3. The Past Of Dermin

The Past Of Dermin


  • A quiet and deeply night, after a bad day; Dermin walks through the Nars and his hands starts to tremble. He glances around looking for a safe place to take a rest and he finds some trees far away the road. He walks towards them and when he arrives he leans against one of them and removes his helmet, puts his shield and his long sword next him and crosses his arms. He closes his eyes and makes a deep sigh and while he was falling asleep memories come back…

    Chapter 1

    “Being a small child”

    A child running along with a dog for the crops, after a little bit the dog decides to jump on him and them both fall down. When the child feels the teeth of the dog, he Strikes the head of this one with a small branch next to him; after feeling so tremendous blow, the dog gets to running leaving the child thrown in the ground and then, tears begin to flow of the eyes of the child. The Call of man is heard:

    • {Chondathan} Dermin, Come over here!

    The child puts himself of foot slowly stopping crying and he runs towards the man with big speed.

    • {Chondathan} C’mon son, help me up with these sacs

    The child answers in a slow tone.

    • {Chondathan} Yes father…

    Both take the sacs and carry them through the crops towards a small house at the end. When they arrive to the house, they put the sacs next to the main door and then, they get in the house.

    A young man and a beauty woman are sitting in front a table with the dinner over this one, Dermin and his Father gets near the table and takes a sit just for start to eat. The woman starts a conversation.

    • {Chondathan} how was the day dear?

    The young man interrupts the conversation speaking in an idly way.

    • {Chondathan} same as ever…

    • {Chondathan} don’t talk when your mother was saying something, child! - Dermin’s Father shouts him.

    • {Chondathan} I’m not a Child anymore! I’m a man that has a job, a real job! So don’t talk me like this! – The young man speaks loud.

    When Dermin’s father was about to stand up and to strike him, the woman decides to interrupt the fight and the men fighting leave the place. One goes up stairs and the other goes out the house.

    The Child, that just was hearing, finally decides to speak.

    • {Chondathan} Mom, Why were they fighting, nobody did something… wrong, they were just… talking, why do they have to fight everyday that we came to get our dinner, why?

    • {Chondathan} I don’t know son, since… your old brother got a job in Athkatla, he has been out all these weeks, he says the job it’s too hard but your father suspects that something is wrong whit him… Time changes but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

    • {Chondathan} But… Why?

    The woman gives a fresh smile to Dermin. – {Chondathan} don’t worry son, everything is going to be fine – Dermin’s Mother says with a peaceful voice.

    • {Chondathan} Think I’m never going to understand…- Dermin sighs and the dinner ends with every body gone and in a very tense way.

    Dermin’s Mother stands up and goes to speak with her Husband and Dermin goes through the stairs to get his bed and try to sleep.

    At the next day, Dermin awakes later like always and he gets ready to go and help his Father in the crops but when he goes down stairs he finds his father waiting for him.

    • {Chondathan} I thought you were in the crops, dad…

    His Fathers smiles and tells him. – {Chondathan} We are traveling to Athkatla, son.

    • {Chondathan} Mom, dad and I?

    • {Chondathan} No just you and I, will be better that we travel now or the night will catch us at the road, come on, let us go.

    Dermin nods and both get to travel. They got out of home and started to walk towards south, in their path they found a caravan that could take them in the City Gates and when they arrived into the city in the evening. An armored man was waiting for them.

    • {Chondathan} you’re are here, Yenward and… your son came too…

    • {Chondathan} forgive me Ianven, I couldn’t leave my son alone

    • {Chondathan} But you do leave your wife Lorian alone? –Iaven speaks in an annoying way.

    • {Chondathan} She insisted, she didn’t believe me, I… -Yenward stops and looks at Dermin, then he whispers to Iaven. Dermin just can watch and cannot do or say anything; he is too tired and confused.

    • {Chondathan} Alright – Iaven says in an idly way looking at Yenward – {Chondathan} Let us head my home.

    The three go to Iaven’s home and when they arrive, Yenward leads to Dermin to a comfortable bed so that he gets to rest; Yenward leave Dermin alone and he goes to talk with Iaven.

