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Durelin · 06-16-2003, 02:20 PM

Tareth stood, hands folded in front of him, head down. His eyes were locked on the casket that held Aerin. Who cared about Mr. Yazven? He was some man on this ship. Tareth couldn't remember what it was called. He couldn't remember much, just Aerin. He had seen her die. That was all he had seen. And he saw it again and again. He wanted to scream. No, not cry, scream. But, how did you scream? He didn't know how, did he? He had seen another die...Turthol. He felt a stab of pain at not being able to remember the man's name for a moment. Just for a moment. Turthol. The murderer. Tareth couldn't help but snort, and some of the others looked at him strangely. He did not care, he hardly noticed. The man was not a murderer. He was a good man. He had killed with a right to. And what had the man thought of Tareth? That didn't matter, did it? He was dead, wasn't he?

What had Aerin thought of him? Tareth knew what he had thought of her. She had been kind, gentle, friendly, but strong. She had been an excellent companion, the one who had spoken to him at the beginning; he had felt comfortable speaking with her. He had seen her as a friend, and hoped she had seen him as one too. Now he saw her dead. Had seen her die. That was all he had seen, all he saw. Now she was to go to the sea. She had been so amazed by it, and had spoken often of how much she wished to see it. A fitting place for her to spend the rest of eternity in. She would find peace after being brought away from the waking world by a weapon of war. A fitting place. Perhaps he would see her soon. But until then...

Tareth knelt before the casket, speaking in a low voice. He didn't care whether the others heard him or not. "I am coming to understand why lives are taken in battles, Aerin. If there was no loss, we, the dominant creatures of Ea, would come to take pleasure in it." He paused, smiling a bit. I will miss you Aerin. We will." Rising, he lowered his voice to a whisper, keeping his eyes on the casket. "I will take pleasure in the battle that brings death to Baroden." Smiling, Tareth looked away from the casket for the first time since it was brought out, fingering his axe. "And that battle will come. Soon."

Death changes the lives of many. Tareth's life was all but gone.

06-16-2003, 02:20 PM	#211
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Tareth stood, hands folded in front of him, head down. His eyes were locked on the casket that held Aerin. Who cared about Mr. Yazven? He was some man on this ship. Tareth couldn't remember what it was called. He couldn't remember much, just Aerin. He had seen her die. That was all he had seen. And he saw it again and again. He wanted to scream. No, not cry, scream. But, how did you scream? He didn't know how, did he? He had seen another die...Turthol. He felt a stab of pain at not being able to remember the man's name for a moment. Just for a moment. Turthol. The murderer. Tareth couldn't help but snort, and some of the others looked at him strangely. He did not care, he hardly noticed. The man was not a murderer. He was a good man. He had killed with a right to. And what had the man thought of Tareth? That didn't matter, did it? He was dead, wasn't he? What had Aerin thought of him? Tareth knew what he had thought of her. She had been kind, gentle, friendly, but strong. She had been an excellent companion, the one who had spoken to him at the beginning; he had felt comfortable speaking with her. He had seen her as a friend, and hoped she had seen him as one too. Now he saw her dead. Had seen her die. That was all he had seen, all he saw. Now she was to go to the sea. She had been so amazed by it, and had spoken often of how much she wished to see it. A fitting place for her to spend the rest of eternity in. She would find peace after being brought away from the waking world by a weapon of war. A fitting place. Perhaps he would see her soon. But until then... Tareth knelt before the casket, speaking in a low voice. He didn't care whether the others heard him or not. "I am coming to understand why lives are taken in battles, Aerin. If there was no loss, we, the dominant creatures of Ea, would come to take pleasure in it." He paused, smiling a bit. I will miss you Aerin. We will." Rising, he lowered his voice to a whisper, keeping his eyes on the casket. "I will take pleasure in the battle that brings death to Baroden." Smiling, Tareth looked away from the casket for the first time since it was brought out, fingering his axe. "And that battle will come. Soon." Death changes the lives of many. Tareth's life was all but gone.