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Post by Aaron Grimior on Jul 4, 2014 19:11:56 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED Aaron’s eyes slowly opened to see the ceiling of the hospital. The last time he’d been in here, he’d been checking on the young girl he’d found nearly frozen in the snow. He’d sat in a chair next to her bed watching her sleep. He blinked a few times before trying to sit up. Immediately, pain and heat shot through his torso. He gasped and went to move his arm to the source but his arm didn’t budge. He closed his eyes tightly against the pain and breathed in deeply. Looks like he was the one on the bed now. But why was he here?
He tried recounting the memories from before he blacked out. He remembered the morning going shopping for food. Then… oh, the bandits. That’s why. Sylas. Where was Sylas? He forced his eyes open again and looked around the room moving his head very slowly. At least his neck didn’t seem injured but his head pounded and his entire torso was on fire. He didn’t see the dark haired swordsman in the room. Had something happened to him? Aaron growled a bit. He needed to find out. He slowly started pushing himself up again fighting against the pain. His torso fought with him every step of the way.
He breathed hard as he finally sat up. He tried remembering the last events of the fight. He’d lost track of Sylas while fighting the swordsman and his backup. That couldn’t be good if he’d been overtaken by the others. He was about to swing his legs over the side of the bed when a nurse came in. “Oh! You shouldn’t be up! Lie back down.”
“I have to find out what happened to Sylas,” Aaron said through gritted teeth. He didn’t know who this nurse was. He hadn’t met her the last time he was there. Or if he had, he didn’t remember. All he knew was that he had to find out what happened during the fight. He was trying to ignore the worst possible outcomes but he knew with the odds, it could have very well ended that way.
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Post by Sylas Sage on Jul 11, 2014 17:00:43 GMT -6
Sylas walked the halls of the hospital with a simple bandage over his minor wounds. He was just discharged from the emergency room. Aaron was not so lucky. So the young swordsman found himself walking to the wounded aquavian's room to check up on him. On his way there his mind began to wander. He had used his gift.. and he almost lost control.
And more importantly.. he actually felt something. Emotion. It triggered his gift which he hadn't used since his meeting with Brynne. "This gift is not for the feint of heart." The words echoed in his head. Was he too weak for this great power he had been given?
The ruckus from the oncoming room broke him from his thoughts and he quickly turned through the doorway to see Aaron trying to get on his feet. "Whoa there brother. Easy now." He shouldn't be trying to stand. He signaled the nurse to leave. The things he wanted to discuss were for their ears only. "We're fine here." The young man found a seat next to Aaron and looked at him. "You're quite the fighter, eh?" he said, referring not just to what he just did, but to the fact that he should be in a much graver position. "Not willing to go down in a fight. You should have been a knight, brother." he chuckled, then his expression hardened. "Those weapons didn't originate in Hryst. They were aquavian. So what do you suppose they were doing playing a part in a robbery in broad daylight?"
Normally, Sylas wouldn't care about criminals and their antics or the safeness of the city. But somewhere deep inside him, he decided that he wanted to care for the people of Hryst and do what he can to preserve the city. The way his father and brother did. He would do something good, and truly earn the title of Knight of Hryst.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Jul 12, 2014 20:10:33 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED Aaron looked over at Sylas when he rushed into the room. The man didn’t look too worse for wear, bandages covered parts of his skin. But he was standing. Aaron allowed the two of them to push him back on the bed. His breath caught feeling the pain once again from his torso. He closed his eyes and let the pain subside before looking back over at Sylas. He smiled a bit at the swordsman’s comment. “A knight huh? There are worse occupations. I’d at least be able to keep the peace through a legal standing.” He straightened a bit in the bed to get more comfortable and inhaled sharply because of the pain.
He looked back at Sylas with the mention of the weapons. “That is a very good question. And one that I plan on finding out. Those weapons were made for the military. The general civilian population shouldn’t even be able to find them. And to have nearly thirty of them in a completely different country is extremely troublesome. I know I need to take care of Shy but right now, those weapons are a problem that should be solved quickly. Who knows how many more of them are floating around?” His face appeared stoic again as he thought about how the weapons could have reached Hrystic shores. He looked back at Sylas.
“I can tell something is on your mind. Last I checked, you weren’t all that interested in the activities of criminals.” He watched Sylas’ face. The man was definitely thinking about something. Aaron could only guess at what it was. But the swordsman had mentioned knights earlier. That might be a clue as to his current train of thought. He started feeling uncomfortable again and moved feeling more pain once again. He winced shutting his eyes and letting out a hiss. His eyes reopened and focused on the dark haired man.
