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Author Topic: A Light in the Darkness  (Read 325 times)

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Offline Anias Mathisen

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A Light in the Darkness
« on: Jan 09, 18, 01:16:28 AM »
Keeping misery a secret was a terrible thing. It could weigh an individual down physically while tearing them apart mentally. All the while, life must go on as if there were no issues at all. However, when the depression has all but eaten someone down to the core, all you need to do is take one look into their eyes to find a type of despair that can’t be hidden. Anias had not yet reached that level of hopelessness, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his mind clear and on task. It was only a matter of time before his breaking point had been reached.

The disappearance of Venla Anderson had been an almost catastrophic blow to the young Midnight Keeper. It was a sudden, unexpected thing that could be likened to having all the air pushed out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath. There were no signs and no warning. The woman was simply gone. After a turbulent young adult life, both Venla and the Underground had become the stabilizing pillars that Anias needed. It wasn’t always as such though. Venla had once been on the wrong side of a tragic event personal to him, and it had taken quite a long time to even begin to trust the Healer. Even more so since she wore Dark Jewels. Only through her continued effort at secretly supporting the Underground, introducing him to it, and being at his side every step of the way, did a usually apathetic man warm up to her. Perhaps even becoming fond of her in ways that he never got the chance to express. It had been months since she was seen and Anias would soon have to come to terms that such a chance might never come to pass. He held out hope though and that could be seen as part of the problem.

Anias had seen his role as an Underground Climber immediately cease. Protocols that Venla had grilled into him dictated that if anything had happened to her, he’d lay low and wait for word to come from other members. They would find him and he was not to initiate contact of any kind. This also included steering clear of certain districts in Virratt, currently his home Province, unless it absolutely couldn’t be helped. It also wasn’t himself that was at risk, but his family as well. He knew he had been doing the right thing in helping Light-Jeweled Glacians escape the social norms of their homeland, but that feeling of selfishness doesn’t fully sink in until the people you love fall into danger because of your decisions and actions.

Throughout a cold winter it was hard for Anias to focus, but he’d certainly have to try. There was always work for a recognized Summit member of the Midnight Keepers, and the wayward Anias rarely turned down jobs that had him travel to the farthest corners of Glacia. Not only did it keep mind and body occupied, but it also kept his bitch Widow of a sister out of his business. Rarely did his family ask questions about the private things in his life, but Aleks was an inquisitive stalker who held the rings to her family’s collars. She was always dangerous and staying one step ahead of her, without Venla’s assistance, was going to test him in ways that weren’t imagined yet.

Currently travelling alone, Anias was well underway to serve out another contract that had come to him. His benefactor was familiar and of the distaff gender, as the majority usually are. He had been on the road for several days, but his journey would take him awhile yet. Unless he was ordered to do so for a more expeditious arrival, he’d forgo riding the Winds for a more traditional trip on horseback. It allowed him to enjoy the scenery and the face of Glacia’s beautiful countenance, while even during winter, could always be taken at value. He travelled lightly armored, armed, and vigilant. Maybe even for a moment or two his troubles were forgotten. It was that much of a quaint day.

With a new path chosen for the trip, he was certainly not accustomed to the route he was on. However, Anias was quick to acknowledge a sudden memory of remembrance of the very spot he stopped his horse at. Overcast, the sun struggled to shine through the clouds and the chill in the air should have been enough of a reminder for him to continue to the next town for a little food and shelter. However, curiosity got the better of him and he moved his horse just a little off the path, through a clearing in the wooded area, and came to stop once more at the edge of a magnificent lake. Feelings of familiarity strengthened when his blue eyes fell on a house resting on the opposite bank. Had he been here before? As a child maybe? It would have had to be. The memory didn’t feel like a strange or angry one, but something that had been lost in time.

Being in no apparent rush, Anias would make the decision to study the area a bit more on foot. Perhaps he’d even visit the home. There were plenty of places in Glacia that he had the pleasure of seeing, and even more that were still unknown to him. It was a exact feeling that made him continue to detour. Something that urged him to make sure that he had or hadn’t been around that particular patch of land in the past, and Anias at present had nothing to lose by taking the time to explore it further.

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Re: A Light in the Darkness
« Reply #1 on: Feb 06, 18, 02:39:22 AM »
The sun was bright in the blue sky, illuminating the blinding white snow that covered everything as far as the eye could see. When Silje had arrived, the weather had been wet and drab, overcast with grey clouds that stole the color from everything. Today was the first day that things had changed and she'd insisted on a tour of her land. Nothing would be able to keep her inside on a day like this, not when it had been so long since she'd been home and away from her birthplace.

She was an in a stellar mood, all smiles and kisses, acting almost childish in her excitement to get out of the house. Glacia had always been magic to her, but she'd never realized it until it was taken away. When was the last time she's felt so free? Not even in Nharkava did she feel the way that she did now. She wanted to saddle her horse and ride to the boundaries of their land, maybe further (if Haakon would permit), get back into the woods and knock the snow from the low hanging branches. She wanted to see the lake and walk on the ice, pull up the dried and frozen cattails from the bank and beat them until they were nothing but fluff floating away in the breeze. It was good to be home.

Haakon had returned late in the night from his own errands, visiting with his own family perhaps. Silje was glad to have him with her. She couldn't have brought Sixten for various important reasons, but she was happy with the way that things had turned out. She expected that Haakon might be away more than he was present, but so far that hadn't turned out to be the case and she was infinitely grateful. He made her feel safe like no one ever had before. She trusted him inherently, understanding that no one had ever done as much for her as he had. She might never understand him, but she didn't think she could ever doubt him again.

