Post by Samael Wolfwood on Jul 25, 2013 1:50:08 GMT -5
*2 Weeks Ago*
The fishing net hauled in it's catch. The net was heavier than usual, The haul this day was sure to be profitable. The Fisherman opened the net releasing it's catch upon it's deck. Looking on they discovered the oddest fish laying amongst the pile.
"Captain! We've got a floater sir!!" One of the fishermen yelled back.
"Damnit! Toss it back we do not need the drama!" The captain yelled back.
"Sir, He's still breathing!" The Fisherman yelled back.
*1 Week Ago*
Lucas's eye flickered open for the first time, Reaching up with a groan he realized his left eye was gone. Looking down to the covers he also notice that his left leg from the shin down had been replaced with some sort of metal replacement.
"We saved as much of you as we could... You were found in a Fisherman's net. Lucky your leg was lost below the knee... you won't even notice it's gone" A healer spoke walking over to him.
"Where..... Am I ?" Lucas asked still a bit out of it.
"You're in Nujelm, The ship that found you was from here. What is your name?" The healer asked.
Lucas thought on his feet(or foot as it were). If the Camorra were to find out he was in this town he would surely be in deep trouble.
"My name is Avno Conscern, of Trinsic..." Lucas said quickly.
"Well Avno, You've been unconscious for about a week... we were about to give up hope.." The healer spoke.
"A Week!?" Lucas shouted as he attempted to clamber to his feet. The new artificial limb was tough to adapt to. He quickly grabbed a crutch from the wall and began to hobble his way out of the Healers.
"Wait!! Where are you going?!" The Healer shouted.
"Sorry!! Thank you again!! I have somewhere to be!!" Lucas shouted back.
*3 Days Ago*
Lucas wiped the last stream of tears from his face. He sat beside the large tree. As the Tavern keep had mentioned, This was his grave.. But not only his.... But Aingeal's as well. He ran his hand through the recently disturbed earth. It was all gone... He wasn't sad.... he wasn't angry.... he wasn't anything. Lucas rose to his feet slowly.
It burned in his mind, Why had he ever given life to that man. All of his years of kindness and self sacrifice. All it had earned him was a dead lover.... a dead friend.... and two friends emotionally destroyed. All stemming from his act of Mercy. The biggest joke of all being he was still alive. Why did Randall dump his body.... Why hadn't he just finished him and ended his suffering.
"Shelley..... Aingeal.....Cubbins....Kensdrick.... I am so sorry. I could have prevented all of this. My heart will never beat again. From this day on... I will walk alone till I have made up for my Sin. I will not rest in peace... till I redeem myself" Lucas spoke over the grave before turning.
He would say his goodbyes. He would not be so heartless as to remain as a ghost. But the truth still was, Lucas Drachen died that day. Whoever he was now... he still felt like a Dead Man...
The End
The fishing net hauled in it's catch. The net was heavier than usual, The haul this day was sure to be profitable. The Fisherman opened the net releasing it's catch upon it's deck. Looking on they discovered the oddest fish laying amongst the pile.
"Captain! We've got a floater sir!!" One of the fishermen yelled back.
"Damnit! Toss it back we do not need the drama!" The captain yelled back.
"Sir, He's still breathing!" The Fisherman yelled back.
*1 Week Ago*
Lucas's eye flickered open for the first time, Reaching up with a groan he realized his left eye was gone. Looking down to the covers he also notice that his left leg from the shin down had been replaced with some sort of metal replacement.
"We saved as much of you as we could... You were found in a Fisherman's net. Lucky your leg was lost below the knee... you won't even notice it's gone" A healer spoke walking over to him.
"Where..... Am I ?" Lucas asked still a bit out of it.
"You're in Nujelm, The ship that found you was from here. What is your name?" The healer asked.
Lucas thought on his feet(or foot as it were). If the Camorra were to find out he was in this town he would surely be in deep trouble.
"My name is Avno Conscern, of Trinsic..." Lucas said quickly.
"Well Avno, You've been unconscious for about a week... we were about to give up hope.." The healer spoke.
"A Week!?" Lucas shouted as he attempted to clamber to his feet. The new artificial limb was tough to adapt to. He quickly grabbed a crutch from the wall and began to hobble his way out of the Healers.
"Wait!! Where are you going?!" The Healer shouted.
"Sorry!! Thank you again!! I have somewhere to be!!" Lucas shouted back.
*3 Days Ago*
Lucas wiped the last stream of tears from his face. He sat beside the large tree. As the Tavern keep had mentioned, This was his grave.. But not only his.... But Aingeal's as well. He ran his hand through the recently disturbed earth. It was all gone... He wasn't sad.... he wasn't angry.... he wasn't anything. Lucas rose to his feet slowly.
It burned in his mind, Why had he ever given life to that man. All of his years of kindness and self sacrifice. All it had earned him was a dead lover.... a dead friend.... and two friends emotionally destroyed. All stemming from his act of Mercy. The biggest joke of all being he was still alive. Why did Randall dump his body.... Why hadn't he just finished him and ended his suffering.
"Shelley..... Aingeal.....Cubbins....Kensdrick.... I am so sorry. I could have prevented all of this. My heart will never beat again. From this day on... I will walk alone till I have made up for my Sin. I will not rest in peace... till I redeem myself" Lucas spoke over the grave before turning.
He would say his goodbyes. He would not be so heartless as to remain as a ghost. But the truth still was, Lucas Drachen died that day. Whoever he was now... he still felt like a Dead Man...
The End