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The war had been over for hundreds of years, every participant being but a faint memory in the Bright (name for the afterlife for warriors). So then why were there still clear signs that the earth was once stained with the blood of humans, and elves alike? The silver threads of tainting ink covered his face, their dark mark being left on his family as well as him now. The water from the bucket spared no detail on the owning mark, reminding him of his actual worth in this world. It was a mark given to every elf, to tell of what line they had been slaves to since the war's end. Even though his own family had been free for some generations they were forced by law to bear the marks of being owned. Sighing he heaved the bucket back out of the well and handed it off to the small child that had been waiting patiently for his help. An unlucky family, still forced to work for the families that bought them come war's end. Happily the small elven child nodded swiftly before rushing away with the heavy burden. It was hard to see such a young child put to such hard labor though he had no say in the matter. In the recent years though the slavery numbers had dropped which was a nice change, even if it didn't bring a change of attitude. Once the child left he turned away from the well, from his own cursed image. At least Dorian didn't seemed to mind that he was an elf, perhaps that was why they had grown so close in the last few times that they had been together. Last time they had the pleasure of sharing a peaceful meal together, confessing the feeling they both felt. Since then they hadn't been able to see each other nor write. Ever since he had been called forth to the capital Dexion had been traveling. It was slow going after having to walk all the way but he finally made it. But that had left little time to write 'home', if one could call it that. He couldn't help but wonder if Dorian was alright. That man always seemed to find some soft of trouble to get into.
The remaining walk up to the throne room was probably the hardest thus far. Would he be turned away by the shape of his ears? This had been one of the few places where he wasn't sure what the customs were. In many of the passing towns he had ran into a bit of trouble mainly because he refused to come when called 'knife-ears' or 'dalish b*stered'. Most of the people were nice, though there were always a few that proved to be difficult. The doors were opened without a word though, the guards lightly bowing their heads as he passed. It was a small but polite motion which helped boost his confidence. That was a pleasing sign. The halls beyond the doors were vast and well lit with a number of portraits lining the walls, each trimmed in a golden frame. As a servant stepped forward he stopped. It was a female human, something that was rarely seen. She was rather plump as well, with a bright smile and a slight hop in her step. She honestly didn't seem like a servant at all.
"You must be Ser Silverfox. I've heard a lot about you Ser!" She said in a happy tone with a wide and bright smile parting her lips. "Is it true that you can really summon things from the Rift?"
"Well it depends on what versions of the stories you have heard, but yes to put it vaguely I am able to bring things from the Rift to the land of the living." He said with a dim smile back. He wasn't accustomed to such politeness, from anyone let alone to a human. She didn't seem to mind their differences at all in fact. At his words she seemed to only smile wider.
"I would defiantly love to hear such stories first hand Ser, if you get a moment! But for now if you could follow me, the king is waiting for you and the others." She beckoned for him to follow her, which he did. Together they weaved through the maze of halls making their way towards the king's abodes.
"You mentioned others? I had no clue there were others such as my self, Drakin I mean."
"Why yes Ser, there are more! Two more in fact that the king was able to find. They should be on their way now if they aren't here already." With that she fell silent for the rest of the trip, which took another two minutes. Once to the king's throne room she opened the door allowing him to step inside before closing the door behind him. For now he was alone in the grey and red room left with only the door guards and his thoughts before the others arrived. |
