Warrior - The Weeping Monk

Part 33

The weeping monk stared at the cross longingly, hoping, praying but no matter how hard he tried and no matter what he did, the lord would not show his face

"Please, i just want her back" The weeping warrior begs softly, his whole back on display, showing scars inching across his entire back, deep and red like he had been scratched by the devil "I've done everything... everything father carden has told me to do"

Father Carden walks into the tent and steps up behind the weeping monk and eyes him for a few seconds and then he finally spoke up as he slowl trailed his eyes around the room "You ignore my summons"

The weeping monk is quite for a few seconds and then he finally speaks up, his voice low and raspy "His grace... i cannot feel it. I call out to him... i reach out, and there is only darkness, you said that this would bring her back, you said that if i helped you then the lord would be able to bring her back"

"You are the avenging sword of light" father carden says to him and begins to walk towards them while the weeping monk stares longingly at the cross that was placed in front of him "in the pitched battle against the lord of darkness. Did you think that you could escape his touch? His corruption? The beast does not tear the flesh... it tears the soul"

The weeping monk shakes as he tries to conceal his sadness and his breathing gets shaky "do you love me father?"

Father Carden looks at him and doesn't say anything, did he really love the fey? of course not "Of course i do"

The monk begins to sob lightly, Adira would never forgive him for what he had done, he had killed thousands of fey, their people, just for one. He knew Adira never would have accepted that "Even if i am damned?"

"those are dangerous words" Father carden scolds lightly as he looks at the fey man with an unreadable expression on his face while the monk doesn't look up to make any form of eye contact with him and the father carden slowly walks around the weeping monk and sits on a stool that was placed beside the kneeling monk "we will speak of this one last time. You were born a demon, an abomination in the eyes of god. But i spared you from the fire, because you could sense your own kind. I gave you scripture. I gave you discipline. I forged you into one of our sharpest blades. I turned you against your maker. And i laid the first brick on your road to salvation. But i cannot walk the road for you my son. I cannot save you from the flames. You have to have the will... to do what is necessary... do you have the will my son?"

The weeping monk took his time to answer, nothing would leave his lips no matter how hard he tried until he was fiannly able to mumble out the words, "yes father" but as he thought about it he didn't want to do this anymore, he didn't want Adira to hate him. If she was looking down on him he could just imagine the disappointed look that was on her face, he had to help the kids, they reminded him of Adira and himself when they were younger

"then we shall not speak of this again" father carden commands and then he stands up silently and leaves the room while the weeping monk just turns away from the cross in sorrow 

Adira washes her blades in the clear water, the blood of the hundreds of paladins that she had been killing the last few days slowly washed down the stream. Afterall of this, she was still helping the fey. She brushed her knotty hair out of her face and dragged the water across her skin to wash off the blood stains that covered her contrasting pale skin.

Adira suddenly felt a small pain in the lower abdomen, like she had been punched and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and carefully she lifted up her shirt and noticed that there was a small bruise starting to form on the side of her stomach

"what the bloody hell?" Adira curses silently but then she felt a strong pain in her head and her hands instinctively flew up to her head as she tried to stop the pain but it wouldn't go away, she closes her eyes and then suddenly she is in a whole different place, instead of standing in the middle of the beautiful forest she was now in a tent and she gasped as she noticed squirell and Allison and Squirrl was taking harshly to the man that was standing in front of them

"go suck a dick, and while your at it, how about you choke on it and die" Squirrel yells and Adira watches in shock, that was exactly what she had said to some men who were trying to raid them a few years ago. Adira tried to run forwards and help the kids but she couldn't move. She felt like she was going insane, she thought back to the time where allison had said the same thing that lancelot had said about her scars and now squirrel was saying what she had said

"I'm coming for you" Adira yells out to them but neither of them could hear her. She wasn't really there and while she could see them, they couldn't see her. They needed her help.

Adira opened her eyes back up and inhaled loudly, she quickly sheathed her silver blades and stood up. Her legs ached from all the travelling she had been doing but she didn't care, she had to get to the kids before anything happened to them she leant her hand down onto the ground and concentrated and her hand went green like the moss that it was touching

"please, show me the way" she mumbled out softly, she couldn't smell the kids due to them being surrounded by so many man bloods and the smell of death, rotting and decay that wafted around the room that the kids were being left in

Suddenly a trail of blue flowers shot out of the ground in a line and a wide grin came to her face and she quickly ran along the trail, following the blue flowers. The flowers that would lead her to one of the most drastic nights of her life