Into Battle (Rework in Progress)

Chapter 3 - Decisions of Trust (New)

Roarens eyes shot open, bright sunlight quickly making his cover his face. As his eyes adjusted to the light slowly he began to take stock of where he was. As he searched the area he noticed that he was laid on a bed with lightly colored linens. Confusion crossed his waking mind as he looked around the room. Everything was ornately decorated, the walls were covered in tapestries and paintings from Alin culture. All the grandeur made him physically cringe. Roaren shielded his eyes once again as rays of sunlight found his face, it was far too bright in the room. He noticed the towering windows to his left, with the sun shining brightly in. Nothing made sense to him. He shook his head, trying to remember the events that led up to this point.

Andre had run out on them in anger and he had followed her. It was then he came across the Alin assassin. He had been protecting Andre from him and in the end he had been at the mercy of the assassin. Yet everything after that became a blur in his mind. He rubbed the back of his head, remembering that he had been knocked unconscious by the Alin. He looked around the room again half expecting it to dissolve away and he would find himself in the dull grey walls of the dungeon. Yet there he remained in the clean, white and gold crested room. He didn't understand why he was in this room; he was a prisoner there or so it would seem. Though, he had no idea why he had been brought to the capital. And he knew he was in the Capital city, the bustling streets outside could be heard below. He was in the Castle of Kings, a place he never thought he'd see again. He almost didn't recognize it, aside from the stone walls and floors there wasn't much for him to recognize. He'd never been in that room in particular before but he knew that there hadn't been any room decorated like this. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at each of the paintings and tapestries. They depicted events and people he had no knowledge of. Everything was spotless as if kept for a distinguished citizen, one with luxurious standards. Roaren sighed to himself, he would have preferred the Dungeons.

He got up off the bed, stretching out his muscles as he stood. He was surprised to find that he could move freely in the room and that he wasn't chained to anything. He searched around the room cautiously and noticed his armor resting on a chair near the door. He approached the chair with scepticism. 'What is going on?' he asked himself. He searched around, trying to catch sight of his prized sword, though when he didn't find it he wasn't the least bit surprised. It was interesting that he even had his armor. If they had left him his sword then they were underestimating him. He was thankful to have his armor, at least if they suddenly decided to attack him he wouldn't be completely unprotected. Though seeing as they had gone through the trouble of bringing him to the castle it wouldn't make sense for them to kill him randomly.

He approached the tall windows at the side of the room, He stood there overlooking the fallen city of Meningral. The once great capital of the human race. He questioned whether it was still called Meningral anymore. The city itself was still the same grand city he had grown up in, but it was not the city he remembered and it was not the one he had come to know. The elves had changed it, building it up in their own image and it haunted him. He watched the streets solemnly, he had been here at its fall and he had watched it burn. Now he'd seen what it had become under the Alins rule. The human structures were almost completely gone. Though most had been burned to the ground when the Alin ransacked it. The buildings that replaced them were decorative and elaborate, elegant details stretched from the ground up, much like how the room was. The high arches and gold details screamed that they were Alin in design. Whereas, human structures were made for resistance and fortitude, not for their looks. The only standing structures that remained in its original human design were the fortifying walls. Both the larger outerwall and each of the smaller district walls still stood. But they were the backbones of the city itself, and to tear them down would damage the city. He watched the people below him walk the streets and passages happily, he was sure none of them knew what had happened where they walked, or how many lives were lost that day in the bloodshed that day. And so he continued to watch the people of the city below for some time.