Prowler sat in the dining room staring at the door across the room. Haravan was in the corner of the room filling up a pint of his favorite ale from a large keg that looked as if it belonged in a bar not a home.
“What could he want to talk to her about” Prowler asked eyes never leaving the door
“Boy, you ever heard the phrase the watched pot never boils? Well it’s basically the same with doors.” Haravan finished filling the wooden pint and sat down at the long table and kicked his feet up onto the table. “He probably wants to talk to her about her being and elf, you know how he is with elf’s practically wanted to be born a dagger-ear.” Prowler’s head snapped towards the dwarf now absorbed in his ale, Prowler put his foot on Haravan’s chair and pushed up causing the dwarf to fall backwards onto the floor.
“You off all people should know better than to call her that, or should I tell her to start calling you a rockmuncher.” Prowler said as the dwarf sputtered rubbing the ale out of his eyes.
“Your right lad,” Haravan sighed “Waste of damn good ale, you could have just said it you didn’t need to push me over.” He muttered.
“is ale all you ever think about” Prowler said not even looking at the dwarf as he stood up and picked the chair up.
“Not all,” Haravan said sitting back down in the chair “Mead is good too.” Prowler smiled and gave the dwarf a chuckle.
“Always can turn a situation around cant you” Prowler said, at that moment the door opened and Watcher stepped through closing it quietly behind him
“That girl is very nosy, beyond that she should be for an elf.” Watcher said not moving from in front of the door.
“What did you do,” Prowler said pausing as if the answer was going to be something awful.
“I did nothing, she is the one that did something, specifically this.” Watcher said as he pulled on the cloth around his eyes. His eyes shined still with the golden fire of the runes and sigil inside them. Prowler said nothing, only staring straight into his eyes.
“Damn the Arcane, put those things away!” Haravan said slamming his mug into the table leaving a large dent, neither of the brothers moved. The moment went on for what seemed like an eternity Haravan turned to look away from Watcher’s eyes but found he couldn’t move. Neither Prowler nor Watcher seemed to blink.
Haravan hated looking at those eyes, They were cursed he always had said. Those eyes, while blind could see straight into your soul. They made him cringe yet no matter what he couldn’t look away from those magical eyes.
“You will be changed by all of this.” Watcher said out loud. “each will lose at least a part of themselves.” Haravan cringed again he hated prophecies, most of all Watchers, they tended to be true. In one way or another. Prowler sat unmoving, his eyes reflecting back the golden sigil.
“Let’s go, Haravan” Prowler said looking at Haravan breaking eye contact with Watcher. Haravan still couldn’t break it as hard as he tried. “Put your blindfold back on Watcher!” Watcher put the red cloth back over his eyes and Haravan let out a sigh of relief.
“Come now you have a long journey all the way to the Crystal Mountains, and you just got back from a three day journey stay a night at least, one night at home can’t hurt you too much, you know I don’t bite.”
“Yet your eyes and arrows do” Prowler trying to make his words bite.
“How about we settle his with a contest like old times,” Watcher said
“Depends on the contest you know I don’t feel good about beating up a blind man even if he’s my brother.” Prowler said standing up slowly
“Archery” Watcher said looking as if he was still making eye contact
“No you know you’ll win that,” Prowler said staring back with the same intensity.
“Do you have something better?” Watcher asked a smile coming across his face
“Eye spy?” Watchers brow furrowed “fine, fine archery it is” Prowler remarked.
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Lights in the Darkness
FantasyMagic, it shined like a light in the Darkness of the world. Then it vanished from the world, leaving only artifact and relics as a memory
