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ladyoflorien) wrote2002-04-30 11:34 pm
ladyoflorien) wrote2002-04-30 11:34 pm
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bellebohemian for my new icon. Do you see? Do you SEE? The Aeryn and John LOVE? Dear god I need new episodes. Just... yes.
[Author's Note: I have no idea where this story is going, I have no idea where this story came from. It just popped into my head and I wrote. So I mean to work on it some more in the future. In the meantime, read its weirdness.
BTW, I used some text from Braveheart and LOTR because, well, I could and I'm most likely not going to print this into a novel, so I can. Ha.]
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I am frightened of the past. It haunts me in ways I cannot even describe. I am frightened to again become what I once was; enslaved to the fear of my heart. I am frightened to break free of that fear, as I am frightened that it will lay hold upon me again.
The world has changed. It holds none of the grandeur it once boasted so proudly. It has been laid barren by the intrigues of men; corrupted by their power, condemned by their greed. The old code has been all but forgotten in many lands, and in even more hearts. My time is over, and I fear what is to become of me.
In times upon times ago, I was the most fabled man this land contained. My power, dignity, and justice was well known by all, and many came from miles round simply to serve under my sword. It was a good time then. Much of the heartache these peoples carry now had been thought impossible. For Lord Richardson would protect them from fear and doubt. But, alas! Instead of protecting them from fear, he let it consume him.
I have much to regret. Often I pray that God will take pity on me, and bring me finally to rest where fear can do no further harm. Or, if his kindness does shine upon me, bring me back so that I can right the many wrongs that brought this land to ruin, and brought a Lord to his knees.
Oh, bloodthirsty land, how many must you claim before it is enough? Do not let the time of honor and truth pass. Do not let the old code fail. Bring, I pray ye, hope again to these starving peoples. Open the doors so that another may pass, more brave than even I, who surely can bring peace to this land once more.
Amen. E Requiem Dargahst me Liege.
- From the personal journal of Lord Richardson of Falhurst, "A lament to King and Country."
In the Year of Our Lord, 1296, October the First...
"He once said that hope is not far from us, even in the darkest of hours. And I stand firm to that testament. There is hope yet for this land. We saw it on the fields of Bannockburn; our people have heart left, and will yet to fight for the freedom that is rightfully theirs. Contestine has not yet hold over these lands; we have not yet been plunged into darkness. Will you, before your time, abandon your people?"
"You have a stout heart, DeBruce. You were rightfully one of Lord Richardson's most beloved men. But the loss of such a man, in so grave an hour, is hardly trivial. The frontline breaks even before the first blow, our Calvary has no solidity in heart or mind. They lose faith. Without Lord Richardson to guide us, this war is already all but over."
"But it doesn't have to be that way!" Sir William DeBruce shouted, fists slamming into the hard mahogany of the table Lord Elwick was stationed behind. "I spent my entire life dedicated to the service of that man. And if there is one thing I knew about him, one great truth he imparted to me, it is that it is never over. Keep on fighting, for glory and God and country, man! Do you yield so soon? After the first sign of trouble?"
Lord Elwick of Eddenburings raised his hands towards DeBruce pleadingly. "Calm Down, William. I too knew of the stature of Lord Richardson's honor and valiancy. So great a man was a great contribution to these people. And if there was half the glory and dedication and hope in my blood as was in his, then valiantly forward I would call the troops!" He then paused, lowering his eyes away from the burning pools staring back at him, and shook his head. "But I am not blind, man. The fields of Falkirk run red with the blood of our men. It is the end, Will. There is no hope left; we are a beaten people."
Sir William DeBruce stood then, turning away from the solemn Lord seated before him. He ran a heavy hand through loose, long brown hair, as his wide, unseeing eyes closed in horror. "I shall never surrender to that man," he affirmed weakly. "Not while blood still runs in my veins, not while I still draw breath. He would have never surrendered, Edward. You of all people should know that. And I have but one desire, and that is to fight this war to the end and regain peace for these people. As I live, as I stand, I will not let Falhurst fall, or our honor fail!"