    When the night falls over Athkatla, Dermin awakes and he looks for his Father, but as he found that the house was empty and he decides to go out and just take a glance for His father. When he goes out, he spots his father and Iaven and he manages to follow them. Yenward and Iaven lead to the Slums of Athkatla, the place was hostile so Dermin gets to hide when he arrive there.

    Dermin can see that both of them are hidden too and also there is a group of thieves in the corner of the next block. Ah whole time pass and Yenward and Iaven get to head back home but while they was walking, Yenward spots Dermin slept on a corner.

    • {Chondathan} What is my son doing here… its dangerous…

    • {Chondathan} I don’t know he is your son… but you better hurry and take him before they spot us and it get worst…

    • {Chondathan} I hope he better have not noticed about what we saw… – Yenward says it with a sad face.

    Yenward takes Dermin and carries him over his shoulder to head back Iavens home.

    To the next day Dermin awakes over his father’s arms in a carvan but this time arriving to their home, and Dermin notices about the sad face that Yenward has…


  • Chapter 3
    "I take you, you'll speak"

    _- The wounds… the wounds are supoused to heal and make you stronger, stronger than before, are supoused to heal and make you learn, learn more, to learn... perhaps, to be more careful next time; to heal and make to open your eyes more than before, make you see better than before, to clear the clouds that were blocking your sight before the wounds hurts... but the wounds don't hurt to me... the wounds doesn't make me learn, the wounds are not that pain, my wounds... never heal, the wounds are the unforgettable ardors of my stupidity - He pulled out a bolt from his shoulder - It's not such a pain... it's shuch my shame.

    • I always have been an stupid man, not because i cant think so well, it's just that i always make the same mistakes. Guts... do i have guts? i'll never can answer myself, but i know my mind is so weak, my mind have always been so weak so then... guess that if i got some guts... they are also weaks.... perhaps that's why I'm always loney, perhaps that's why i have no... friends... do I have friends?... I am so insane... i have not the guts... to speak of friends... i have not the guts to make them my friends... i always get to forget... - He pulled out an other bolt from his shoulder - must I need to rest..?

    The night was so deeply, the woods were so calm, Dermin have has no move from that rough tree since two days, no creature has spotted him yet or at least... thats what he thinks. The superficial wounds ar half in the way to heal but the wounds inside of him, are the same like always, always ashamed of himself.

    Pants - No memories now...? guess it's because my mind can't think with an empty stomach... but i must to heal... i must to heal and get hurt myself again... i must... to learn - he pulled out the last bolt from his shoulder - Damn... such a good plate... thanks Miss Belade. - then he leaned his head against that tree, the night again was so deep and he tried to rest but only he could sleep._

    In the middle of the crops, down a tree…

    • you… cowardly child, why don't you want to talk! - the man in full plate was about to hit him right in his left cheek but an elf stoped the strike taking the hand of the man.

    • {e} be patience my friend, the child will talk at time, do not force him to do or the more you'll get will be a deeper silence - he slowly put the mans hand down as he spoke.

    the Man gave a annoying snort - Say what you want, this child is a coward, and i hate cowards - His sight was directly to the child - you morron! - The man turned back and started to examine the evidence that they got since that day.

    The elf got near Dermin, facing him, and he laid a hand over his shoulder - You are just a child don't blame yourself, take your time, and when you get ready, then you talk.

    Dermin wasn't looking at him while the elf said that, however, he listened at all.

    The man in full plate got near again holding a rusted dagger as he was comming, the elf spoke

    • You Dreaful paladin - he gave a grin - found something interesting?.

    The man smirked - shut you up, i told ya to call me by my name, i told ya since 33 years ago, and you keep calling me in that way- snort - heh… such an annoying mercenary elf - The elf gave him a warm smille.

    • You, kid, whats this? - the man put the rusted dagger infront of him - why was this dagger there? . Dermin shrugged his shoulders. And the face of the paladin expressed more frustation.

    The elf laid a hand over the man's shoulder shaking his head slowly-Galh, you are wise but not too smart - he smilled - you have no touch - he grined.

    And you do? - the paladin said in an annoying tone.

    That's not correct - the elf chuckled.

