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09-12-2009, 02:57 PM
OOC: Thanks Anubis. Hadn't got any inspiration for writing before. It wasn't what I wanted for Cen, but thinking about it, it enables many new possibilities...
Even the darkest night has an end. And each one is followed by a new day.
Phil was the first one who had been woken up by the first sunbeams, finding himself still sitting in front of the fire which had already burned down. On his right he noticed Cen waking up too.
“Good morning. Are you fine again?”
Cen was yawning.
“Yes, sure.”
Phil was looking at him suspiciously. Replying his view, Cen suddenly began to laugh.
“Now you are the one worrying too much. I'm fine, really. As long as I can fight against the evil, thinking about the horrible future is pointless.”
Finally Philus started smiling, too. Nevertheless there was still some kind of anxiety in his eyes. But he chased it away. Cen had withstood the sorrow he had felt such often many times. Maybe he was worrying too much.
Soon Mailliw and Daymio woke up, too. When the sun detached from the horizon, everyone was ready. Philus and Daymio weren't feeling good with the sun above them, but they had reached the decision that it was saver to wander at daytime.
It became a quiet walk as everyone was lost in his own thoughts. Mailliw was looking back every few minutes. It was hard to accept for him that they had to leave Drahcir and Sonidow alone in that castle.
Philus had soon fallen behind. Now he was watching both Cen and Daymio. They were so similar, with their experiences and their sorrows. And yet the past had made two completely different men out of them. Now Philus feared that both of them would loose their fight against the demons of resignation.
He caught up with Daymio.
“Everything OK with you?”
Daymio just nodded.
For a short period of time both were silently walking next to each other. Then Philus began to speak again.
“See... I can understand your hate against the humans, but can you live with an attitude like that? I mean, after all you are a vampire. Running away from that fact won't help you. What's if you won't be able to turn into a human again?”
“I have to.”
“But if you can't, you must live with it. The humans have threatened you unjustly, but not every human is like that.”
“One human with enough hate to kill me is already enough.”
“So is a life like you have it now what you want? With a fence made out of solitude and hate to keep the rest of the world away?” Philus' voice nearly turned into a scream. Then he suddenly stopped.
“Sorry. But I fear that you maybe never will live a real life if you go on like that. What is saving your life worth then? Think about it, OK?”
With these words Philus fell back a few meters again, leaving Daymio alone with his thoughts.
Mailliw and Cen were walking close to each other, not saying a word. Once again Mailliw looked back to the dark walls of the castle firend slowly merging with the sky.
“I wonder whether we will see Drahcir and Sonidow again. What might happen to them?”
Cen turned to Maillliw.
“Hey, don't worry about that. We will rescue them if they won't be able to do it on their own.”
“And what if not? By now Julian must have arrived at his castle again. Will he find them? Will he kill them? Or are they already dead?”
Cen looked at him with an insightful view.
“You are worrying too much about things you can't change. You don't help them through acting like that. What does it change? Try concentrating on the things that are possible to achieve something.”
Mailliw nodded but still didn't seem totally convinced.
“Think about what Drahcir would do.”
Now Mailliw smiled.
“Thanks.”
“What is saving your life worth then?” The sentence remained in Daymio's mind, like a sign burnt in he could see it when he closed his eyes. Suddenly a picture he hadn't seen for ages came up in his mind. The picture of his mother, smiling at him. Then dark mist began to veil it.
What is it worth then?
Even the darkest night has an end. And each one is followed by a new day.
Phil was the first one who had been woken up by the first sunbeams, finding himself still sitting in front of the fire which had already burned down. On his right he noticed Cen waking up too.
“Good morning. Are you fine again?”
Cen was yawning.
“Yes, sure.”
Phil was looking at him suspiciously. Replying his view, Cen suddenly began to laugh.
“Now you are the one worrying too much. I'm fine, really. As long as I can fight against the evil, thinking about the horrible future is pointless.”
Finally Philus started smiling, too. Nevertheless there was still some kind of anxiety in his eyes. But he chased it away. Cen had withstood the sorrow he had felt such often many times. Maybe he was worrying too much.
Soon Mailliw and Daymio woke up, too. When the sun detached from the horizon, everyone was ready. Philus and Daymio weren't feeling good with the sun above them, but they had reached the decision that it was saver to wander at daytime.
It became a quiet walk as everyone was lost in his own thoughts. Mailliw was looking back every few minutes. It was hard to accept for him that they had to leave Drahcir and Sonidow alone in that castle.
Philus had soon fallen behind. Now he was watching both Cen and Daymio. They were so similar, with their experiences and their sorrows. And yet the past had made two completely different men out of them. Now Philus feared that both of them would loose their fight against the demons of resignation.
He caught up with Daymio.
“Everything OK with you?”
Daymio just nodded.
For a short period of time both were silently walking next to each other. Then Philus began to speak again.
“See... I can understand your hate against the humans, but can you live with an attitude like that? I mean, after all you are a vampire. Running away from that fact won't help you. What's if you won't be able to turn into a human again?”
“I have to.”
“But if you can't, you must live with it. The humans have threatened you unjustly, but not every human is like that.”
“One human with enough hate to kill me is already enough.”
“So is a life like you have it now what you want? With a fence made out of solitude and hate to keep the rest of the world away?” Philus' voice nearly turned into a scream. Then he suddenly stopped.
“Sorry. But I fear that you maybe never will live a real life if you go on like that. What is saving your life worth then? Think about it, OK?”
With these words Philus fell back a few meters again, leaving Daymio alone with his thoughts.
Mailliw and Cen were walking close to each other, not saying a word. Once again Mailliw looked back to the dark walls of the castle firend slowly merging with the sky.
“I wonder whether we will see Drahcir and Sonidow again. What might happen to them?”
Cen turned to Maillliw.
“Hey, don't worry about that. We will rescue them if they won't be able to do it on their own.”
“And what if not? By now Julian must have arrived at his castle again. Will he find them? Will he kill them? Or are they already dead?”
Cen looked at him with an insightful view.
“You are worrying too much about things you can't change. You don't help them through acting like that. What does it change? Try concentrating on the things that are possible to achieve something.”
Mailliw nodded but still didn't seem totally convinced.
“Think about what Drahcir would do.”
Now Mailliw smiled.
“Thanks.”
“What is saving your life worth then?” The sentence remained in Daymio's mind, like a sign burnt in he could see it when he closed his eyes. Suddenly a picture he hadn't seen for ages came up in his mind. The picture of his mother, smiling at him. Then dark mist began to veil it.
What is it worth then?