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Broken_Winged_Angel
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0 posted 2005-01-20 04:29 AM


Tis A Long Tale, Of Light And Darkness...Such is my story....

A weary form sits, and pulls up a chair, at one of the many tables in the Tavern.  Her face is hidden by a hooded cloak, stained with mud and what appears to be blood.  Waving at the barkeep for a glass of elven wyne, she settles back into a worn wooden chair, her back against the wall.  Wrapping one hand around the glass, the other drums listlessly on the table top.  Eyeing the other patrons, she clears her throat, speaking in a rough voice, that sounds as though it hasn't been used in years.

Aye, if it's a story yer after, I've a tale to tell also.  

She takes a sip of her wyne, lost in thought for a moment, then focus's again on the other patrons.

Twas long ago, when first I stumbled to the earth.  I had been watching from above, and was horrified at the sights I was seeing.  Battles raged everywhere.  Innocents were dying by the score.  There was no end in sight.  In shock, I begged to be sent down, to do good and try and bring some peace to the world.  I was told, once I left the heavens, I'd never be able to return again.  Desperate in my need to try and help, I hastily agreed, with tears streaming down my face.  For what would I stand for, if I did not try to help at all?

She pauses...searching her memory, and takes another sip of the wyne to wet her throat.

I was told, that I had to do nothing, but drop from the heavens, to complete my transformation to an earthly being.  How long I stood at the clouds edge, thinking, I'll never know.  It seemed time was suspended for an eternity.  I was full of questions, but had no clue how to phrase them.  When I saw an orc party ransacking a village, I leaned forward, as if to try and stop them from up above.  I was reaching, trying to push them back... when I reached to far, and began my fall.

I don't remember much of it, just the wind rushing past my face.  Everything turned dark then.  When I awoke again, it was as a wee babe, in the forests by Avalon.  It was much later in life, I remembered what had happened before.

Draining her glass, she motions for another one.  With a sigh, she brushes the hood from her face, reveiling a pale complexion, dark emerald eyes, honey streaked hair, and the smallest hint of elven ears.  There's battle scars on her face, showing that her life hasn't been easy.  A hint of sadness passes over her features, before the new goblet arrives.  Another sip, and she starts again.

Twas a simple farmer that found me, laying there.  His wife and him had been praying for a child for years.  The fates hadn't seen fit to bless them with their own.  He stumbled upon me while out hunting for their dinner.  After searching for my rightful parents, he took me home.  Both him and his wife took me in as their own.  Calling me Angel, as it seemed I'd fallen from no where to make their dreams come true.   The years passed, and we led a simple life.  It became apparant that I was of mixed blood, when my folks were aging, and I wasn't.

One day, my father pulled me aside.  He told me, as we watched the sun set on our little farm, that he knew in his heart I wasn't meant to stay with them.  He gave me a week to pack my things, and go out into the world.  He told me to fly, and find my destiny.   As I listened, he talked about the simple pleasures of life, and the little area we called home.  He spoke of towns and giant cities he'd read about.  And said that somewhere out there, his winged Angel needed to find the greatness that was awaiting me.  Then he turned and left me with my thoughts.

A few days later, my mother started to become ill.  She was convinced that there was a herb growing in the forest, near a fairy ring, that would help to heal her.  As she was a well known healer in our area, I didn't doubt her in the least.  I hurried to get ready to go into the woods to search for this herb.   My father came to me, and said if there was anything I  needed to say to them, I needed to do so before I left.   At the time, I laughed.  I knew I'd only be gone a day at the most, and my words could wait until I returned.  My da told me he loved me, and to remember how to fly.  Shaking my head at his words, I said we had plenty of time to discuss that.  Then I mounted my horse, and took off at a gallop, determined to bring back the healing herbs before the sun set again.  Looking back only once, I saw my father standing there with heavy shoulders and such a look of sadness on his face.  It was the last time I saw my family alive.

Pausing again, she sips the wyne and seems to become lost in her own thoughts for awhile.  With a little shake of her head, she takes another drink and continues.

Later that day, I found the herbs, in the area my mother had described to me.  Stopping long enough to eat my bread and cheese and to water my horse, I mounted up again.  The way back I stayed at an easy walk.  There was still plenty of time before the sun set.  Nearer to our farm, I started to smell the acrid scent of fires burning.  Slowing to a halt, I tried figuring out why our community would be burning things in the spring.  It was then, I heard the wails.   Kicking my horse into a gallop, I raced into the scattered farm houses.   All were burned to the ground.   Hardly daring to stop and look for survivors, I kept my horse running towards our farm.  Up and over the hill, my horses mouth foaming, and me gasping for breath.. I saw what my da didn't want me to know about.  I saw the reason he looked so sad as I rode away.   Our farmhouse and barn were nothing but blackened timbers.  My ma's body was scattered around the front yard.  My da's head hung on a pike.  

Both of my parents had the sight, or the ability to forsee the future.  This was why they sent me away on that fateful day.  Wheeling my horse around, I raced back to the remains of the small town.  One old woman remained.  She was bowed in the streets over a little childs body.  Tears streaked her face, when she looked up at me.  I slid from my horse, and grabbed her shoulders.  Shaking her, I demanded to know what happened.  

She replied that a band of orc warriors came through the town, killing everything that moved, and burning the buildings on the way.  Crying, she told me how they didn't stop to pillage anything, and how they acted.  Most orc's wouldn't try to fight a small town, for fear of the citizens rallying together and destroying them.  These, she said, weren't like most orc's.  Their eyes burned with a red blood lust, and they were stronger by far, then any she'd heard about.  Our humble village didn't stand a chance.  Collecting herself, she told me that she knew my father wanted me to go on in life.  

"Winged Angel no more," she declared.  "You've been broken now."

I'm guessing she saw my despair on my face as clear as day.  She gave me instructions on how to get to an elven encampment.   She said that there, I could train in the ways of fighting, and I'd find sanctuary until I was prepared.  Prepared for what, she'd not say.

"From here on out, you'll be known.  They'll be looking for ye, small one.  Twas you they wanted to begin with.  Don't let them find ye.  Broken Winged Angel, ye will be known as, in many lands.  Run now, and don't look back."

With those final words, she shoved me away.  I did mount my horse, and start to run...but I had to look back.  When I did, the old woman I was talking to, was nothing but a corspe.  Her body lay mangled like the child I found her over.

It was then, I knew.  My da was right.  My destiny would be great.   For if a dead woman was speaking to me, even if it was in riddles at the time,  there must be a reason I was here.  There must be a reason I was born.

With that thought, I kicked my horse into a gallop and started running towards my future.

Finishing her glass, she push's it aside, and closes her eyes.  It's obivious she's done speaking for the moment.


Your time is here.  Take one last look at it, then never come back.  This part of your life is already over...

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miscellanea
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1 posted 2005-01-20 12:34 PM


Enjoyed the fast pace of this!   You've got me wondering what will happen next...

               miscellanea

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