Dead, all dead....
...murderer, savage...
Dreothorn woke up with the bumping of his horse, at first he asking himself where he was, then he remembered all...
The last night in Edoras, his parents, all those people. All dead.
The tears started to fall from his eyes to his cheeks, and finally to the ground. It was such a pain to witness his mother's death, the only person that had protected him all those years, the only person he really loved, and now gone, gone forever... he started to feel dizzy and weak, then he fainted again...
When he woke up the horse was gone, it was night-time and he knew not where he was. What he did knew was that he had been traveling without direction for aproximately 5 days according to his odor. He could see a enormous black tower from far ahead "That must be Nan Curunír, I'd rather not get near there." he thought for himself.
Now he was alone, all alone. No weapons no armour, just his fists and the vaguely despair that was forming inside him.That night the recurring nightmares stalked him again, he decided to go forth, since sleeping wouldn't be of help at all.
Could it be? Maybe it would but he was already long gone, and even if he would had been there that little girl wouldn't had survived the rebelion... Aye a girl of unknown name and mother, but it was certainly his sister. Why would his father keep her so secure? Why would he take care of that little baby, meanwhile he didn't with him?... Many questions went through Dreothorn's mind as he rode forth to the Golden Woods, many stories had been spoken of those woods, though he feared not about anything now, death was just a plain change now. Death wasn't a punishment anymore, it was a reward.
So he rode, but strayed from his path and ended up riding to the Gap of Rohan, should he ask. A pitiful mistake or a blessing?...
To be continued...
