Post by Aedon on May 2, 2011 19:36:52 GMT -8
Sitting on the steps of Connemara, Aedon stared out into the night. A soft wind blew out of the southwest, carrying aloft the fragrance of the flowers from the distant woodlands. Before him, stretched out as far as he could see, stars twinkled in shades of pink, red and blue. And always present was the pleasant chirping of the hoppers in the fields surrounding his home.
This was not a new place to him. Years back this very spot had been home. Long before he had met the Knights of Yew or taken on the watch of the Glade, this had been his place of solace. The years since he had last gazed upon the stars of Malas were many, and much of who and what he was had changed time and again.
And now, at this pivotal juncture in his life, he once again sought out solitude and rest; and following a trail of memories left like breadcrumbs, Aedon had returned home.
It was much was as it had been when he left here. The neighbors had changed only slightly and the those who remained were slightly removed from his house. There was a sense of security to be found here, and a inner peace settled over him as he sat counting stars, and humming some old song from his youth.
Picking up a cup of tea which sat upon the stairs, Aedon sipped the fae brew and allowed his thoughts to turn to Aegis. Leaving there for good was not something that was easy for him.
As he packed up the Aegis home, and sent Liam on the way with another load, Aedon recalled doing this once before. He had wandered to other lands seeking new challenges, but always the Glade called him home.
But much had changed, both in him and in the land.
The ordeal with Ix Tab had taken more out of him then he had ever wanted to admit. The blood of the past, brought to life and used to evil ends, had drained him of much of the resolve he had maintained since his last return.
The meeting with Janissan, months ago, and the realization of the life they had shared, had filled him with many thoughts and emotions. It was hard not being able to discuss things with her, seek out her advise; but he had left, within the house they shared, a path to the new home in Malas.
Perhaps, in time, Jan and Kylee would join him here and they could build a life far from the threats and ill omens ever present in Aegis.
“Aegis, A resting place in a world gone mad, home and hearth, life and love, all things that I am and hoped to be brought to the fore in the eyes and hearts of my people.”
Where did he know this from? The thought forever echoed in his mind and haunted his dreams.”
“Duty and honor, a way of life, a promise kept.”
Sitting forward, Aedon slowly set the cup down and strained his ears as though listening to a clarion call of years long past. His thoughts raced as he searched once more for the answers to this poem which so many times haunted him into the wee hours. But, as in the past, only a black wall met his searching gaze, and the ghosts of the past ceased their call allowing the chirp of the hoppers to come through once more.
Aegis would be handed over to a new caretaker; and, as the Knights of Yew had faded into the history of the Glade, he too might someday be recalled for a generation of young Yewians.
But, for now, there was only the stars, the night breeze, and the chirping sounds around Connemara. Picking up his cup again, Aedon drank deeply. Then, lowering it, said simply,
“For now, and for as long as need be. I shall be here.”
This was not a new place to him. Years back this very spot had been home. Long before he had met the Knights of Yew or taken on the watch of the Glade, this had been his place of solace. The years since he had last gazed upon the stars of Malas were many, and much of who and what he was had changed time and again.
And now, at this pivotal juncture in his life, he once again sought out solitude and rest; and following a trail of memories left like breadcrumbs, Aedon had returned home.
It was much was as it had been when he left here. The neighbors had changed only slightly and the those who remained were slightly removed from his house. There was a sense of security to be found here, and a inner peace settled over him as he sat counting stars, and humming some old song from his youth.
Picking up a cup of tea which sat upon the stairs, Aedon sipped the fae brew and allowed his thoughts to turn to Aegis. Leaving there for good was not something that was easy for him.
As he packed up the Aegis home, and sent Liam on the way with another load, Aedon recalled doing this once before. He had wandered to other lands seeking new challenges, but always the Glade called him home.
But much had changed, both in him and in the land.
The ordeal with Ix Tab had taken more out of him then he had ever wanted to admit. The blood of the past, brought to life and used to evil ends, had drained him of much of the resolve he had maintained since his last return.
The meeting with Janissan, months ago, and the realization of the life they had shared, had filled him with many thoughts and emotions. It was hard not being able to discuss things with her, seek out her advise; but he had left, within the house they shared, a path to the new home in Malas.
Perhaps, in time, Jan and Kylee would join him here and they could build a life far from the threats and ill omens ever present in Aegis.
“Aegis, A resting place in a world gone mad, home and hearth, life and love, all things that I am and hoped to be brought to the fore in the eyes and hearts of my people.”
Where did he know this from? The thought forever echoed in his mind and haunted his dreams.”
“Duty and honor, a way of life, a promise kept.”
Sitting forward, Aedon slowly set the cup down and strained his ears as though listening to a clarion call of years long past. His thoughts raced as he searched once more for the answers to this poem which so many times haunted him into the wee hours. But, as in the past, only a black wall met his searching gaze, and the ghosts of the past ceased their call allowing the chirp of the hoppers to come through once more.
Aegis would be handed over to a new caretaker; and, as the Knights of Yew had faded into the history of the Glade, he too might someday be recalled for a generation of young Yewians.
But, for now, there was only the stars, the night breeze, and the chirping sounds around Connemara. Picking up his cup again, Aedon drank deeply. Then, lowering it, said simply,
“For now, and for as long as need be. I shall be here.”