Melissa paces the throne room of the Bronze Fortress with her sword in hand. Occasionally swinging through the air while deep in thought.
"That daughter of mine is weak.." she takes a few swings. "Cries over everything like a child." Stopping in her tracks she looks to Daximus cleaning his double bladed sword.
"Why do you clean your weapon when you don't stain it with blood?" Melissa walks over to Daximus.
"It shows one's pride and love to their weapon. There could be many reasons to keeping a weapon clean."
Melissa remembers how her father used to keep a certain sword clean all the time. That sword had belonged to Melissa's mother and she died by a pack of gnolls, wolf like, humanoid creatures.
"You keep you weapon clean for what? Enjoyment?"
"No, this sword is two swords. My own." He twists the sword in the middle and it splits into two different swords. "And then my brothers."
"What happened to your brother?"
"You did. When raiding the Bronze Fortress in your rage, you killed him. Not like you care though. You execute prisoners daily." Daximus reconnects the swords and leaves the room.
Melissa thinks on what Daximus just said. For a moment she questions if she really remembers what loss feels like having it been so long since Carsin died.
Just Carsin in general made her more mad by the second. He chose to speak with Melina over her and still hasn't paid a visit yet.
Melissa takes a few more swings through the air. She takes a deep breath on the final swing and then carries on to find Daximus.
Daximus didn't go far, he just left the room to a balcony setting to enjoy a nice sunset over the area.
"I'm sorry about your brother." Melissa says while taking a seat next to Daximus. "What was his name?"
"Umbrax. He was younger than me." Dax reaches into the chest plate of his armor and pulls out a necklace of crossed swords.
"We wanted our own group started one day. The Arctic Ravagers. His idea.."
Melissa takes a moment of the peace and stands back a minute realizing something. How many other people are grieving like her now? She took many lives, but how many more were destroyed emotionally?
"I kill your brother, but you still work with me?"
"You have the right idea. So did Saren, but he went too far. You'll never destroy the gods or the plane of existence we live on."
Melissa looks to the sunset and remembers the one sunset she shared with Carsin. Way before they joined the frost-guard.
"Things happen." Melissa says. "Either way, beautiful sunset."
Melissa goes to walk back inside, but Daximus interferes. "You let your daughter go. Maybe you are not as evil as you want to be. Or maybe you are no longer as furious as you once were."
Melissa walks back inside silently.
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Frosted Ranger: Time's Illusion
FantasyD&D led story based off events coming from a character I play that romanced a NPC and had a child. This story is of that child. "Melina, if you follow your father's footsteps, you'll be right beside him. 6ft under dirt, 2 ft under snow." Melina Se...
