02-19-2012, 12:40 PM
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I'll be experimenting with different writing styles and elements in this thread, so at different points in the story I might change point of view, things like that. I'm still learning to write, so forgive me if this is outright terrible. Thanks for reading!
A Life for a Life
On the deck of the Phoenix Dawn, a young Elf stood looking over the water. Thalion was pondering his decisions in life. With he and his siblings voyaging to bring his family's history into light, he was trying to bury his own. He had killed Sanguis, which allowed him to live as an innocent man with his family again. The wind tugged at his cloak, and his expression was one of reflection.
I am no stranger to killing, but that doesn't make me a monster... does it? I have murdered before, killed innocent people, under the belief that the people I killed needed to die. That it was the right thing to do. That I had the right to take these peoples' lives away because they were corrupt, evil. That they had sacrificed their right to live by worsening the lives of others.
Now, I realize that I didn't have that right. Death is a punishment all too severe, one that no man should have the authority to administer.
I don't like fighting. I don't like violence. I don't like murder. I am a coward, who wears a mask when he fights to hide his fear. Taking these traits into consideration, why did I choose to become an assassin all those years ago? Why did I choose to sacrifice my innocence? Why did I think that in killing for money, I was becoming the hero I always wanted to be in my childhood? I don't remember why. I only remember what.
Reigen.
I killed her brother. I threw a dagger and it landed in the back of his head. I carried his body back to the estate and placed it on the ground in front of my father. I cremated him, and gave Reigen his mask, to give her a piece of him to hold on to.
Did Sanguis have to die? If he wasn't killed within a month, I was told, I would be hunted down in his stead. For doing what was right, for trying to destroy that research, my family exiled me and wanted me dead. It was a life for a life, and fate chose me.
But why? Did he really deserve to die... any more than I do?
Thalion huffed a sigh, I will change this family. I will bear the burdens of my siblings, of my friends, so that the name Novalight will be remembered in the folds of history as an example of morality, rather than greed. I protect my family from the shadows, as I always have.
He looked up at the sky, and took a deep breath, "Rest in peace... Sanguis Sunfire." The assassin closed his eyes for a moment, and turned to head below deck. The journey was just about to get underway, and Thalion was needed now more than ever.