent resolve, stood up, picked up her quiver and bow, and started away from the others.
A steady rain began to fall over them.
Suddenlt, the world was a quieter place.
Nathaniel felt his life slipping away. The wound Isaac ad given him was mild, but the curse on the Atakki dagger prevented the wound from healing. Blood flowed freely from the open stab wound near his heart. Slowly but surely, he was dying.
Isaac still was in shock over what he had done. His own brother, how could he do such a thing to his own brother? Even Laureigna’s arms around him could not ease his mind.
Nathaniel was waiting for that moment he had head of, the moment when your life flashes before your eyes. But that moment never came for him, instead he saw the lives of the innocents he had slaughtered while under the influence of Thraggle’Nahr, when he was Shadowclaw.
The impact of these memories was so sudden, so powerful, that it brought him to tears as he lay on the ground.
“I-I’m sorry;” He choked out between his tears. “I’m so sorry,” It did little to solve the problem; they were still dead and he had still killed them.
Sometime during his visions of death a crowd of people had gathered around him and Sheean, whom he had not noticed was beside him. Nathaniel weekly glanced at the faces and felt more tears come. He knew every single one of them. After all, he had killed them.
“Oh, god,” Nathaniel cried out. “Oh god – everyone, I – please, I – I’m so sorry. I couldn’t – I had no control – please…” Came his attempt at an apology to the spirits. What could one say to those whose lives he had so maliciously taken?
Sheean, who had been holding the dying Nathaniel’s hand the whole time, recognized two among the visiting dead: here parents. At once a deep sadness welled up in her heart and she remembered how much she missed them. But she quickly pushed aside those thoughts and put on a stone façade. They were gone now; nothing she could do would ever bring them back. Ever.
One spirit stepped forward, separating himself from the rest. Nathaniel raised himself up on his elbows to see this spirit. It had been years since he had last seen him, but he recognized him instantly.
“You do not need to apologize, my child.” The spirit spoke. At once, Isaac also knew this man, though he had never laid eyes on him. “Nor do you.” The spirit turned to Isaac. “What you have done to your brother was regrettable, but necessary. It is not for you to feel guilt for.” But Isaac could not help his feelings.
Sheean helped Nathaniel to his feet. The pain from the wound was minor now and he wanted to face this man on his own two legs. He would not appear weak in the eyes of his father.
“Please, sir,” Nathaniel could bring himself to all this man “father”. “Please, tell me I didn’t…” He faltered on the last words, but the spirit understood him. The look on his ghostly face told Nathaniel what he did not wish to hear. “No.” He said quietly. He ran one hand over his face, while the other reached instinctively for Sheean.
“I said it before, you are not to blame.” The spirit stated again. There was sadness in his voice now. All the other spirits bowed their heads.
“But – but I, I…” Nathaniel looked at his hands with a high degree of disgust. More tears fell. “Why did you come here? Why couldn’t you have waited until I had -?” Nathaniel stopped short, suddenly understanding.
“I think you know now.” Nathaniel did. He made no attempt to argue. He turned to face his brother.
“Isaac, when I die, you have to burry my body.”
“What?” Isaac did not understand at first. His eyes widened in understanding. “No. I won’t.”
“You have to, Isaac. Please.” He clutched his chest. The pain was returning. “I would give up my eternity for the sake of everyone. If I were to burn, then m soul would escape, ands so would Thraggle’Nahr’s. But if you burry me, then his soul would remain trapped within me.”
Laureigna stamped her foot and shook her head angrily in defiance. Tears sprayed the ground around her. “No, I won’t let you!” Isaac cried out. Nathaniel shrank back, the pain was coming back harder now.
“Dammit, boy we don’t’ have time for this!” Isaac jumped at the spirits outrage. “We’ve wasted enough time as it is, you HAVE to do it!” He was pleading, not commanding, and tears ran down his face. Isaac had no choice but to comply.
Nathaniel had now taken his place on the ground. Only this time he was ready for death, and would not fight it. Isaac turned away from him. He would not watch his brother die because of him. The spirits all gathered around Nathaniel and Sheean, each placing a hand over his heart. Nathaiel turned to face Sheean. “I, I want you to be the last thing I see…” He said heavily.
It was all too much for Laureigna and she finally broke down, falling into Isaac’s arms, weeping. Isaac too, wept for his brother, and for the first time, only Sheean remained stone-faced in the presence of the dead and dying.
Minutes passed and the spirits retreated from Nathaniel’s body. He was still, as if he was sleeping. Sheean held his hand and stroked it. A single tear dropped from her onto Nathaniel’s lips.
Isaac turned to see his brother, still holding Laureigna tightly. Instead he saw another familiar face, one he had not expected to see ever again. Ewan.
Ewan smiled a bit and said, “Take care of my sister, alright?” Isaac nodded solemnly and held Laureigna tighter.
The spirits faded and left the three teenagers alone with Nathaniel’s body. For the first time since their departure from Illiaria, the full extent of their situation hit Isaac. It hit him hard. Tears flowed without provocation.
Sheean, with a silent resolve, stood up, picked up her quiver and bow, and started away from the others.
A steady rain began to fall over them.
Suddenlt, the world was a quieter place.
