Father

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory

It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

How cold the crimson was upon my skin.

How loud the crying that came from my mouth.

How bright the colours that came into my eyes.

How warm the blanket wrapped around my body.

How gentle the sway of her loving cradle.

How soothing the sound of her heart's soft beat.

How beautiful the sound of her calm voice.

Sefa opened her eyes and allowed a crooked grin to cover her face as the single most important thought in her life so far popped into her head - "I'm ten today!" The realisation made her buzz with excitement, although she casually pressed herself deeper into her feather mattress, absorbing the warmth and comfort as the chill November air played around the cold room.

Coming through the wooden door to his fathers house he heard his father playing a ballad about Smaug the Golden capturing The Lonely Mounatains. One of his favourites. Moinar entered into the main room and found his father playing the tune with his Lute that his fathers, father gave him when he first told his grandfather that he wanted to follow in his footsteps as a Minstrel. Taking out his own flute he joined his father by the hearth and continued the ballad.

Chapter one, Becoming.

It was a fierce and cold winter. I can still hear the snow cracking underneath my feets as we walked in the wilderness. In front of me, was a large man, covered in a brown thick cloak wich was needed to protect him against the chill winds. Too bad for me, I did not had such warm cloak, I only had some thin clothing I made myself before we left home. And I say 'we left home' Because the man in front of me, is known as my father. The man I now still hate till the bottom of my heart.