Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 11:53:29 GMT -5
It had struck him hard, that was for sure. His one and only way gone, along with the promise of a child. Beric felt emotionally
empty as he was staring into the night sky. "And you have only yourself to blame." he mumbled. It had been his idea to let
Aryanna stay in Sunspear, rather than let her go with Tristeza. She was pregnant and so she needed to be safe, near midewives.
Since the news of the poisoning and the subsequent burning of Sunspear had reached him, Beric had stood on the hill, all by
himself. He had seen Elijah approaching him once but looked the man in the eye and shook his head. Elijah had replied with
a sorrowfull look, but turned and left. 'What to do?' Beric had asked himself. He could blame everyone, that he knew. There
had been rumors that one of the enemy commanders, one Alexander Irwyn, had slain Aryanna and the princess' sisters himself, but
Beric wasn't sure.
He took a walk for a while, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts. The only woman that had and would ever love him was dead,
along with a child and possible heir. 'Heir to what?' Beric thought. To a sword. Beric unsheathed Dawn and looked at it for
a long time. In the daylight it shone with a beauty, almost glowing, as if a fire where burning inside it. At night it looked
like a pale spectre in the dark. It certainly was a beautifull sword, and easy to handle as well. He had been given it before
the battle for Lemonwood but hadn't dared wield it. If the enemy saw him with it, he would surely become a target. "And who is
the enemy?" Beric asked himself. He didn't really know anymore. Surely the men he was fighting, the men who were trying to take
Dorne's independance where the enemy. But why did he feel so empty? He felt no hatred towards the men who came to take his
country, the men who murdered his wife and child, but for the life of him he could not figure out why. "The world is a confusing
place... a warped place." Who did he feel loyal to, other than himself? It was then that he knew what he had to do.
Just before dawn Beric and 150 riders set out, leaving the troop in charge of Elijah Martell. The Sword of the Morning had a plan
and he would die to see it come true.
empty as he was staring into the night sky. "And you have only yourself to blame." he mumbled. It had been his idea to let
Aryanna stay in Sunspear, rather than let her go with Tristeza. She was pregnant and so she needed to be safe, near midewives.
Since the news of the poisoning and the subsequent burning of Sunspear had reached him, Beric had stood on the hill, all by
himself. He had seen Elijah approaching him once but looked the man in the eye and shook his head. Elijah had replied with
a sorrowfull look, but turned and left. 'What to do?' Beric had asked himself. He could blame everyone, that he knew. There
had been rumors that one of the enemy commanders, one Alexander Irwyn, had slain Aryanna and the princess' sisters himself, but
Beric wasn't sure.
He took a walk for a while, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts. The only woman that had and would ever love him was dead,
along with a child and possible heir. 'Heir to what?' Beric thought. To a sword. Beric unsheathed Dawn and looked at it for
a long time. In the daylight it shone with a beauty, almost glowing, as if a fire where burning inside it. At night it looked
like a pale spectre in the dark. It certainly was a beautifull sword, and easy to handle as well. He had been given it before
the battle for Lemonwood but hadn't dared wield it. If the enemy saw him with it, he would surely become a target. "And who is
the enemy?" Beric asked himself. He didn't really know anymore. Surely the men he was fighting, the men who were trying to take
Dorne's independance where the enemy. But why did he feel so empty? He felt no hatred towards the men who came to take his
country, the men who murdered his wife and child, but for the life of him he could not figure out why. "The world is a confusing
place... a warped place." Who did he feel loyal to, other than himself? It was then that he knew what he had to do.
Just before dawn Beric and 150 riders set out, leaving the troop in charge of Elijah Martell. The Sword of the Morning had a plan
and he would die to see it come true.
Hope you all are well and happy.