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#1 Guest_Kelarin_*

Posted 11 March 2006 - 05:20 AM

The blade in his shaking hand fell the ground as his eyes settled on the three people coming into the clearing. The first one was male, the other two women. The man wore a suit of red dragon scales comfortably, though no helm covered his brown hair and rounded face, and the way he held his sword and shield suggested experience. Another sword was at his belt and the Bhaalspawn swore he remembered finding both of them in Watcher’s Keep. The next woman was wearing a suit of dragon scales as well, though hers was black. In her hand was a good quarterstaff, and she had a club and scimitar at her belt. Her hair, on the border of blond and brown, framed a beautiful Half-Elven face. The third woman wore long robes of prismatic colors. Her eyes were covered by a silk piece of cloth, much like a blindfold, and her blond hair in turn covered that. Something about them seemed familiar but he just couldn’t place it.

They all stood staring at him for the longest time before anyone spoke. “What have you done child?” was all the first woman could say.

Something about her voice and words was known to him, though he swore she was a stranger. “Who are you? What do you speak of?” He asked her and backed away slowly.

The blindfolded one was the first to answer. “You don’t remember do you” He mutely shook his head, his mouth unable to form the words. “You don’t remember us?” She stepped into a brighter spot in the clearing and her face became more visible in the light of the forest. The tattoo on her forehead and peeking out from her blindfold seemed to be screaming at him that he knew her, but again he could only shake his head. She ‘looked’ at the other two for a moment, her head turning towards them, but both remained silent. “I-I’m sorry.” She said and shook her head sadly. The man stepped over to her and whispered in her ear. She smiled sadly and nodded.

“No crime can go unpunished, but sometimes the punishment is mercy. You told me that once. I thought you meant to let them live with what they’d done. Now I believe you may have meant that death is a mercy.” The man’s voice shook as he spoke. “Do you still not remember us? Remember me, my brother?” He mind raced, but he could not place this man as one of the Bhaalspawn. His hands were shaking again as he croaked a denial.

The third had tears in her eyes as she stepped forward herself. He felt the slightest touch of regret in him before it was washed away and she spoke. “Is there nothing of you, Jesran, that remembers us, remembers me?”

The young man finally found his voice. “I do not remember, woman. Seeing you inspires no emotion, nor any memory. If this isn’t what you wished to hear then I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

The woman stood there in shock for a moment before a tear slid from her eye, though she was silent. The blind woman laid a hand upon her comfortingly, but didn’t speak. The man shook his head sadly and whispered a prayer to some deity.

Jesran tried to stand and leave but upon his first movement both warriors reached for their weapons. He looked at them in amusement for a moment before he stood and turned. “Stop.” One of the three said, he was not sure which, his head was getting light, and there was a strange buzzing going on somewhere.

He did and turned to look at them again. “Why, you gonna give me some food and something to drink?” At their blank stares he nodded. “Didn’t think so.” And turned to leave again, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to find anything in these forests lost as he’d been for weeks.

“You aren’t going to hunt. You never really could; neither could Imoen for that matter.” It was one of the women this time, though he couldn’t be sure which one.

He stopped again, but this time turned much more slowly. “Who?!” He snapped, the name he remembered, it was important.

“Imoen, your sister.” It was the female warrior. “Neither of you ever could hunt. I was rather surprised you’d lived to the Friendly Arm without me.” She didn’t seem to remember the situation was just blathering about nothing. “But you did arrive, and in good company, Minsc and Dynaheir, and of course Boo.” Minsc and Dynaheir. The names made him stop and he had a distinct memory of a hamster. The hamster had brown hair and red eyes—no that’s not right. He remembered a hamster with black fur and red eyes on a tall bald warrior with pale skin, and a purple tattoo he remembered with this name, Minsc.

“Minsc” left his dry lips.

“And Boo stand ready.” It was the mage now. “That’s right. He’d say that all the time. And I was his witch after Dynaheir died.”

A trembling hand caressed her face, as if to be sure it was there. “Aerie? You were blinded? Anomen,” he turned to the knight.” left with you.” He turned to the last one. “You…” His mind searched but he could not find a name and face from his past that matched this woman. “Who…”

Her eyes were on the ground as she spoke. “Khalid was your best friend, so soon after that.” Khalid and his wife; he remembered them as well. The Half-Elf had been a dear friend and his wife…

“Jaheira!” He said, and her head jerked up to look him in the eyes. “Jaheira, why did you leave me? We fought. You abandoned me, when I needed you, when Imoen needed you. You all did!” The center of his being, the hole, was again filling with rage and it seemed there was nothing to hold it back. Strength coursed through him again and he charged at the small trio.

Hours later he held a dagger in his quivering hand, above an outstretched wrist. He’d caused so much pain; he just wanted it to end. Slowly he slid it along his extended wrist, a thin line of red appearing behind the knife’s blade. He almost smiled at the realization that he had received his final mercy, and he would be free of what pain he had suffered here. And those who lived would be free of him. And that thought finally did bring a smile to his face as his life quickly faded away.

#2 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 11 March 2006 - 07:35 AM

Very creepy, and very well written.

#3 Guest_Kelarin_*

Posted 11 March 2006 - 03:29 PM

Thank you. Can I ask you a question though? What would you do in his place?

#4 Sumpton

Posted 12 March 2006 - 10:12 PM

It was almost better not knowing...

Jaheria, Minsc and Aerie were not very helpful. I wonder, if they had not piled on the guilt, but used the compasion...

Still very enjoyable...

Thanks...
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Cheers...

#5 Guest_Kelarin_*

Posted 12 March 2006 - 10:26 PM

It was almost better not knowing...

Indeed it was

Jaheria, Minsc and Aerie were not very helpful. I wonder, if they had not piled on the guilt, but used the compasion...

I doubt it would have helped anyway. And actually it's Anomen, not minsc. Minsc was killed the first time they fought Bodhi. But really the three were rather scared of him by now. Imagine facing a person who within seconds could be tearing you apart. Could you show him compassion?

Still very enjoyable...

Thanks...
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Cheers...

Glad you liked.




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