On Wings of Wind...
By Blieu Muun & Fanatica
Chapter
One"A Love Lost"
If there were words that could describe Pesmerga at that moment while resting in the Wynd Catchers dark, wooden hull, they were angry and frustrated. He was angry because after ten days of constant searching, Luc, the army wind mage, was no where to be found. This in itself was frustrating, because the boy shouldn't have been able to put off trained soldiers and his own mistress, Leknaat. However, he was also frustrated because despite the missing boy, Shu had ordered them to go to Ankya'myrrh, a tiny country north of Harmonia and under Harmonia's control, to forge an Alliance with the peoples there. According to Shu, the Prince ruling over the country was a rogue and would most likely join their cause to spite Harmonia. They had yet to learn more about this Prince.
Pesmerga let his attention wander to the small boy who was now serving hot tea to the many seamen huddled around the magic fires. Though the boy was small, he could be no younger than sixteen. The boy was dressed in a silken white tunic that seemed to be Harmonian cut and wore a silver circlet over his golden hair. Carefully, he handed Pesmerga a cup of steaming tea. Their eyes locked for a moment, and the boy tore his gaze away, blushing.
"Lukku!" shouted the captain of the Wynd Catcher, Liarai. The boy stood up quickly.
"Coming," he said and raced off towards the blond haired woman. Pesmerga would have sighed, if not for the rest of the Alliance army soldiers crowded around him. The boy reminded him so much of... Shaking his head, Pesmerga tried to erase the dreadful memory from his mind.
"What's wrong? Don't -- don't you... is there someone else?" Luc asked softly, eyes brimming with tears.
"No, there is no one else. It's just that Shu --"
"Shu! So there *is* someone else! Pesmerga how *could* you? I-I thought I could trust you... but I guess I was wrong," Luc turned to leave, but Pesmerga grabbed his wrist, wringing a yelp from the wind mage.
"Luc, listen to me,"
"No! Let go of me! Let go!" the mage shouted, tugging at his arm.
"Luc listen to me! I agree with Shu, you've been neglecting your duties to the army. Business before pleasure." By now, Luc had freed his wrist and was clinging to the wall for support.
"Pleasure?! That's all I am to you?! Pesmerga, Dark Knight, may you forever rot in hell!" Luc spat, and summoned his magic to take him away, far away...
He wasn't sure how everything had gotten mixed up, but it had hurt to look at Luc those last few minutes. Luc may have been spitting harsh words, but distress and pain had been written across the beautiful boyish features. It was a side that few saw, only Pesmerga, Leknaat and Lord McDohl had ever seen it, and perhaps Luc's family, whomever and wherever they were. Pesmerga shook his head again and leant back against a pole, watching the fire until he fell asleep.