The Tale Of Varathia

Parents, Mentors and Greif

The two decided to sleep off the conversation, but Arilo couldn't sleep knowing the king gave Araka so much pain.

"I have to defeat him. no matter what, I will avenge Arakas parents, her mentor, and her grief."

Arilo then noticed Arakas Journal on the floor beside her chair as he gently picks it up and being curious started to read through it, Not in disrespect, just to see how much damage the king truly did. 

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Winter time, it was heavily snowing out, it was so white you couldn't even see a few inches in front of you. I was nine at the time my parents died and 12 when my mentor died. my parents were fighting off the king's most trusted knights, the king was going to war.

they needed fighters.

my father was a bowsman and my mother was a swordswoman, the only swordswoman who was able to survive the war but died to the king himself,

it snowed pain that day.

my mentor said they became birds and flew off into the sunset to become something greater and soon you'll be able to see them again.

I believed him until he died to the king as well.

the king walked down my town, a crowd on the sidewalk watching the corruption.  My mentor tried challenging him, my mentor never fell, never kneeled, and never broke

but died anyway.

everyone turned away as the king continued down the town.

I looked at my mentor's limp body as it began to rain tears.

his blood flowed with the water that conjugated into a small puddle by a clogged drain. I cover my eyes with my hair because I think my hair blocks the pain I feel every day. but it doesn't.

mom, dad, I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were sent to war, I'm sorry mentor for not helping you fight. and I'm sorry me, for making you go through grief and guilt and thinking about when arilo is going to leave.

Arilo...

Arilo, the one who never left. not yet. the only one who took the pain away by doing nothing but having fun. how does he do it? he says to find someone to give you motivation but the only person I have is him. does he give me motivation?

I lived in the woods ever since they died. seeking shelter in the same tavern when there's rain with tears and snow with pain. the same tavern where I met the one who takes the pain away.

how does that happen?

he says he doesn't know who he is or who his parents are yet he's not phased. or doesn't look like it. how.

he acts with such courage and pride, how.

he fights with such strength and motivation, how.

how does he manage to fight knowing the only person he has and trusts is me? how.
dark, dark, darkness is all I see. but he's a light, he makes me feel again. he shows me what I can do. I have to fulfill his wishes. I would take a sword for him I would take an arrow for him I would take anything to save him. to show him, I saved you.

Arilo, I had parents, mentors, and grief but not anymore.

not anymore...