[The X Phial]

Bregand was never so ashamed in his entire life. When the call came to stand and fight he had felt his blood freeze in fear. Hestitating while the others sprung into action, Bregand fingered the hilt of his father's sword. He drew it slowly, dread in his heart. Finally snapping out of his stupor, he went to join the others in the line of defence. Unlike the others, however, he had managed to wound none of the enemy. Bregand's entire energy had been spent blocking blows, though he had managed to trip one of the wild men in time for Calimir to dispatch him. Even his blocking of blows hadn't been entirely successful. Bregand had suffered a small cut under his left ear. The blow would likely have taken his ear clean off if he hadn't had the quickness of youth on his side.

He heard Carmalita ask if others were injured and, after a pause sheepishly raised his hand. The wound was not deep and was quickly attended to, but Bregand's face burned with shame. No one had mentioned his deficiencies, but he was certain they must have been noticed. With the egocentrism of youth he interpreted every downcast eye and murmur as directed at him and his lack of skill with the sword.

Quickly, and without a word to anyone, he gathered his belongings and made ready to set out again. They were moving camp. Bregand resolved within himself that he would make it up to the company somehow. He also felt a blaze of anger mixed with his shame, he would show them all that he was worth more than his skill as a fighter.

[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: The X Phial ]