Bloodlines
Act I Chapter VI
Every day of the last couple of months were the same to him. Each night he would have trouble sleeping, tossing and turning with sweat coming out of his body. Each morning he would find himself long awake and out of bed, either taking a seat in a wooden chair or pacing around the room as his mind wanders off. Each meal brought to him by a maiden of the house, tasteful yet not able to sooth him.
Alekith would repeat for the beginning of each day, trying to make the days seem different from one another by focusing on one specific thing a day. Some day's he would leave the building and go for a walk, in search of something he cannot put his finger on precisely. Other days he would exercise both body and blade, pick up a book from a shelf, or stare deeply at a detailed map of Gondor in the study.
He has well aware of his current condition, it was one not suitable for life. But until he finds a solution to the problems that circle his life, he cannot rest. It has half a year since he entered this state of life, but it had impacted him just as deeply as the fire.
Saving three siblings that night was all he could do, that is something he doesn't blame himself anymore. But losing one soon after and now losing another? This, to him, was unacceptable.
Still, as each day brought light and burned till darkness, he remained loyal to his contract. The South-East border of Gondor was no safe place to live, and this land owner remains dependent on the two brothers, seeing how the armies and rangers of Gondor are all too busy to worry about one rich man and his estate.
He guards the estate efficiently, as he does not do it for the money. The owner cares to only protect his investments and home, But to Alekith, he defends it for atonement.
Walking through the halls of the place he now calls home, he can only imagine an old place in his mind, one where he see's children running around. This place mimics that memory in many ways, but in most of all, Alekith is reminded of his self proclaimed responsibility of these two homes.
He was the protector. It is his job to make sure nothing ill comes to this place. Where he failed before, standing on the wooden floor of fire, he will succeed here, standing on the foundation of hope. Nothing will stop him from succeeding, he thought to himself, believing he failed his last time in the absence of his brother.
