One, maybe two, weeks have passed since that day, when Fiontann talked with Nellye for the last time concerning what was the deal between them as he stated it. Now the hard feelings have left him, he was relaxed again and when he was looking back he was only remembering the good things...
Like when he first saw her and slowly got close to her. Longing for each meet, stealing time here and there, from sleep, from rest, from anything he could. At first it was easier but slowly it became difficult, each time they met someone was entering the Pony, asking for Fion, for any matter and he had to rush, to be done as fast as possible. But these things made the longing stronger and each time they met was better than the previous.
They started leaving Bree and spent their time in the outskirts, away from business, there Fion learned her troubled past and how difficult it was for her. About how she got her scar... And then he touched it... To him it didn't spoil her beauty, on the contrary, it made her beauty even pure, because to him she was the purest being he ever saw. Her light brown eyes making his heart pound and her smile could make him feel he could do anything!
Each meeting was something exciting for him, as if he was going to see her for the very first time, as if he was going to take part in a big war, his heart was beating like mad in his chest, his hands were trembling and his mind was stuck... He couldn't utter a single word, he could just watch her with bated breath. And the months passed like that, until the problems came, at first he thought that it was work, keeping his time, but slowly he saw it was something else. Something that will pay for the poison when the time comes...
Slowly their meets became less and less frequent until they stopped, he demanded a meeting, got close to fighting several times with one or two bastards but nothing could keep him down. Not even that dog of a man who wanted to keep him away from her, sticking his nose in others' affairs, he spent more time with her than his own wife just to keep her away from Fion...
So they began meeting again, more eager than last weeks. Until the meetings slowly stopped that spark left, his eyes became dark and he was always angry with everything because he was kept in the dark until... He demanded to see her and demanded all the truth, he made her see that he wouldn't compromise with anything less than the truth. And there she was, truthfully answering his questions. What he heard didn't surprise him, he knew all along, the evidence were there... Angered, saddened he talked with her until the man he was so far died in him.
Now a new man emerged, A cold man, without morals or emotions, seeing that having feelings for a woman was vain, since both he ever loved left him it was time for a change. No more overthinking, no more he would let himself fall in the trap of love. Love is the state of mind when someone sees another person the way he wants to see it. Erasing everything else, no matter the evidence or that persons doings. Therefore, love is the synonym of stupidity. That was his opinion about love and oh! He became happy again! He would laugh and compliment women, enjoy his ale and weed easier and most of all he would stride in battle fierce again! Without seeking death.
He moved to a new house to keep the memories away and make new ones, contracts came, offering battles, his smile returned, along with the spark in his dark eyes. He turned the page and here he is! Stronger than ever! Eager to live, help his friends and company and have as much fun as he can get!
