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Date Posted: 23:34:52 02/01/02 Fri
Author: novae
Subject: Currently untilted, part 2
In reply to: novae 's message, "Currently untitled part 1" on 03:50:17 01/22/02 Tue

I really should write some kind of geography for this story, it might get a little confusing later on without it. There might be a few mistakes in here
But here it is... part two:


The Essence Saga, Chapter Two


Feiln had always been like his father, patient, quiet and bright. His father told Felin everything. Because Felin would one day become leader of Helmshor. Felin’s father, Domlen had been the leader of Helmshor for the past 35 years, and soon be handing this right to his only son.
Felin should never have been born. His parents had tried for many years to have children, but nothing happened, they had seen the best surgeon from Tenell. He had said there was no chance of Domlen ever to have an heir. So Felin parents had shed many tears and adopted Domlen’s nephew as their son to be heir. But, by some miracle Domlen’s Wife, Jezebel, got pregnant. She died in birth.
So Felin, the miracle child was destined to be leader of Helmshor. Felin had passed all his peers in skill, strength and wit. But one. The bitter nephew of Domlen. Galdor.

Felin looked back at Helmshor one last time. The dark clouds in the background, mirrored his feelings. It is beautiful, Felin thought. He was leaving the one place he had once called home. He turned and left.
As he walked, the rain softly falling began to dampen his clothes. Felin thought back to the night his whole life had turned sour.
It had been a good day, the sun was out, nice and warm. A fine day for hunting. So he and the rest of those that had only one year till they were classed as true men, went hunting. They caught many hares and fine, fat wood birds. Felin got more than anyone. Except Galdor.
They all returned to Helmshor, the people were happy to see them when they returned. There would be a grand feast that night. And so there was. Many people came, not just from Helmshor, but many came from the nearby farms also.
There were not enough tables for all the people so many sat on the ground. But they did not care, the atmosphere was merry. Ten large fires burned keeping everyone warm, cooks bustled and jostled around them. The smell from the roasting meat filled everyone’s nostrils, wine and ale filled their cups.
All people thought that tonight Domlen would announce his handing over of leadership to Felin. So when the time came for Domlens speech all stopped eating, they wiped greasy lips and eased full bellies. So Domlen spoke:
‘As you all know my son Felin will soon take leadership from me.’ They cheered. Domlen smiled and waved his hands for silence. ‘Most of you will expect that to happen in the next few weeks, but I have decided to wait another year. There is still more I want to teach him.’ The crowd sat stunned, but after a second they cheered again. Louder than ever.
Most people saw the disappointment on Felins face. But none saw the grin on Galdors.
But soon Felin overcame his disappointment and joined the festivities.
Later on Domlen bid goodnight to the crowed and left back for his house. Felin went with him. ‘Listen Felin, about my decision.’ Domlen began.
‘No it’s fine father, I understand. It is fine. Come lets go home.’
Domlen smiled and a great relief flooded over him.
While the two were walking, they heard steps behind them. Felin turned, only to see nothing. He turned back around and continued walking. More footsteps. He ignored them. Suddenly there was the sound of someone running, the cold sound of a knife being drawn. Felin saw a Masked figure run into his father from behind. The figure stabbed once, then twice. And in the blink of an eye was gone.
Felin rushed towards his father, he saw the knife poking out Domlens back, he pulled it out. Domlen flinched and moaned. ‘Son,’ Domlen mumbled, ‘I saw…It was…You will be leader…’ With that Domlen Passed away.
While Felin lay on the street with his father cradled in his arms someone came running up, he did not see who. He did not hear what they said, but soon many people were crowded around. Everything from then was lost to grief.
He remembered being dragged away, to the lock house. When he awoke he saw two of Helmshors burliest fighters standing in the other side of the bars, they refused to speak to him. So he sat there for two days, confused and angry, until Galdor and some of the elders came in.
‘So,’ Galdor spoke menacingly. ‘You murdered Domlen. You couldn’t wait one year to be leader. The elders, I, and some of the others have decided you will be banished. If you return you will be properly punished.’
‘What! I did not murder my father, he was killed by a masked man!’
‘So the guards have told us, you did not stop shouting at them this whole time. This decision is final, you will leave immediately.'

So now Felin walked slowly along the road to Tenell. The thin forest on each side of the road slowly removing Helmshor from sight.

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