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Post by Sylas Sage on Jul 21, 2014 20:21:06 GMT -6
Had it not been for Aaron's current condition, Sylas would not have taken so lightly to the comment he made of knights and decided to brush it off as a joke. Besides, there were many more things to put concern into.
Aaron answered his questions about the weapons and Sylas did not like the answer. "Military.." It was equally interesting as it was terrifying. What could a random shack in Hryst possibly have that was so precious that it required military grade weapons to take? A better question would be why would the most technologically advanced nation in the world want with Hryst? It was all very confusing and nothing seemed to tie together. But he feared the worse.
His train of thought crashed. How was it that Aaron always knew when something was plaguing the young Sylas'? The thought made him chuckle. "You've quite the eye for signs of distress, brother." He seemed to stare off, a distant look in his hard, onyx eyes. "I suppose.. at some point i decided that my father and brother wouldn't be proud of me. During that fight, i realized that if it weren't for you also being in the fight i would not have stayed there much longer. And it has been plaguing me since." He felt as if he were thinking out loud. Forgetting the Aquavian for a while as he spook. "What would my father say? My brother say? Men who so loved this nation that they put their lives on the line every day to keep it safe." He looked down at his feet. "I have been selfish.. and hard and close-minded.. and living that way wouldn't make the merest fraction of the man my father was. So i have decided, i'm going to do everything i can to safeguard all these people, and carry on the legacy my father left behind.." His voice was one of new found determination. And he was glad he felt comfortable speaking like this to this man. He felt glad that he could lift this weight off his chest.
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Post by Aaron Grimior on Jul 21, 2014 22:50:57 GMT -6
THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE ARE ALWAYS EARNED Aaron listened to the man talk, seemingly talking to himself more than to Aaron. Aaron watched his expression change. He knew this was a turning point in Sylas’ life. He sighed a bit and winced once again from the pain. “Need more meds it seems.” He shook his head a bit before looking back at Sylas. “Sylas, I’m sure if your father saw you in that fight, he’d be nothing but proud. You did well and saved the lives of those guards. Your future is ahead of you. You say you want to protect the people. You mentioned the knights. Perhaps you should see about enlisting. I’m sure they would accept a capable fighter like you. You would do well in their ranks.”
He reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder. “Fight like that, with your heart, and you won’t have any problems. You will make your family proud.” Aaron was just saying what he knew Sylas needed to hear. And he meant every word. If only he could make his father proud too. He let his arm fall back onto the bed and just breathed for a moment. His eyes closed and he remembered home. Fresh air, filtered and perfect. The colors. The sounds. The scents. It was just a boat ride away. But he knew his father wouldn’t be proud of him. Not yet.
He opened his eyes again to focus back on the dark haired swordsman. “Don’t worry about the weapons for now. I’ll do my best to get to the bottom of it. I don’t think those men were just there to steal from one single store. I think they were aiming for something much bigger. It was lucky we were there.” Those weapons needed to be traced back to where they came from. Gods only know if there were more on these shores. And the correct authorities needed to know. But that was for another time. Healing was now. “So, what is next for you Sylas?”
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Post by Sylas Sage on Aug 1, 2014 21:15:19 GMT -6
The aquavian swordsman, Aaron, knew exactly what to say. What he needed to hear. And it ignited the small spark that would soon turn into a blaze of glory. Sylas was on the path of greatness from here on out. He would not shy away from the glory of his father's shadow, but he would stand tall and proud in his boots. The time has come.
Sylas eyed the swordsman that lay in the bed wounded. He assured him that he would worry about the weapons for now and Sylas didn't argue. There was something he had to do first before he helped anyone, something to help find himself once more. "Domhan Tir." Sylas replied to the man. "The tournament. With luck, i can still sign up, and then, i'll test my worth." He smiled confidently. The thrill of battle becoming much more appealing by the second. The young man pushed himself off the wall he leaned on and adjusted the strap for his blade. It was decided. The time was now.
"You won't be doing much of anything until you're in better condition, brother." He said to the man. "Take it easy, don't do anything crazy. I'm not going to be around next time you find yourself in a jam." He joked, with a chuckle. Sylas walked to the door and stopped at the frame. Turning his face to the man, he flashed a half smile at him. "And thank you."
With that, the young swordsman began his first steps down the hospital corridor. His first steps toward glory.
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