Amanes let out a small scream when Varian pulled her to him. She opened her eyes to look at him when she heard him speak. She looked up at his golden eyes and was glad to see him. She didn’t know how she would get through this own. She was glad for now she had Varian. She closed her eyes and held on tight to him as she wept. As he laid them down she would cry herself back to sleep. She dreamt no more and slept through the night.
Varian held her close to him tucking her into him and keeping her warm and safe as she cried herself to sleep. He knew she was dreaming of the slaughter of her village, she would for a long time. Even when she thought she was over it something might trigger the memories. He would take care of her and watch over her. He was not going to let her suffer this alone.
Varian himself fell asleep holding her close to him. it was not something he had ever done before and he seemed to sleep peacefully for the first time since he discovered his sister missing 200 years ago. He had nightmares about the possible things that could have happened to her. Holding Amanes for the first time he did not have such dreams. It might be the woman in his arms holding back the dreams or the fact he was no longer sitting at home leaving it to the family guards who failed to find her over and over again. But whatever it was it was nice to sleep without much worry.
Varian was a light sleeper, the slightest noise that seemed off or strange he would be awake. His sword was beside them within easy grasp if he needed it. he was going to protect Amanes like he could not protect his sister. Nothing was going to happen to this princess while he was around. They would sleep through the night without incident.
As the sun rose Varian woke. No matter what time he went to bed he always woke with the sun. He would carefully as to not disturb Amanes slip away from her, go deep into the bushes but not too deep that he could not see her and relieve himself. Once that was done he would wash his hands in the nearby stream and then get out more travel food and eat. Leaving some for her when she awoke. He made his way back to the hole and began digging again working to get the grave done. It would be there she would find him when she woke up.
I close my eyes and this image floats beside me, a sweat tooth madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me and all the time he’s mumbling, mumbling truth, truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it Stretch it, it will never be enough, you kick at it beat it; it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
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When Amanes woke in the morning she would feel that Varian was no longer beside her. She sat up and looked around for him and saw that he was back to working on the grave. A soft smile crossed her lips. She looked down and saw the food. As she ate she watched him dig. She thought about the night and how he came to her as she screamed from the nightmare. She felt safe when she was in his arms and she was once again grateful to him. She did not know how she was going to pay him back for the kindness he showed her, but she would find away. She wanted to go over and talk with him but she did not want to bother him. She had a feeling is she did he would find a way to trip of fumble and he wouldn’t get anything done.
She wanted to make him a meal, but she didn’t want to bother him in telling or asking him about going to the fields and seeing if there were any crops left she could use. So she did the next best thing. She found a little patch of earth just a little past their little camp site still in view of where Varian was digging, so if he looked to find her he could still see her. She placed her hands on the ground and within a few seconds crops would start to grow. There were three plants that grew. There was corn, potatoes, and carrots. She sent some magic into the plants to help them grow to ripeness. Once she was done she wiped the sweat off her brow. Normally she would have just let them grow on their own but she wanted to do something for Varian.
Now all she needed was a kettle or a pot. She though and then walked over to Varian. She smiled as she looked at him.
“Umm Varian could I ask a favor? Could you ask an animal if they could find me a kettle or a pot please, oh and if they could find some herbs that would be great as well?”
The man looked as if he had been walking for days without food or rest. His haggard face and dull eyes seemed to take nothing in of his surroundings. His feet moved like the living dead, leaving a trail in the dirt for miles behind him. The truth was he was enthralled. His mind has been reprogrammed and his emotions tinkered with. He was now the servant of a Vampiress and though he could have never fully understood what a nasty existence that could be, his visage reflected his nightmarish new life.
Standing silently he would wait an hour, a day, a week or more for Varian. No words would be spoken as the unknown man delivered his letter. He would watch through vacant eyes as the Elf read the correspondence and gave his response. After that it was done. Illianna would know instantly that which her minion learned. The psychic link was lengthy, but at the moment was the focus of all of Illianna’s efforts. After she had her answer she could let the connection wane and her focus broaden on her quarry.
