3. Edward Swann

Edward Swann


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    Character name: Edward Swann

    She called to me. In what ways, I cannot tell. Yet it was something about her, drawing my entire life force to her. The way she moved, the way she spoke. The way she just was. It took all my strength not to go to her during the day, to keep toiling in the fields. In turn, I sang, hoping she would hear my voice from across the village, sure Emmett claimed it was too far, but it was worth a try, every day. Evenings were always a blessing, yet a curse. The time we spent was beyond all dreams, yet too short, over too quickly. I swear it was like a storybook, one of those ones our parents would read to us as children, to make us smile and look forward to the future.

    But there was one thing those storybooks left out. The mage.

    A sinister individual, he, along with his wife, had a grip hold on the town. Sure they kept the village rather peaceful and raid free, they took their own toll on the village. They were their own, and only, police. Beatings, rapes and being robbed were natural things in any small village, just ours it was the same two people over and over.

    One night it happened. The details, I don’t know. I don’t want to know, and now, I never will know. All I know is that my love was left in the grass, scarred into her chest was the word “Defiance”. There was nothing I could do. Emotion gripped me in so many ways, anger, sadness, proud for her standing up to him and most of all, the feeling of revenge. It yearned to me like she did while she still had breath in her, but there was no way I could kill such a person, this mage, everyone had tried, even hired adventurers. He was too powerful.

    It was a sunny day. Thankfully the gods graced me with it, as opposed to a cliché stormy night.

    He came. An armed and helmeted character, he walked up the mage in defiance. Not only that, but he was a defiance to the air around us as well. While silent, yet still singing. It was a dreary song, the harsh words had lives to themselves, adding a chill to the humid air touching our skin. It was over far too quickly, or my eyes were just not working, captured by the sound of his voice. He left the wizard choking on his own blood on the ground, still alive. The helmeted man simply looked at me, and then, was gone, moving through the village, his deep sage cloak soon a flicker in the distance. I knew what I must do.

    I found her in the first floor of the mage’s house. She was simply cleaning. Too late for her now. It was over quickly, whether in my mind or not. Her screams were echoes, showing the pain as I marked the word “Defiance” into her chest with my rusty hunting dagger. I dragged her half lifeless body out the door, then down to where the mage was. Thump, thump, thump, there were a lot of rocks on the way. I set her down next to him, he could not help but watch. And then, I sliced out her throat, what little life she had left.

    It was done. Sweet revenge was mine, and it tasted like my love’s soft lips, no longer cold because of death.

    The helmeted man left behind a book, “The Teachings of Hoar” it simply said on the cover. I understood it far too quickly, and now I know what I must do.


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