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Ghaleon...
Posted Nov 3, 2002 10:47 PM
Ghaleon..
: The cry of the Willowick Bird stirred the assassins thoughts away from the pains of his mind a moment. His worn fingers rolled from about his furrowed brow as a sign creased his lips in exclamation. Soothing fingers massaged his temple as he watched the twin suns make their descent marking the end of each day. The hours were growing shorter, he felt the seasons change within the air. Alas, much change did come. His daughter grew up before his very eyes. A smile snuck about his stoic grimace as he day-dreamt of her. A childs innocents, their laughter, their clumsy first steps. How he, alone could give something such direction. How such power grew to fear at this moment.:
: Much did come with the seasons change, with the bitter chill in the air, he felt it, as well it was evident behind those chocolate orbs so many fell prey before. Age seemed to be catching up with him alas. His hand closed the journal slowly, with enough care to not crush the quil still stuck within marking his page. Her room would be empty soon. Soon there would be no racket of playful banter between her and the Minotaur, her nurse and nanny. There would be no more dress up, there would be no more education. Twas time for her to learn and learn on her own.. This was what the assassin feared. :
:One can teach a child all they wish however, some believe that none the less if they wish they will stray. He kept her from his art as best he could. However, how can one remove a child from such an element when the childs house is nestled within its heart. Shiana learned how to coax a bit coin from a man's pocket before she knew how to spell. She learned the ales and spirits behind the bar before she knew how to sew.. She was her fathers daughter. Alas the most he feared was not the decisions she made. Moreso, the name she carried with her. Those whom held the assassin in ill repute would strike at her. Any man not a fool would indeed see this was his exposed heart. Indeed it was. :
: A slow wind rustled through the windy alleyway's of the Nest as he stood before his balcony doors. The suns were fading, and darkness would soon creep back into the land for but an evening. It would be soon enough.. Soon enough they'd come... It mattered little, he was becoming complacent. After long days of strolling through the nest he merely wished for his bed.. At times he lacked the drive to greet most of his guests.. Time had caught up with the grand assassin... His narrowed eyes watched as the candles flame flickered and danced.. Danced a dance he forgot the steps to.. and for once in a long time. He wondered if another still looked towards the flames, and though of him as he did her... :
:With but a puff of air from his lungs, the flames did extinguish.. Tomorrow was but a new day.. A new day, what ever would it bring?
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