Another chapter ended this weekend. I had some concerns about the balance with the previous chapter (which I was not happy), I did not know how I distribute the content on these chapters. The onset is likely to repeat but I am satisfied with the way things are going. By cons I go more on the work collossal who expect to correct, adapt, make it more fluid, coherent and verify that I have missed any track road. I almost forget one today. Answer all questions will be difficult and I do not know if I should leave a door open or not.
Music Inspiration: Blade Runner soundtrack by Vangelis.
Chapter XXX. Guylhom - Aelor
" What do you find him to Greluche? "The voices in his head was jarring and unpleasant.
Good old habits had returned.
- Nothing, she's nice and I feel that I understand. She somehow watch me ... that A head pain stopped him in his tirade. He did not know jealous.
" Stop it now. Anything you I can take it back. "
- What I?
" You do not know what it cost we have to maintain your life and you restore sight. "
- At the same time, I would not have needed without you.
"You become embittered "
- Maybe. What are we going to have to do now?
" I do not know. You're very far I feel but the Saints do not respond. "
- How do you contact me then?
" They are not dead, just diminished. We keep our powers for the moment but I can guarantee you anything. "
They were indeed very far. They had joined the tribe of horses. They were awesome riders were wrapped in long black coats that protected them from sun and wind. It was terribly powerful in this desolate and everybody was shivering with cold, even Burgan tension was palpable this huge company, the sky was darker and shorter days.
Horses had greeted by a charge which had stopped just yards from the column. Since then, they encircled it and Guylhom was not sure whether the sole purpose of protection. Arnulf explained that the land was sacred and that normally no one was allowed to go except the members of the tribe. He had many discussions with Arnulf and began to really enjoy the character. Always patient it took time to explain things. This contrasted with the savagery so he could demonstrate in combat.
But another surprise waiting for this inhospitable land.
Guylhom rode alongside Orlamünde once again. The princess seemed to relish his company and he enjoyed his. Despite the age difference, the girl's feet were on earth. The wind
entangling his hair and she spent her time keeping them out of his face. She was constantly surrounded by men on alert. He wondered where she had gained such loyalty.
Basically it remained fairly quiet about his past and about his death but they did not just talk. Sometimes they just rode one beside the other, listening burganne music.
- What will you do next?
- I have not thought of yet, I guess back to the monastery.
- I could not myself.
- What?
- Back to my life before. That of naive princess who has one goal in life, make a good marriage.
- I do not think I ever meet him my life before either.
- I saw so much, so much death and suffering, I need to feel alive.
- I understand.
- it hurts?
She spoke of her scars.
- it itches a lot but you get used to. I am however still happy to have a vision even if it should not be very pretty.
- Oh! You're beautiful then I mean you're not so bad.
She blushed. He wondered what she meant by that.
- It's nice of you but I've seen my reflection and it was not pleasant.
She changed the subject, speaking now of how the moon appeared larger view here.
He was carried away and hardly noticed that the night approached. As usual
Burgan through the camp was already mounted. Night fell sharply but the wind continued unabated. Agitation ran the camp. Guylhom had his tent near that of Arnulf and was therefore in the foreground to admire the spectacle.
Appeared out of nowhere, the black shapes stood in the center of the camp. They were covered with feathers despite their human appearance. Bowed their heads under the hoods was not visible. They held their hands in tears rusted, yet the edge was still sharp. He could see the moon but heard the birds above him make incredible racket.
- Nice little procession.
A voice rang out behind them, but nobody was there when they returned.
- I see you come. What do you want Burgan?
- Show you a coward. Arnulf cried at night.
- Oh so much hostility. You are very numerous for a courtesy and not as Burgan what I see. My darlings could take you all in heaven but it would require much effort. Why do not you agree?
The voice sounded in his head " He is near. So close. "which caused grumbling Guylhom" Thanks, I noticed. "
- which I did not think anyone was worried about me. A year alone in these parts stink with this wind blowing day and night. It's cold is not it? And it's summer. Require to kill my darlings to get warm. The feathers are warm, so warm.
- Aelor What do you want? Guylhom asked.
- The brother of another is not like him. What a beautiful armor knight, I see that she was tested. Did you know that only the burning pitch after decapitation can kill a knight spotless? I took some time to find the right technique. Your predecessors have been of great help.
" is he! He "was the second time he made the shot but this time Guylhom no more questions arose about the other knights.
- What do you want? repeated Guylhom
- Me? Oh, nothing important. I'm just going to liberate the people of his beliefs obsolete. Even you knight I can free you from your chains. Your help would be valuable to me at all, There are so many more .... Work to do.