    - {e} hmph, so what do you suggest? the Order of the Radiant Heart, put me in care of this kid

    The elf chuckled again - {e} thats a problem, you have no touch with kids, you never have had he smilled.

    - shut you up. - The paladin snort then he pants showing an expresion of sadness - {e} this kid, he is lost and alone, that's going to be such a pain in the ass, you know

    The elf slowly nodded - {e} then take him to your home, perhaps the time comes when he speak

    • {e} yeah… you're right - The man nodded and turning back to Dermin he spoke - I take you, you'll speak- the man gave him a haste grin then he walk away.

    Dermin frowns an eyebrow gazing at the grass. The elf chuckled looking to the paladin walking away taking the stuff they gathered

    • I'll take this to the Order - the man said

    The elf nodded to him and he laid a hand over Dermin's shoulder - you're living with him, he is a good man, perhaps his patience is something fulite but he underestand… - the elf grined and in a lower tone he say - go, i know you can walk, he will take care of you, and speak, when you want.

    the charims of the elf made to stand up Dermin giving him, perhaps, a hope and Dermin didn't last much in follows the paladins tracks.

    • {e} Don't be so rude with him, Galh, he is just a child, im taking this dagger, ill investigate about - the elf shouted

    • yeah, sure - and the man gave a hand wave to him as Dermin and he walked, then he spoke in a lower tone - so long… Erumth

    • _so long… Galh, 'till the next time...

    the three of them got lost in two ways, a mercenary, a paladin and a quiet child..._


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  • Chapter 2
    "Dreaful? please my death…"

    Sounds of branches ranttling and the forest creatures begings to be listened more loudly, Dermin leans against an rough tree in the forest, the full plate becomes heavy with some bolts that lodged in the badges, serious wounds are all around his body, he looks realy beaten and his breath isn't helping him, near the place three corpses can be seen, aparently lizards.

    _He manages to pull out the bolts from his chest and shoulders and removing the torso of the armor he takes some fruits that he gathered not long ago, eatting he find himself after a while, having no bandage no oil and no wine there's not othere choise than resist the pain.

    • How much time has passed? - sipts some blood - five months…? - pauses - yes... five months... - coughs - i wonder i it is all my strenght... this is the third time i get wounded like that... damn Lizards... i don't know what could happen against a bugbear... to die here, alone? - his vocie begings lower - can't... stand the damn... - the back of his head strokes the tree and now he remains unconscious.

    Between his unconsciousness, memories from the past comes to hit him..._

    A quiet and tasty meal is taken in home, just tree people are seat and eating; there is a chair that remains empty and the one who is not at meal, is Grim.

    The meal has a deafing tension, there was no word, no motion around that time, frozen the air was. A raw of peace of peaper was next that old man, the woman was just staring at the meal, both faces, both bodies, they won't get to move, no more, not a single finger, not a single breath to come out.

    The kid, that child was just starting with such an inocent face, what is it? what happened? why, why, WHY? he just could ask to him self, answer… nowhere. Teras, tears from his parents, tears since that man came out delivering a dagger and the raw of peace of peaper, tears that could be seen being frozen in face, but tha child... that small child, sitting infront of those statics parents, sitting infront of that melted meal, sitting infront of that crimson and rotten raw of peace of peaper. What is it? what was it? what does it says? please... answer and look at my face, you... my parents... no... they wont talk... they'll just get sitting near by the side of that raw.

    Futile question the child would make, futile conversation the child would take, he just stood up and got away the crops, leaving behind his parents alrady frozen in the melancolic wind, he just went out of that side.

    Taking a rest in the ground, in that wet ground, down that wet cloudy sky; something was pressing him right in his breast, right in the middle of it, that feeling at that time...

    • {Chondathan} What is this feeling…

    The child said holding his breast with his left hand and while his right hand was hanging around a purple flower in the ground. Not a while before, that feeling took him to a deep rest, the sky was about to say good bye to the sun.

    sound of branches ranttling, sound of night animals screamin, the sound and the carres of a warm wind awoke up him right in the middle of a cold night, a dark and so cold night even when there was a shiny yellow moon in the sky.