So that's all I got. Will work with it more later. Weird, no? Any comments?
bellebohemian for my new icon. Do you see? Do you SEE? The Aeryn and John LOVE? Dear god I need new episodes. Just... yes.[Author's Note: I have no idea where this story is going, I have no idea where this story came from. It just popped into my head and I wrote. So I mean to work on it some more in the future. In the meantime, read its weirdness.
BTW, I used some text from Braveheart and LOTR because, well, I could and I'm most likely not going to print this into a novel, so I can. Ha.]
Untitled
I am frightened of the past. It haunts me in ways I cannot even describe. I am frightened to again become what I once was; enslaved to the fear of my heart. I am frightened to break free of that fear, as I am frightened that it will lay hold upon me again.
The world has changed. It holds none of the grandeur it once boasted so proudly. It has been laid barren by the intrigues of men; corrupted by their power, condemned by their greed. The old code has been all but forgotten in many lands, and in even more hearts. My time is over, and I fear what is to become of me.
In times upon times ago, I was the most fabled man this land contained. My power, dignity, and justice was well known by all, and many came from miles round simply to serve under my sword. It was a good time then. Much of the heartache these peoples carry now had been thought impossible. For Lord Richardson would protect them from fear and doubt. But, alas! Instead of protecting them from fear, he let it consume him.
I have much to regret. Often I pray that God will take pity on me, and bring me finally to rest where fear can do no further harm. Or, if his kindness does shine upon me, bring me back so that I can right the many wrongs that brought this land to ruin, and brought a Lord to his knees.
Oh, bloodthirsty land, how many must you claim before it is enough? Do not let the time of honor and truth pass. Do not let the old code fail. Bring, I pray ye, hope again to these starving peoples. Open the doors so that another may pass, more brave than even I, who surely can bring peace to this land once more.
Amen. E Requiem Dargahst me Liege.
- From the personal journal of Lord Richardson of Falhurst, "A lament to King and Country."
In the Year of Our Lord, 1296, October the First...
"He once said that hope is not far from us, even in the darkest of hours. And I stand firm to that testament. There is hope yet for this land. We saw it on the fields of Bannockburn; our people have heart left, and will yet to fight for the freedom that is rightfully theirs. Contestine has not yet hold over these lands; we have not yet been plunged into darkness. Will you, before your time, abandon your people?"
"You have a stout heart, DeBruce. You were rightfully one of Lord Richardson's most beloved men. But the loss of such a man, in so grave an hour, is hardly trivial. The frontline breaks even before the first blow, our Calvary has no solidity in heart or mind. They lose faith. Without Lord Richardson to guide us, this war is already all but over."
"But it doesn't have to be that way!" Sir William DeBruce shouted, fists slamming into the hard mahogany of the table Lord Elwick was stationed behind. "I spent my entire life dedicated to the service of that man. And if there is one thing I knew about him, one great truth he imparted to me, it is that it is never over. Keep on fighting, for glory and God and country, man! Do you yield so soon? After the first sign of trouble?"
Lord Elwick of Eddenburings raised his hands towards DeBruce pleadingly. "Calm Down, William. I too knew of the stature of Lord Richardson's honor and valiancy. So great a man was a great contribution to these people. And if there was half the glory and dedication and hope in my blood as was in his, then valiantly forward I would call the troops!" He then paused, lowering his eyes away from the burning pools staring back at him, and shook his head. "But I am not blind, man. The fields of Falkirk run red with the blood of our men. It is the end, Will. There is no hope left; we are a beaten people."
Sir William DeBruce stood then, turning away from the solemn Lord seated before him. He ran a heavy hand through loose, long brown hair, as his wide, unseeing eyes closed in horror. "I shall never surrender to that man," he affirmed weakly. "Not while blood still runs in my veins, not while I still draw breath. He would have never surrendered, Edward. You of all people should know that. And I have but one desire, and that is to fight this war to the end and regain peace for these people. As I live, as I stand, I will not let Falhurst fall, or our honor fail!"
So that's all I got. Will work with it more later. Weird, no? Any comments?
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