- You're crazy. It is not for you to decide the destiny of a people. Who knows what calamities await us without the help of the Saints.
- I just do not debate, just to warn you. Make a U turn where I am afraid of having to be disagreeable.
- The remains of your army can do nothing against us.
- Hahaha.
Laughter withered while men were attacking ravens.
Guylhom never understood why Aelor had taken the time to discuss before sending his henchmen, too full of confidence probably.
They began to lift their wings and spin pointing their daggers. They will look great in a perfect way, some standing, others squatted and turned over faster. A few feathers flew as the first Burgan fell. Other creatures fell from the sky, clinging the backs of men and striking his head. Some were not even armed but clawing and biting.
Guylhom fought proudly Arnulf rid of one of these birds. He cut the members left and right, sometimes impaling one of those Cassandras who tried to take off. Strangely
the severed limbs regained human form once settled, would stain the feathers as if they had never been part of the body. " Saves idiot."
Orlamünde! He ran to his tent upsetting friends and enemies in the process.
She took refuge in his tent and his men protected it as best they could. He stepped over several corpses. They had their eyes gouged out and blood maculait traits. The male birds were difficult to distinguish in the night and it is largely due to a fire that spread from tent to tent he could see them in flight. The creatures did not like the fire and began to recede, but they were bent still here. Yet some seem hit an invisible wall or being forced to make a wing before approaching men. Guylhom leaned on a corpse and tried to jump into the air to determine a creature. His armor was too heavy and he only stir the air. Other creatures rested around the tent and the last defenders of the princess. They seemed attracted here like a magnet. He heard a whinny
behind him. " Ceyan! "The horse had joined him, snatching the pole that held his halter. Guylhom hastened to mount it and it makes contact with the horse to ram addition to the teeming masses over which overwhelmed the defenders. Ceyan proudly trampled men birds Guylhom were picked for the flight. They eventually scatters around him yet none had ever directly attacked, as if they did not see it. It was such a carnage alone most animals resumed their flight abandoning the fight. They were squealing so scared, crying and seeking refuge in dark skies. These cries were repeated elsewhere, and the attack ceased. But not the noise, Burgan had continued to play fighting. The tent of
Orlamünde was devastated. He ran towards her. None of his men were still standing although some were still alive, he heard their groans and cries for help. He pushed aside the remains of the tent, the canvas was torn on all sides. He removed the body of Captain John. He died on the princess, his face pierced by multiple blows. The princess she had nothing, we would have said so sleepy. When he felt her pulse she opened her eyes.
- John? Is she asked.
- He's dead.
- He has been loyal to the end. She said, shaking his head.
It seemed no more disturbed than that.
- must take care of the wounded. Get me the General Mark.
She commanded a natural way, sure to be obeyed.
They spent the rest of the night to treat the wounded. Arnulf had come to assess damage there. It Y'avait had died in Burgan but not as much as around the Orlamünde attempts. He looked for a moment and said " You are good! "smiling. Guylhom had trouble understanding how all these people could be so insensitive to blood and guts. The stomach returned he went to empty it out of sight. The fire had destroyed much of the equipment but had probably saved too. When
retook the road the next day after making a mountain of corpses, the lines were drawn. Orlamünde, she never left.
- They do not see.
- Pardon?
- Men ravens, they do not see.
- I do not know is possible.
- You're special is not it?
- I do not know.
- If you know. Do not lie to me please. I knew from the start.
- I suppose, say that I have trouble understanding it myself.
- I can see your old face. As if your soul was visible.
- Glad they did not have views then.
- Yes indeed.
- I killed your brother.
- Pardon?
He thought he had misheard.
- It is time for me to tell you. He wanted me to marry her, he probably tried to rob me and I ... thought it was the best way to save Pylos. I want you to know it was me who killed him.
- I do not know what to say. I am a bit sad but it was still a handsome bastard. And he had denied. I just knew, yet I still remember our childhood games.
- I'm sorry.
- Me too. Things would be so much easier if we could keep our child's mind.
- Yes. I killed so since I'm an adult that I sometimes ask myself if I could one day stop.
- I hope so.
He tried to smile encouraging but the heart was not there. What kind of person was he?
So sweet and so terrible. His brother, he did not even ask the question what it became after fighting the army of Liudmark. Difficult for concern for those we do not alongside, yet this was no time to think about missing it but had always tended to worry about the next day. He wondered how his father would take the news. One moment he would have liked to be near him. One moment he would gladly be the little boy jumped on his knees. For a moment he would have liked to forget the world and its woes.
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