Goran, her father, called for the horses to be saddled. He was no longer a servant in his own house, Haakon had ensured that. Goran and Mia, though collared now, were left to run the house after Malena's death. Haakon himself wore those rings. They were Silje's, by right, but the idea of taking them from him was still something she wasn't prepared to consider. Again, she trusted him.

Silje ate her lunch quickly and only under duress. Had she had her way she would have skipped it entirely so that she would have more time to spend outside. Mia stayed back, but Goran and Haakon accompanied her when she set out. She did race to the boundaries of the property, testing her riding skills and bond with her favorite painted Friesian. She'd not forgotten much and it didn't seem that her horse had either. Haakon allowed her celebratory romp for a long time before suggesting that she slow down to better enable he and her father to keep pace. He was certainly a steadying influence. After so much indulgence already, she gracefully complied with his request. She also meant to use the trip and these stolen hours with him to learn him all over again. Now was as good a time as any.

Snow had begun to fall again shortly after the trio exited the woods. Silje had wanted to see the place where she'd pinned Sixten's hat to a tree with an arrow. He'd been teasing her the whole afternoon all those years ago and so she'd snatched the hat off of his head, tossed it up, and launched an arrow into it. It had stuck into an old oak. He might have retrieved it had he not been so intent on chasing her down. The hat and arrow were still there, she'd noted triumphantly.

The lake was next. The breadth of the forest trail had forced Goran out ahead of the group and when they emerged, he remained there, leading the group toward the frozen reservoir. Haakon came up alongside the uncommonly contented Queen. She truly was in her element, cheeks flushed from the cold air, but seeming rightfully so, her eyes as brilliant and blue as the sky. She'd had to be convinced to wear a cloak over her corded sweater and navy riding breeches. The fur lined hood had fallen away as soon as she'd taken off on the horse the first time. She'd not replaced it and now tiny frozen crystals gathered in her neatly coiled coif.

Goran slowed his horse ahead of them and then directed it to trot back around to come up beside Haakon. There was a man ahead, on the other side of the lake. It wasn't uncommon for people in this portion of the countryside to cut through their property. Nevertheless, the men agreed it best for Goran to go ahead and find out who the man was while Haakon stayed with Silje. Her father would know the locals better than anyone else and if there was any danger, Haakon would be with the Queen to see her to safety.

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Re: A Light in the Darkness
« Reply #2 on: Jun 12, 18, 08:12:00 PM »
Anias was grateful that his lakeside walk was a calming experience. Of course there were other things that his mind could, and should be occupied with, but small reprieves came few and far between lately. Unfortunately, it was usual for the lapses in the ever-moving tempo of his life to be filled with anger, grief, and regret. He was a wayward soul that fought unending battles with the state of mind he was constantly in, and to be free of that for even a few moments felt like being able to take a full breath of air just when you feel you’re about to succumb to drowning.

Save for the newly falling snow that was bestowed on the earth by a temperamental mother winter, the world around Anias was still. Lands south of the frozen tundra that was Glacia were more than likely already experiencing a warmer clime, but Glacia would endure winter’s chilling bite for a little while longer. Signs of the changing of seasons were apparent though. Small, fresh blades of grass pushed through the snow where his foot had been. On the trees, in the same sprouting manner, tiny buds that would develop into lush leaves were trying to push their way through the frost and the snow. It was also a matter of time before the lake would also shed the remnants of winter. Time of year changes could come swiftly, and while Anias was as ever bit of a northerner as could be, having experienced the warmer temperatures that the south could offer warmed his blood in a very good way.

In a few minutes of contemplation, and exploration of what Anias assumed to be public grounds, there was a bit of disappointment that he couldn’t break through his faint recollection of the area to remember why it has given him pause in the first place. He’s been in, around, and all over Glacia. There were probably less than a handful of places that were of significance to him, and of course he’d know why it was. It wasn’t a total lost cause, fortunately. Any break in riding, especially with the distance he’d have to cover, was a break well worth the stop. It would have been good to reminisce, however. Like most, it was a never a comfortable feeling leaving an unsolved mystery unsolved, but even as time wasn’t of the essence, it wasn’t inexhaustible either.

Anias had just made the decision to leave and be on his way when the sounds of an approaching horse turned him around. While the rider approached at a non-threatening pace, his blue gaze also fell on others that were in waiting across the lake. They were obviously part of the rider’s party and seemed to keep a watchful eye from afar. It probably wasn’t hard at all to spot a man wearing brown leather armor and a black cloak roaming around the winter-scape. It would be the first time that Anias would be approached in his journey, and while nothing about the rider screamed danger, he casually pulled back the cloth of his cloak to rest on the hilt of the short sword at his hip. He was very deliberate in the movement and it wouldn’t at all be missed by the rider who slowed his horse from a canter. As the last few feet were being eaten up by the rider to Anias and his horse, the Midnight Keeper quickly raised his hand in greeting. He decided to speak first.

“The only reason I can think of why you’d ride all the way from there to here..” Nodding in the direction of the others in what was obviously a playful exaggeration of distance. “..is because I somehow managed to trespass into an area I shouldn’t be in. I apologize. I was just enjoying the scenery is all. I was also just about to be on my way.” Anias didn’t make any visible expressions that he realized the rider himself was familiar as well. It probably wasn’t a coincidence either, but Anias would rather not try his hand. He wasn’t rude though and would wait for the man on the horse to grant him his leave. The rider, from his elevated position, would be able to clearly see Anias’ face under the hood of his cloak and with further inspection, note the collar he wore as well.

 

 

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