As she walked, her mind wandered from the oppression of the weather to something more… expressive. Might her thoughts been audible, Astred may have been embarrassed. Lucky for her, the mind was as silent as the grave.
What plagued her mind now was a story of Chieftains and Tribes. A story that had been her older brother Aki’s favorite because it had taught him to be brave and strong all while being humble. Astred had thought that Thorstein, the hero of the tale, had been a pushover and a coward. Apparently that wasn’t the meaning of the story, as her mother had scolded her for such harsh opinions of faith.
Thorstein was a son of the Chief, a beloved ruler with a kind and benevolent heart. When his parents passed to the land of Valhalla, they made him promise to not only be reign with kindness but justice as well. No sooner were the burial ceremonies concluded and he was marked Chief, than all his good resolves to be firm and discriminating were scattered to the winds. So quickly indeed did all he had inherited vanish, that before many months had passed he had nothing left but the tribe itself. Realizing he had no authority nor power, Thorstein decided to part with his throne. But when he had once left his tribe, his so-called friends, who had been so numerous before, now speedily began to drop off, and as what Thorstein had to offer depleted, so did his companions grow fewer in number.
Then, when it was too late, Thorstein began to realize the sad plight he had brought himself to, and determined to abandon the land, and leave his false friends behind him. For a long time Thorstein wandered on over desolate moors and through dark sombre forests, not knowing or caring where he went or what became of him. He had no friends, not a single creature to care for or who loved him, so he allowed himself to roam.
Eventually, Thorstein crumbled to dust. He died alone, he died without the comfort of friends or family, and he died without justice.
The story had been meant to teach humble nature but also strength. Astred had never been anything but strong, but perhaps she lacked what Thorstein had. Kindness. Generosity. Too much of it, however, would lead to a downfall like the beggar Chief’s. Which in turn was why the Guardian was so weary of benevolence. Because she knew what it could do to someone.
No sooner had she started to come back to reality when Relic’s voice broke through her thoughts.
Teach me to fight.
Her head lifted towards the timber male, eyes scanning his face for any sign of what he was thinking. The statement—er, request—had been too sudden as to know why it had been presented in the first place.
She asked instead, flicking an ear as if allowing the Lumen to elaborate.
Apr 06, 2018 08:24 PM — Post #2
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