    Starting at the moon, starting at the gone clouds, gazing at those shiny stars, what time it was? why a warm wind? why in the middle of this cold night?… questions... more questions started to feed his mind, started to fill all his mind then, he remembered that he wasn't at home, not even near home, so far, so then he stood up looking aroun choosing a way to come back. When he chose not to decline for one, he just ran towards home, ran so fast as he could.

    At the arrive... what was... this smell? why home was so... red? weak lights coming up from there, shadows dancing inside, that smell, that... horrible but... warm smell? the smell of blood...

    • {Chondathan} …Parents!

    He ran towards the main door… opened it was and blood around all the ground, around all that wood door, around that wood floor now... around his hands.

    As he got inside the place... the blood was leading to the livingroom, the blood and the sound of bodies being stabed.

    Facing... a shadow? no... it was a man... it was his friend... it was... Grim his old brother, holding a dagger and a rapier both weapons already blooded, he was... his tunic his hands.. already blooded.

    • {Chondathan} Grim!… Grim! what happened... why, why the blood...?

    The child cutted the words from his mouth when he spotted two bodies leaning back to back, and without any expresion in their face, those bodies, a woman, a man, a man without his face, a woman without her face, blood… blood around the floor, blood around the place where there once were their faces... no hands... bodies without hands, already cutted, bleeding.

    The child won't move... the stood up man, won't look...then a word...

    • {Chondathan} Who…?

    As the word ends… other comes out but not from the child, from the man...

    • {Chondathan} Me…

    Saying that, the man turned to look, turned to stare at the child's face, that face with out any expression, those eyes without a sight but a gaze, those lost eyes and the man, the man was starting at them, the man pointed them with his dagger.

    • {Chondathan} You… next

    The child won't move… was this man his brother... yes this man was his brother... yes that man said 'next'... yes that man cutted his parents, cutted his own parentes but why? no clue from the child, no clue could arrive to him, just the sight of a dreadful face, dreadful eyes that that child couldn't stand.

    The child won't move... the dagger stabbing the childs shoulder, knocking him down then the rapier comming from above towards the child's neck.

    The child won't move... a bolt got a neck... wich neck? where did it came from? the rapier stoped the attempt to cut down the child's neck, the rapier fell down, the dagger, stabbed on the child's shoulder, but the child won't move, no, no more, the child was knocked down, and that bolt got his brother's neck, Crim's neck, his face, no expression but a scream, a mute scream. The bolt inside his neck, a magic bolt, an echanted bolt have got Crim's neck, and have got Crim's life.

    The man fell back down, fell like a rotten tree, fell to the floor, and the child, he seemed lost.

    The child won't move... the sounds of metalic steps came out from behind.

    The child won't move... he won't get to move. the feeling of a gauntlet hanging the child's shoulder, the feeling of the pain caused by the pulled out of the dagger, the feeling of the hand that was taking the child's leather shirt.

    The child did move...

    - Come here kid… this is getting odd

    Odd? the man in full plate dragged the child outside the house… home? there is no more.

    _a Tear from each eye came down there in the forest rain as Dermin awoke up.

    • I am… that weak

    -I want to come back... to... home? where is... home...?_


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  • A couple days passed since the trip to Athkatla and Yenward was acting in a weird mode and also his wife Lorian.

    It’s morning and Dermin was playing around the crops, after a while, he could see his old brother walking towards home; he was wearing a dark hood and dark clothes.

    • {Chondathan} Hello there brother Grim! – Dermin shouts and waves him.

    Grim notices about Dermin and then he removes his hood and covers himself with a white robe, he turns and walks towards Dermin.

    • {Chondathan} Why were you wearing that hood and those clothes? – Dermin asks him in a thoughtful way.

    • {Chondathan} err… because… because I went to a funeral… yes that’s it, a funeral, so I dressed with black to show some respect but, don’t tell our parents… I don’t want, they to know.

    Dermin shrugs his shoulders and he resumed what he was doing. Hes brother walked towards home and when he got inside a loud discussion could here until Dermin was…

    _-Back to the Nars…

    Dermin awoke over the snow, he sat over and leaned against a tree. He scratched his head and sighed.

    -{Chondathan} just memories…_