Post by Guard Daos on Oct 4, 2004 17:01:43 GMT 2
"Artea, you and I feel the same. We both know that danger is nearing. We must warn our people."
It was a beautiful day in the village of Elfrea. Young elf-children were playing outside while their parents were sitting at a table and talking to each other. All was peaceful. In fact, the only people inside were two elves. One of them was none other than Artea, the old elf that had fought bravely in the Battle of Doom Island but lost his sight. The other was a young elf, who was talking to Artea. His name was Ieros. On such a fine day, it seemed strange, but the two were discussing grave matters. Matters that the others had nearly forgotten, but concerned them all. "You are right. Something must be done," Artea answered." He sighed. "But all those young ones... they are so free with their little games. Must we disturb there fine peace?"
"If we don't, we'll all regret it later. If we keep their peace now, they will never get any later," Ieros answered, a determined expression on his face. "Of course," said Artea, "but we don't know when this blow will fall. If we tell them, they may spend there days in fear and despair, waiting. If they have to wait so long, they might forget the joy of life and spend their last days waiting for destruction."
"Well, you may have a point there, but if Erim regenerates, it will probably be too late."
"Yes, my friend. That is the problem. We do not know when she will return."
"But we know she will return one day."
"I cannot deny that. But all the same..."
"Artea, you tell me what is best to do. You have dealt with the Sinistrals before. By your leave, I am prepared to go and do the same. Tell me... What does your heart say?"
Artea sat a long time in silence, thinking. Eventually, he said: "This is what I think. You must go to seek that what may save all."
"You mean the Dual Blade?" Ieros asked.
"No," said Artea. "No, not the Dual Blade. We know none that can wield it. But you... you must seek that one. You must find out whether Maxim's blood runs through another. But this quest may prove difficult."
Ieros said: "Artea, no matter what peril may lie before me, I am prepared to face it. For the sake of our people."
Artea sighed. "How my heart desires to help, to see the world again, to travel with friends, to fight for my people. But I cannot do anything..." A few tears came out of his eyes.
"Artea..." Ieros whispered, with pity.
Suddenly, a soft voice from behind said,
"Do not take it so hard, Artea."
Artea looked up. A girl with long, blonde hair entered the room. Her eyes, too, were filled with pity.
"Milka..." Artea said.
Ieros spoke: "Artea, you are helping me now! Good counsel is very important on such a journey. I can think of none but you who can give good advise."
Milka said: Ieros, I have prepared your bow. But please do not leave yet. Stay for a couple of days."
But Ieros spoke: "Thank you, Milka. But this cannot wait. I will stay for one more night here."
Milka saw Ieros' determined face and saw that she would not be able to persuade him. "Very well, so it will be," she said, and left.
Artea gave Ieros advise: "I counsel you to go to Parcelyte first and inform about Maxim there. If nobody knows anything about his whereabouts, try his friend's cities."
"Very well," said Ieros.
It was a beautiful day in the village of Elfrea. Young elf-children were playing outside while their parents were sitting at a table and talking to each other. All was peaceful. In fact, the only people inside were two elves. One of them was none other than Artea, the old elf that had fought bravely in the Battle of Doom Island but lost his sight. The other was a young elf, who was talking to Artea. His name was Ieros. On such a fine day, it seemed strange, but the two were discussing grave matters. Matters that the others had nearly forgotten, but concerned them all. "You are right. Something must be done," Artea answered." He sighed. "But all those young ones... they are so free with their little games. Must we disturb there fine peace?"
"If we don't, we'll all regret it later. If we keep their peace now, they will never get any later," Ieros answered, a determined expression on his face. "Of course," said Artea, "but we don't know when this blow will fall. If we tell them, they may spend there days in fear and despair, waiting. If they have to wait so long, they might forget the joy of life and spend their last days waiting for destruction."
"Well, you may have a point there, but if Erim regenerates, it will probably be too late."
"Yes, my friend. That is the problem. We do not know when she will return."
"But we know she will return one day."
"I cannot deny that. But all the same..."
"Artea, you tell me what is best to do. You have dealt with the Sinistrals before. By your leave, I am prepared to go and do the same. Tell me... What does your heart say?"
Artea sat a long time in silence, thinking. Eventually, he said: "This is what I think. You must go to seek that what may save all."
"You mean the Dual Blade?" Ieros asked.
"No," said Artea. "No, not the Dual Blade. We know none that can wield it. But you... you must seek that one. You must find out whether Maxim's blood runs through another. But this quest may prove difficult."
Ieros said: "Artea, no matter what peril may lie before me, I am prepared to face it. For the sake of our people."
Artea sighed. "How my heart desires to help, to see the world again, to travel with friends, to fight for my people. But I cannot do anything..." A few tears came out of his eyes.
"Artea..." Ieros whispered, with pity.
Suddenly, a soft voice from behind said,
"Do not take it so hard, Artea."
Artea looked up. A girl with long, blonde hair entered the room. Her eyes, too, were filled with pity.
"Milka..." Artea said.
Ieros spoke: "Artea, you are helping me now! Good counsel is very important on such a journey. I can think of none but you who can give good advise."
Milka said: Ieros, I have prepared your bow. But please do not leave yet. Stay for a couple of days."
But Ieros spoke: "Thank you, Milka. But this cannot wait. I will stay for one more night here."
Milka saw Ieros' determined face and saw that she would not be able to persuade him. "Very well, so it will be," she said, and left.
Artea gave Ieros advise: "I counsel you to go to Parcelyte first and inform about Maxim there. If nobody knows anything about his whereabouts, try his friend's cities."
"Very well," said Ieros.