Elisia Emerson: Goddess of the Damned

Chapter Two: Homecoming

Chapter Two

The Keep Master was infuriated that I overstepped my bounds, and threatened to kick me out. I know him well enough to know he won't follow through, and I significantly lowered the crime rate within the city walls. What I did may not have been in my power, but it was in the city's best interest.

"Elisia, you can't just go around town forcing people to adhere to your moral compass. The only reason you aren't being tried before the watch is because I pretended to have authorized it."

The keep Master had been ignoring the ruckus, as if he were already familiar with this situation.

"Like your father before you, always acting like some paladin. We are Knights of the King's Order, not some religious knights bound to temples. We represent the king himself!"

He scratched his head, running his hands back and forth through his gray hair. I hadn't noticed till recently how sick he has become, because his complexion was pale. There were bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation, my father's death was unfortunate. He probably worries about handing the reigns to Revnar, no one else has a high enough rank to challenge him for the position.

"I went through the same situations with your father, especially about adopting children. We cannot be seen as an orphanage, and that is why I grant you permission to reside in your father's estate."

I wasn't shocked to hear this, but I still had no ownership of my father's lands.

"Those lands are mine by right; I need no permission."

He raised his voice once more, "What right have you over the laws of men? You have none, for it is the laws of the king, or did you forget your oath?"

His face gained more color, unfortunately he was red with anger and frustration. His eyes shut and his nostrils were flaring, his hands opening and closing. He looked as if he were trying to regain his composure, and finally he simmered down.

"You and the children must leave before dawn, the Keep needs to distance itself from your actions."

Keep Master Augustus silently turned his back on me, unresponsive to anything I had to say. It was the angriest that he has ever been, my body felt as if it was drenched with cold water. My conscience began to weigh heavily, but my objective had been achieved. There were very little choices, but to adhere to his command. My quarters were nearby, where the children and I headed to pack my belongings.

After a little while we were almost done with packing, suddenly there was a knock on my door. As I turned to address whomever knocked on an opened door, I saw a familiar face.

"I don't believe you could leave without saying good bye to an old friend."

Talon stood there with his armor shining brightly, as if he just had It polished.

"You know the mark of a good knight is that of damaged armor, it lets others know you have seen battle."

He laughed at my reply and countered with: "I suppose that's why yours seems fresh from the forge."

It is true that I have no aptitude in a physical fight, but no citizen need know of it.

"That's a good one, but I really do have to pack."

He tossed a book at me, one that I have been dying to read.

"Something to read whilst you travel in your carriage."

Sudden realization hit me, and I began to panic internally.

"Yes... Well, thank you."

His smug smile was evident, and began to speak ever so mockingly: "Did your horses not like long travels?"