The Haunting Past
Shirley
I'm surrounded by dark clouds. No up, no down, no surroundings whatsoever. As I walk nothing gets revealed but more clouds. They boil and roil until they split, showing a single figure. The face of the figure looks a lot like my own, though it is older. She has black hair and like me is clad in what seems to be Elven armor, though without a Royal Seal and darker. She doesn't wear a cape either and the blade on her hip seems not Elvish, however I do notice she has Elven ears and the cloth hanging from the bottom of her chest plate has the Elven tree on it. The difference is this is a blood red tree on a black background. It seems she sees me to and she looks surprised. There is something else to in her emotions. An emotion I cannot place...
As the vision fades I hear a voice. 'Shirley, wake up please. Shirley... ah there you go.'
As my eyes slowly open I see Sha'iva leaning over me. I got a headache so it takes some time before I notice it is her. 'Sha'iva? What happened...'
She smiles softly. 'You joined in the celebrations, beat the living daylights out of the female Ork in a bar fight and then drunk one mug of ale to much. You've been out for two days now.'
I notice I'm sitting against Rashter now, feeling a bit bruised but otherwise fine. 'I'm never touching alcohol again. This went so awfully wrong... not to mention the vision I just had.'
Sha'iva gives me a small vial with a liquid in it. 'Drink this. it should help with the headache. I can't say anything about the vision though.'
I drink the vial and feel the headache slowly dissipate. Then I let my head rest against Rashter. 'Please tell me I don't have to climb into the saddle right now for the flight back...'
Sha'iva smiles softly. 'The king wasn't to fussed about it. The tavern is a mess but it wasn't all your fault. Brawls have been going on there for half a day.'
Then I notice the two Orks some distance away. Treknal is bruised all over and the female Ork looks even worse. She also has some gashes on her arm and a small bump on her head, just like one of her tusks is broken off. I blink twice. 'Did I draw my sword during the brawl?'
Sha'iva shakes her head. 'You took a bar stool and slammed it on her back so hard it broke and then used the remains to beat her up. That's all splinters...'
I rub my head feeling the crown still there. 'The worst part is I cannot remember doing it. All I got is some bruising...'
The female Ork walks over. 'You can fight, Wing Leader. You beat me up good in that fight. Only why did you do it?'
I shake my head. 'Whatever the reason may be, I can't remember. I must have been off my face when it happened.'
The Ork laughs. 'Well, even drunk you showed why you are the leader and not me. You broke my tusk with nothing but a piece of wood.'
'That makes me less of a leader, not more. As a leader I should not be beating you up for a reason I can't remember...'
I then see the king walk over. 'Ah good. Ye are alive. The Dragon Guard and the queen of the Elves would hurt me quite badly if you died during our feast.'
I slowly get up, supporting myself on Rashter. 'I gotta keep my hands off of any form of alcohol it seems. Now it went somewhat all right but if this happens with an Elf I could kill one without even being to aware of it.'
The king laughs. 'Nah. They were fighting, ye got annoyed of it and decided to interfere. Ye beat up the female so hard the male turned around and walked against a beam knocking himself out.'
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The Dragonriders
FantasíaA World at war, a village in flames. To grow from nothing, to have nothing... is it possible to become a new person? To forgive past wrongs and forget past pains?