| Orig. Dimention: Aryun and the frist incarnation of Erdric Scene: Zenthia Time Line: 14 months before Erdric's death Rate: Basically a PWP, but has some story ^^ after all, it was part of a HUGE story to begin with :P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A Promise Never Kept.... By Cat Markwood Aryun had been a guest in the castle so long that being a gues was no longer paramount to the people of Zenthia. She had saved their Lord from death and they had grown used to her strange presence. She didn't mind at all the whispering that was done behind her back as she walked past someone. It had always been that way, and always would be that way, she thought. She showed power; People feared her. But it was not quite fear that motivated them to "fear" her and speak in whispers around her. It was more admiration of her power, her gracefullness in sparing. There were also tales that were totally blown out of porportion to make her seem evil. Which was the biggest laugh she could ever have. After all, she was the one who levled a town due to her darker side. But she was honestly a loving person and would defend you till her last breath. Aryun shook her head. 'If they only knew how true some of those tails are..' She smiled to herself. She like dto be avoided by everyone... well, all but ONE that is. And that one she was on her way to visit. He had been wounded badly in the last raid of 'Saro's. One of his legs was shattered, and he had a spear thrust through his side. Aryun had done the best that she could do with potions, herbs and what limited white magic she had. She was far better at destorying things, then at healing them. Aryun gave a heart-felt sigh. She really liked the guy. He didn't deserve half the crap that was forced on him, yet he took it all in stride with a smile. Which absolutly amazed her. That someone could be so calm about their fate and their pain.. it was just.. unreal! She reached the doors to the young man's room, and politely knocked. Silence greeted her ears. 'Maybe he's asleep,' she thought to herself. "Well," she responded to her mental question. "There's only one way to find out...." With that, she slowly opened the doors and peeked her head in. The room was quiet and still. Covered in paile greay shadows, his room seemed alive to her. The windows were tightly drawn except one, and that one allowed a cool breeze to waft in and flutter the curtians. Aryun slipped into his room with her bag of herbs and potions, and softly shut the door behind her. "Lord?" she called softly into the still room. "Lord, are you here?" There was just silence that greeted her yet again. She could detect no outward signs of life. Meaning, there was no sound of breating, talking, moaning.. or whatever. Swiftly, she walked twords the bed that was placed aganist the far wall and one of the rooms many windows, and she quickly lit one of the many crystal lamps. She placed the lamp on the table beside his bed. Without much sound, Aryun pulled back the velvet drapes, and secured one of them to the bed post. Now Aryun could hear the soft and shallow breathing of the occupant within the soft silk sheets. The coverlet was a soft blue cotton, embroidered with soft silver threads of patterns and dragons... stars and moons. The young man was pale, more so now then before, and his soft sea-green hair lay damp across his gental looking face. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes cast shadowns across his high, delicate cheekbones. His nose was small and thin, and it fit his frame and face perfectly. Aryun found it amazing that he was so young. He had far too many scars for a man only of 20. She picked up one of his slender hands and examined it. They were a sorcerers hands, delicate and nimble, but that same one, so delicate and small seeming, were powerful and heavily scared. "What battle did you recive those in, my Lord?" She whispered thoughtfully. "You are too young to deserve such pain." Her thumb gently traced a deep scar that went from his wrist, up to the inside of his elbow. It had the look like it was badly treated, and he was lucky to be able to use his arm at all with such a botched job. She sighed and gently touched the horrid wound. "I'm sorry my lord..." Well, it was time to get down to business. She gently laied his hand back down on the covelet, mindful that she would have to move it again. She reached down and pulled forward the bag of items, pulled out a few things, and placed them on the bed beside her. Aryun gently took hold of Erdric's hand and sat it on her lap so that she could reach his wounded right side. Trying not to disturb the sleeping Lord, Aryun swiftly folded the coverlet over to expose the bandage wrapped around his chest and midsection. She grimaced as the once pristine bandage was a bright red color. She gingerly touched the gauze-like material, finding it soaked in blood. "Damnit," she swore softly. "No wonder your pale... You're loosing too much blood..." Aryun gently peeled off some of the bandaging to uncover the wound itself. The wound didn't look that badly, but it kept seeping bright red blood. It was between his ribs, and they had gotten out some shards, but that was it. She stood and washed up her hands before she got a closer look at the wound. When she next sat down, there were a pair of bright sea-green eyes locked onto her. She pulled out a clean white cloth and dipped that in water with clensing herbs. She started to pat it on, and quitely commented, "Glad to see you're awake, but I'd rather have had you wait until I was finished." She turned her bright blue eyes to meet his. "I mean, this will hurt..." "Nothing.. compaired... to what.. has happened before..." His voice was raspy as he hadn't used it in a while. Also, due to the location of the wound, it severly limited his lung capacity. Deep within his eyes, past the pain, was a true kindle of trust. Aryun gave him a worried look, then went on with her work. After gently cleaning his wound, she gave it a gentle healing spell, that would stop the bleeding, and heal over half the wound. Soon she was done and she packed the wound with some ointments made from diffrent herbs and a few molds. Then gently started to bandage the wound back. Through it all, the young lord made no sound. He bit his lip between this teeth to keep from crying out. He wasn't going to cry out, not due to that old fable that men don't cry, but if he did cry out, he'd never be able to stop. It was only by his sheer will that he was awake and functioning. |