01-04-2012, 01:00 PM
The Diary of Aendron Darkwhisper
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Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
For Some Music
A song befitting of Aendron.
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A song befitting of Aendron.
For the first time in weeks, my body did not ache this day. My ability to move has improved greatly, though I can tell my muscle has deteriorated further... Perhaps if I work hard enough, I may be able to regain some use of my legs. A fine day this one has been. Perhaps I should elaborate... One may never know if this book will be all there ever will be to prove my existence was not an illusion or some cruel joke made by the Light.
The Task at Hand.
The Silverfang house has had me under contract for some months now. My job had always been to gather intel that they may need. After my week long rest, I returned to their place of residence with my Brother in hopes of bettering my safety. Brother... I know he hates this places as much as I do. It is far too loud...
But this day is oddly loud. The horrid sound of yelling and the floorboards breaking just above my head. Whoever has angered the young Leron Silverfang must be under some protection of his cousin. The Lord Silverfang must love torturing his family so. At last, there is a break in the fighting. It seemed to have been quite the outburst. Hm. Good thing brother was not here for such noises. He does not need his nerves frayed further. This silence may be my only chance to rest.
I woke from my nap as I normally do. Coughing. Brother was standing by my side as the noise upstairs became another uproar of sorts. He wants to go back home. I know this... But for now, he shall enjoy his milk. it is the least I can do for him. Amongst the noise of the house, Leron had approached me, requesting to speak with me in private. I must keep watch with my Brother... He shall come with me.
Leron Silverfang. He is but a young fire. Not my Brother's fire... No. A different type of fire all together. He spat words of venom strong enough to kill the one that had angered him. His reason for speaking with me alone was to put him in contact with an assassin. Seems the source of his anger has pulled the final straw. My Brother chimed in, seemingly willing to assist in this planned murder. The order was simple. Kill the Lile Sunblade and place the blame elsewhere. Brother can take the kill if he pleases. I can aid much more in covering.
The Execution
Brother had finally managed to pull the target from the other speaking with her. The Lord Silverfang should be just fine speaking with that mage. Watching Brother use the Shadow the way he does... It is hard to believe he had ever dabbled with the Light. Even with his skill, the target managed to slip past. But she will not last long. There is nothing better than being the cat batting around a mouse before eating it alive. Such a wonderful game I get to play with my Brother. We managed to get away from the area as the owner of the estate approached. Dalikan Godford. A human on a high horse is all.
By the time the moon was high in the sky, I looked up from Elend who had been sleeping since my return to the Ghostlands to find a letter. I snatched it from the wind carefully, taking extra caution when examining it. Addressed from Leron Silverfang to myself. What more could that fire of a Sin'dorei need from a tired man such as myself? Bah. I read the letter to find he is quite displeased that his cousin had managed to catch himself in the middle of this. The now late Lord Silverfang, by his accusation, died from our inability to end the target then and there. His ignorance of the situation is his own... He demanded I find a way to make absolutely sure that no one ever knows that he was the one that sent us to attack the girl.
The Coverup
Late the next day I was approached by the young Aenin Silverfang. I could not help but grin that the easiest of Sin'dorei to manipulate was the one seeking me out. He, of course, demanded to know who had attacked the girl. Ahh. I know of this man's past all too well. One of his lungs dies within his chest. His future marriage. Those that he holds dear. The encounters he has had with my dearest Brother. I thought over the possibilities of telling him outright that Leron was the man he was looking for. It would prove to be a fun outcome... But no. That will not be the path I shall take.
His fixation with the androgynous Doran Goldquill boy will be his downfall. Aenin has taken from that boy something that was not his to take. He enraged the poor boy's lover. The poor Larenir. He did not deserve that to happen to his dearest. And my Brother had no choice but to put an end to it. Such a shame. Aenin had been barred from ever having contact with the boy by the name of Doran. Such an easly lie for him to buy into. The boy had expressed his anger towards Aenin's engagement before during one of his forbidden encounters.
I told Aenin that the Doran boy approached me in tears, begging that I keep his friend from making a horrible mistake. Ahh, and Aenin sat there and ate it up. He began to demand that I take him to the boy, to wherever he had been in hiding for so long. If only he could see the smile that played on my face underneath that mask. Maybe then the child might have been more aware of my scheme. The next part was simple. Create an excuse to go with Aenin when he meets with Doran so I can place the feminine one under my control. It will be a simple task for his weak mind. He will tell the Aenin child what he wants to hear so my plan will continue.
I took Aenin with me deep into Felwood where Doran had been training for the past few weeks. I faded into the shadows to assume control of Doran as soon as he came into my field of vision. Aenin, being the predictable one he is began to interrogate the boy, regardless of the silent woman that stared daggers into his back the whole time. She may become useful in my plot in the future.
The mind of Doran is as easy to manipulate as sand on the beach. Perhaps the only thing easier to control would be a simple field mouse. I just had him spout out what I needed to keep the lie going. The best way to make him buy into it is to tell Aenin what he wanted to hear from the boy. Such a simple thing to make Doran say. It seems he has gotten used to saying "I love you" to the Larenir, so making him voice such a statement to Aenin seemed all too easy.
His Fate
Just the perfect words. Aenin left not long after telling the boy of his imminent death, thoroughly upsetting the boy with his parting words. I didn't even need to emulate his frustration. The boy is an emotional wreck and didn't even realize what I had made him tell Aenin. The boy's outburst was of his own free will. After Aenin departed, the silent woman charged him. He seemed so willing to take on his inevitable end... Even when Brother finally made his presence to punish the child.
An odd thing about fate. Though i ran through all of the outcomes in my head, I did not expect the child to live the rage of my Brother and the silent woman. The woman stood by and watched my brother's attack. Even as Aenin's dying lung was ripped from his body and removed through his mouth, she stood by and watched in silence. An enigmatic character she is... But I stood and watched my brother, keeping a close eye on his actions. I could feel him using the Shadow to overpower the child's mind. An internal struggle...
When my brother rose from the child, he ordered the defeated one to stand. And so he did. A slave to my Brother without a question. That grin couldn't help but play once again on my face. A valuable piece in this game of chess I have concocted. Brother is far too kind, after all, he did order Aenin to see to it that I do not meet an untimely end. And without a single objection, he follows through with my Brother's orders. The power my Brother has never ceases to amaze me.
Perhaps I am just a bitter man. Cursed to live in a crippled and near useless body. If that is the truth, then so be it. But these idiots who waste their physical abilities like this, taking advantage of what those of us wish so deeply to have... I love nothing more than to watch their lives fall to shambles. The joy it brings to me... Yes. It seems to let me forget my own pain. It makes it... So much more bearable.
Leron Silverfang. His ego keeps him from seeing his mistakes and the true character of people.
Aenin Silverfang. An idiot who plays into whatever it is he wants to hear, even if it is far from the truth.
They brought this pain upon themselves. They made the first move in this game of chess. Now I shall sit back after my move and see what shall await me. Well... Chess makes it seem to be more like they have the slightest chance of winning. No. This is predetermined now. They cannot stray from the path that I lay for them. They're nothing more than dirt to me. Forced to stay below my crippled feet or smudged away with my weakly finger.