7 Fourth Age: the dependable [uncertainty]

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7 Fourth Age: the dependable [uncertainty]; tag; Erch & open to those who want
Topic Started: 6 Feb 2009, 05:33 PM (198 Views)
Deleted User	8 Apr 2009, 07:59 PM Post #11
Deleted User	“The gravity of war…” he repeated slowly, before nodding, he supposed that yes, it had been true that at the time, he had understood nothing, not his place, not his sister’s path, not what war could do and was doing to the land. He knew he had been weak back then, selfish and uncaring to those who had already lost their mothers and sisters and brothers. It had been the reason that, after her death and when peace settled over the land, he had left to wander in solitude, with the soft ghostly voice of his sister keeping him company. He had grown up, that much would be said by anyone who had known him, he was not the young boy who had been distraught at the possibility of losing his family. Instead, he had matured, and his acceptance of things had become incredibly passive, so much so, that the accusation isn’t hadn’t even sparked the slightest bit of anger or typical emotion within him. The slight fear and worry, of coarse, peeked through, but the eyes never showed it. It seemed they weren’t to show anything anymore. Which was why, when the other seemed to come to the decision that Esril knew he was going to make since the beginning of their conversation, he didn’t frown, didn’t flinch and simply lowered his eyes to the ground and nodded, he felt cold for a moment, before that feeling faded and he allowed himself to relax. Looking back up to the order given, Esril stood without difficulty, if this was his role, to take the blame and calm those who may very well panic otherwise, then so be it. At least it gave his life some meaning for a little while, watching the Prince similar to how one would look when they understood something against them, and accepted it. He had no reason to protest, no family, no friends, no one dear, nothing that could give him means to protest a probable exile or imprisonment. He didn’t struggle as he was led away, his hands rebound, instead the bright eyes dulled a little and the worried words of a child fell upon deaf ears, including those of the only one in the room who could hear her.
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