[Just a short little tale]
Two men sat in front of a fire place, drinking fine wine and speaking merrily. One, a war veteran of many years, now happily living with his wife in children after Regalia ceased their lands. The other, the other was his brother, or the closest thing he'd ever have to one. The light did not allow for you to see their faces, but the elder brother's piercing eyes shone gold in the light as he looked to his brother.
"I don't think my work was done brother." He said.
The younger sibling chuckled, taking a sip of his booze, "You never think your work is done, you've been fighting your entire life. Enjoy the rest of your years with your wife and children. That country doesn't care about you."
The eldest brother shook his head, he didn't care for petty titles, he lost half his hand in the fight against Freya Lo and gotten nothing, "It's not about that. I just feel something… something drawing me back there, Jaad."
"I can't stop you from going, but you know that Apollonia won't very well sit there while you do it, brother."
"Wars are always fought, Jaad. I belong on the battlefield, it's where I stay, it's where I am supposed to die. You know it. I know it." He said solemnly. He placed the drink back down on the table, standing up and removing his fine robes. The man saunted toward his closet, where a mannequin rest, wearing an outfit he swore he'd never put back on.
A blue shirt and shoulder pauldrons, leather pants and a sash, colored red for his home country of Caliphene. He looked at this outfit, contemplating it. It was ragged and torn, the pauldrons barely kept together, barely even existing at all. He swore Lo would be his last fight, his final battle.
But you cannot take the fight out of a soldier, no matter the costs.
He unbuckled the shoulder pauldrons, removed the shirt and the pants from the mannequin and put them back on. He sat down on his bed for the final time, lacing his boots meticulously. Once he had put his clothes back on their rightful positions, he stood, inhaling deeply. He felt fulfilled once again.
"Jaad, when's the boat leaving for Regalia?" Kaleel asked, a sly grin forming across his face.
Two men sat in front of a fire place, drinking fine wine and speaking merrily. One, a war veteran of many years, now happily living with his wife in children after Regalia ceased their lands. The other, the other was his brother, or the closest thing he'd ever have to one. The light did not allow for you to see their faces, but the elder brother's piercing eyes shone gold in the light as he looked to his brother.
"I don't think my work was done brother." He said.
The younger sibling chuckled, taking a sip of his booze, "You never think your work is done, you've been fighting your entire life. Enjoy the rest of your years with your wife and children. That country doesn't care about you."
The eldest brother shook his head, he didn't care for petty titles, he lost half his hand in the fight against Freya Lo and gotten nothing, "It's not about that. I just feel something… something drawing me back there, Jaad."
"I can't stop you from going, but you know that Apollonia won't very well sit there while you do it, brother."
"Wars are always fought, Jaad. I belong on the battlefield, it's where I stay, it's where I am supposed to die. You know it. I know it." He said solemnly. He placed the drink back down on the table, standing up and removing his fine robes. The man saunted toward his closet, where a mannequin rest, wearing an outfit he swore he'd never put back on.
A blue shirt and shoulder pauldrons, leather pants and a sash, colored red for his home country of Caliphene. He looked at this outfit, contemplating it. It was ragged and torn, the pauldrons barely kept together, barely even existing at all. He swore Lo would be his last fight, his final battle.
But you cannot take the fight out of a soldier, no matter the costs.
He unbuckled the shoulder pauldrons, removed the shirt and the pants from the mannequin and put them back on. He sat down on his bed for the final time, lacing his boots meticulously. Once he had put his clothes back on their rightful positions, he stood, inhaling deeply. He felt fulfilled once again.
"Jaad, when's the boat leaving for Regalia?" Kaleel asked, a sly grin forming across his face.
