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#Post#: 29025-------------------------------------------------- |
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Exiled |
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By: MrPuffin Date: April 29, 2016, 6:37 pm |
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[center]Prologue |
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My clan's safety and wellbeing is my charge, and it will always |
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be my priority no matter what. We used to be a happy and |
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welcoming clan. We used to be a tightly-knit community, which |
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provided shelter to children and adults alike. We used to say: |
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"The wind will always blow at our backs" as our short anthem. |
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Well, now it is blowing all around us, trapping us in the eye of |
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the vortex created by our own Lord's rage, sealing us away from |
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any kind of civilization, with no way to escape. |
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(Yes, I know this is a really short prologue ;A;) |
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#Post#: 29027-------------------------------------------------- |
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Re: Exiled |
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By: MrPuffin Date: April 29, 2016, 7:24 pm |
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[center][b]Chapter 1[/center] |
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Delta and I were peacefully walking along the clans borders, |
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chatting and watching our fellow clan members as they went on |
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with their day. Sometimes we saluted some, sometimes helping |
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some with their tasks. The sun was shining quite brightly, and a |
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cheerful breeze was blowing. It was overall a great day, and |
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everyone deemed quite giddy. Unless for Delta. Delta, usually |
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one of the happiest members of the clan, seemed quite |
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preoccupied. I asked her to follow me out of the borders, into a |
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quiet area where we could talk in peace, without disturbance |
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from other dragons. "Hey, Delta, are you alright? Your |
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expression seems quite dull." |
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She took a few minutes to respond: |
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"Grim, can I tell you something? I've been thinking about this |
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for a while, and I don't really think anyone else other than you |
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would understand." |
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"Why, of course you can! I'm here for you, Delta. You know I am. |
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What's on your mind?" |
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"I want to leave, and go work for the Windsinger." |
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I froze in shock, and opened my eyes as wide as possible. Delta, |
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the last person on Sornieth whom I thought would ask me to |
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exalt, was right in front of me, asking me exactly that. I |
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replied: |
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"W-wait. What about your son? His father disappeared long ago |
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and you're his only family left! How would he react?" |
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Delta's facial expression remained stern, not moving an inch. |
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She added: |
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"I have faith in our nurturers. They'll be able to take care of |
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him. Besides, he's almost mature enough to fend for himself, and |
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he's our lead Scavenger; I can't see why he would take this |
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badly. Please, Grim, please let me go." |
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Her face softened, and she took the most sorrowful expression I |
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have ever seen. Whatever purpose she wanted to take over there, |
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she took it seriously. I took a few minutes to think about it, |
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then replied: |
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"Fine. Delta, you may leave to serve for our Lord, the |
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Windsinger. May the wind always be at your back." |
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She instantly lit up, pulled me into a tight hug, and said: |
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"Really? Thank you so much, Grim!" |
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When she was done, she looked at the sky, murmured: "May the |
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wind always be at your backs", then flew away. |
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"Farewell, Delta." I muttered while watching her silhouette |
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disappear, then hurried back to our clan's territory. |
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