ISC - Coren's Calling

Coren's Calling

Prelude: For those of you who don't know about the two characters in this story, please read about Coren and Garland, but the quick version of this is a Pristess of Isis (Coren) is in love with a Paladin of Church of Light (Sir Garland). It's written 1st person from Coren's mind. Hope you Enjoy...

The sun was setting outside, pinkish red hues radiated off of a few clouds in this otherwise clear night. I'd been studying all day ... the Book closed in front of me, dust rising gently from the age old pages. Enough of this for today.

The door opened quietly to admit a slight breeze and I stepped out into evening. The trees rustled ever so slightly and the running waters of a small brook set a tone of peacefulness to the moment, one to be immersed and enveloped in, it was perfect out.

I've always believed the Ma'at had the answers to everything, but I fear I begin to falter in my belief. The Book tells of the miracles Isis performed throughout darkest hours of land, the knowledge of Thoth bestowed upon the common person, even the treachery that Set wrought on the world in the age of the dark worshippers, but why would it not tell me what I wanted to hear. Why would the words not appear on the page... the book held many answers, but it had not answered the greatest and most confusing question of all ... answer known by seemingly everybody else ... but me.

"Garland" a voice whispered, a voice I seem to hear all to much in my head. He seems to find a way into my every thought, always there... in the back of my mind ... always there, in the full of my heart. What is this strange feeling? My judgement is clouded, I cannot seem to keep my mind from drifting, keep my mind drifting from his smile, a smile that seems to make my whole day seem ... a little bit better .... makes it a little bit easier to endure the hardships brought on by the traveling life and the faltering beliefs of those with whom I share my profession... my god.

"Garland" the voice whipered through the air again. The brooks waters ran clean ... smoothly .... relaxingly, and it felt so fresh and rejuvenating to dip my toes in the cool water and lay back on the ankle high grass ... just looking into the sky. I wonder what I should do... men are the confusing sort and I've had little experience with this game ... called love? My childhood taught me much, growing up around so many boys older then me. Everytime a pretty farm girl passed by they'd whistle or hoot and holler and make foul remarks to her. Some of the most popular among the boys seemed to flaunt their body in disrespectable ways. They seemed pigs to me, those girls... so why did I envy them? Why doesn't Garland look at me like that, am I not pretty enough?.... Does he think of me as just someone he supposed to protect? ... am I holding him back from what he really wants? ... Does he like just being friends, what kind of friendship do we even have? .... Men are confusing....

"Garland" the voice sounded again. Should I ask him .... about us? What if he says no, what if he doesn't even want to remain friends anymore, would this ruin our friendship by me asking him?....

The night sky was filled with stars already ... the darkness surrounded. How long had I sat here thinking about this... too long I suppose. That man, I doubt he's even given me a second thought, men have it too easy, they just have to sit there and do nothing.... oblivious to the world of emotions around them. Should I ask Garland, I've let this go on too long now, these feeling have festered in me and I have to know it seems. Would he say yes to me? Or would he say no, even if he did say he didn't love me I could move on with my.. life. I will ask him.. next time I see him...

"Garland!" the voice shouted out this time. Enough of this. I sat up and took a drink from the brook, the water quenching my dry throat.

Suddenly, a noise came from behind me, and I turned around to see what it was. It was him. His intense eyes, and his sword was drawn.. why would?.... Just then I realized that the voice I had been hearing all this time was... my own...

"What's wrong Coren?" he asked quickly. A thousand fragmented sentences and words flashed through my mind...

"Nothing.............. nothing at all"

This work was written by Rehlman