~Varian (hereafter referred to as “Client”),
I have recently come across one of your notices outlining the disappearance of Faylynn (hereafter referred as “Target”) . My name is Illianna Raverbien, and I have written this letter to inform you that I have already undertaken the search for the missing Elf. As this rescue involves both a female and a seemingly innocent youth, I am compelled to offer you a discount on her safe return. Half of your standing offer should suffice.
1) Target will be returned to designated rendezvous location (set by client)
2) Any cost to heal lasting damage to Target will be surrendered from reward (Void if harmed by Client)
3) If Target is killed, contract price will be paid to the Client (Void if slain by Client)
4) If Target is found dead, reward is still required
5) Client is responsible for all ransom costs
6) In the event of Demons, Dragons, Devils or Dimensional travel, price is subject to change
If you find my terms acceptable, relay your affirmation to the man whom delivered this letter. He has been hired to relay our correspondence. I myself am in Vintel City, beginning the search for the stray princess. I will find her, let me assure you of that. What I will do when I find her is entirely based on your response. I believe myself to be your best hope Varian, do not dawdle.
Illianna~
The vacant human would stand in trees for the duration of Illianna’s quest, giving her a thrall near the client incase communication was necessary. During the day he would stand silently, eating odd berries and other nearby vegetation as mindlessly as a rabbit. By night he would sleep sitting against his tree. He was telepathically programmed to never wander more than twenty yards from where he delivered the letter, so that if he was needed, he was never too far away.
Illianna Raverbien & Illianna Dahl are TM of MyWorld Imagery
Varian worked hard, digging and thinking as he did so, he was trying to get things done so they could go and leave this place behind. He wanted to get the girl as far from the ruins of her home as he could so maybe she would not dream such dreams. He also wanted to get started asking around this area, of the other villages and towns about his sister and if she had been seen around the area.
As he worked he frowned softly wondering why this village was attacked and everybody slaughtered and killed, or taken. It bothered him that such a thing happened here. There was something not right about the attack, and Amanes, although she had been wounded badly was not a wound if it had been tended that would have killed her. He shook his head as he worked and wondered about the young princess, why she had not been killed or taken with the others. It was really bothering him, and so deep in thought he did not hear her come up to him.
At the sound of her voice his head whipped up and he looked at her blushing softly " there is a pot and kettle in my travel bag help yourself to them" He traveled with camp gear, so she would be able to find it in his bag once she went through it. There were lots of things in his bag including a picture of his sister. When she went through of it she would find all she needed for cooking. He would watch her until she went to his thing and then begin digging again working twice as hard and fast even though his muscles were burning from the over use of them. He had not worked this hard in a long time.
Outreach: Reconneting those who have Disconnected.
Amanes smiled to Varian.
“Thank you. I will call you when it is done.”
Amanes headed back to their little camp area and found Varian’s pack. She rummaged through it she grabbed the kettle. As she looked to see if he had any herbs she saw a picture. She looked at it. In the picture was a very pretty girl she wondered if this was his sister or was it a lover or a person he liked. The thought that it could be a lover kind of made her a little jealous. This reaction surprised her. Why was she feeling jealous? She had no ties to Varian and she only just met him. She knew hardly anything about him or his family. She had no right to be jealous. Thinking it through she push the jealous feeling aside and smiled. She hoped that if it was his lover or person very close to him in the picture that they were happy together.
She placed the picture back and went back to looking for more supplies. She found a ladle and some herbs and a few other things she would need to cook with. She had all she needed now so she could get started on cooking. She set up the fire and hung the kettle on a hook thing she found in Varian’s pack. She placed her hands over the kettle and said a few words and water filled the kettle. She was slightly exhausted after doing this. With producing the three crops, then helping them grow to ripeness, and now the producing the water she was a little fatigued.
She picked the corn, potatoes, and carrots and cut them up with a knife she got from the pack and placed them into the kettle. Then she placed some of the herbs into it as well. It wasn’t much but it would at least make a nice stew.
Once it was done she walked over to Varian.
“The stew is done if you would like some. It isn’t much, but I do hope you like it.”
She gave him a smile and walked back over to the campsite and sat by the fire and stirring the stew.
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