[RPG] [EC]The Eyes of a Child

[Chuong Huynh]

An epic battle, the clash of wood on wood, the laughter of comrades,
children, he felt as if he were there again. Then the battle gave way to the
voice of his mother, Nnoaj, and she stood there calling to him with her
winding orange-red hair and radiant smile, just as he remembered it.
"Elenhir, its getting late, time to go home". He gathered his wooden sword
and shield then waved to his comrades knowing another epic battle would be
waiting tomorrow.

He ran towards his mother full of tales of his days adventures, but she grew
ever more distant and her radiant expression faded into melancholy. He heard
noises of battle behind him but it was no longer coming from his childhood
friends. He turned to see his father, Elenaraloki, General and Hero of
Eleador upon the battlements of Ashforth. Blood streamed from his armour,
from the volley upon volleys of arrows that rained down. Soon after the
battlements were overrun with Perdanite and Oligarch troops. Elenaraloki
slew many but he wasnt known for his swordmanship, soon he was overcame. The
Eleador capital fell and the city burned. Elenhir stood in utter disbelief,
the man he once though invincible lay in a pile of bloodied bodies.

The ruins of the city became leaves in a bondfire and he watched the embers
dance in the autumn breeze. From beyond the hill, he recognized the banner
of the approaching unit, the Lancers, his father had come home. His ever
joyous mother came through the doors to greet her husband, but instead was
handed his belongings. "Where is daddy?" he asked her, but she didnt reply.
Nnoaj kneeled down and held her son tight, so hard that Elenhir had
difficulty breathing. But he didnt dare move since this was the first time
he had seen his mother cry.

The weight on his shoulders grew and his now steel sword weighed in his
hand. He turned to see his mother in that doorway, that was the last time he
had ever seen her. She had never been the same since she was widowed at the
age of twenty two. He turned away from her for the last time, when he
returned from the military academy the house was no longer occupied.

Rank upon ranks of Old Rancaguan troops and amoungst them stood Elenhir, and
with him his father Elenaraloki, courageous, noble and mother Nnaoj, caring,
amiable. Elenhir awoke in his tent in Woolton from the maggots, the images
still fresh in his mid, where were those virtues now?
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