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(one x one between Etãnaru Fureimu & Redblood)
Lonavan Phendin felt a faint taste of blood in his mouth, he was at his breaking point. He stumbled over his own feet and fell towards the ground. Luckily he caught a branch and could get his balance back, but that did not help regain his energy. He sat down, leaning against a tree, just concentrating on his breathing. The young man had been on the run from the law for weeks, but he hadn't done anything wrong. No one would listen to a criminal though.
It all began in his family home where he had lived with his mother, Sylvia, father Archimedes, his two brothers, Filivious and Atlas, and his two sisters, Amia and Ceral. They had lived in a rather pompous mansion, some would say, and money had never been much of an issue. Their house was placed quite a bit away from any other, as his father enjoyed the privacy and his mother was a nature lover. Even so they had strong connections to the nearby city. His father was a well respected man and had accepted many missions from the palace. Archimedes didn't work directly under the king at that point, though he had been doing so in the far past.
One night, everything changed. Lonavan woke up in the middle of the night because of a strange noise. Voices seemed to be arguing a few rooms away from his own, both male. Odd. No one had been visiting them that day, and who in their right mind would come to their home in the middle of the night? The curious boy left his bed and followed the voices. He didn't get the chance to figure out what they were arguing about though as a scream came from the room.
Lonavan threw up the door and was met by the sight of his father gasping for air on the floor. His chest was pierced with a sword which was soon pulled out of the body by non other than the king's most trusted general, Alberon Linovahle. The man had been visiting them many times before, even stayed for dinner at times. So why? Why would he had called friend?
The teen hadn't been able to move at first. "Well this was certainly an unfortunate turn of events." The general mumbled, stepping towards Lonavan. That certainly got him to react. The boy turned and started to run. He didn't think about his action, he just acted on his instincts. First when he had stopped outside, hiding in the dark with the trees as shelter, he thought about what he had done. He had escaped, but he had also left his family with a dangerous man. He tried to rationalize it. Alberon was probably only out after his father, and now when Lonavan had seen him commit the crime, he would only be out after him. His family was probably safe as long as they didn't know what had happened.
He took comfort in those thoughts while laying low, and trying to see and hear if the general was trying to find him, but he didn't see nor hear anyone. Was he still in the house? Minutes past and nothing happened. Then, suddenly, a small light shone in a window. Had his mother woken up? Was she going to go down to Archimedes study and find his lifeless body? Was Alberon still inside or not? Then the light grew, and soon it was clear that it wasn't just a few candles being lit. Flames started to appear in the windows. The house was on fire. Outside he could finally see moving shapes in the dark.
Three or four horses and their masters assembled not far from the house. He couldn't get to it without being seen. They did nothing about the growing fire, obviously they wished for it to continue. Part of Lonavan wanted to rush into the house and save his family, but how would that help if he got killed in the process? He just hoped his mother and siblings were alive and could get out of a window without being seen. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be that lucky.
Instead of lingering, the teen started to run. He had to get into town and tell everyone what had happened. What Alberon had done. Maybe if he hurried, he could get there fast enough for them to gather a rescue team that could take to their horses and get back to the mansion before it was too late for his family. Maybe he could make it. Maybe they could be saved.
But once he got into town he realized how futile his attempt was. Luckily he spotted a familiar horse, which he was certain belonged to the general. He didn't have to wait long before his suspicions were confirmed. The man came out of the inn he had visited, an inn Lonavan had come to many times with his family. The general thanked the inn keeper for understanding. "It's truly unfortunate when these kind of things happens, but you never know when people will snap. No one would have been able to suspect this of such a young man. If the boy happens to come to you, report to us immediately."
Were Alberon speaking of him? It soon became clear to the boy that everyone would believe he was the criminal. No one would believe him. No one would listen. Not before he had gotten evidence for his innocence.
Thus Lonavan left town. Now, weeks later, he was frozen and alone. Just hours earlier, the young man had been attacked by thieves and had barely been able to escape. The little food he had been able to collect had been taken and now he didn't have any energy to hunt, nor had he been able to find any eatable plants for a while. How would he be able to survive this on his own? How would he be able to convince people of his innocence?
For now he did not care to answer all the important questions that flew around in his head. Instead he let the darkness consume him as he fell asleep because of exhaustion.
Lonavan Phendin felt a faint taste of blood in his mouth, he was at his breaking point. He stumbled over his own feet and fell towards the ground. Luckily he caught a branch and could get his balance back, but that did not help regain his energy. He sat down, leaning against a tree, just concentrating on his breathing. The young man had been on the run from the law for weeks, but he hadn't done anything wrong. No one would listen to a criminal though.
It all began in his family home where he had lived with his mother, Sylvia, father Archimedes, his two brothers, Filivious and Atlas, and his two sisters, Amia and Ceral. They had lived in a rather pompous mansion, some would say, and money had never been much of an issue. Their house was placed quite a bit away from any other, as his father enjoyed the privacy and his mother was a nature lover. Even so they had strong connections to the nearby city. His father was a well respected man and had accepted many missions from the palace. Archimedes didn't work directly under the king at that point, though he had been doing so in the far past.
One night, everything changed. Lonavan woke up in the middle of the night because of a strange noise. Voices seemed to be arguing a few rooms away from his own, both male. Odd. No one had been visiting them that day, and who in their right mind would come to their home in the middle of the night? The curious boy left his bed and followed the voices. He didn't get the chance to figure out what they were arguing about though as a scream came from the room.
Lonavan threw up the door and was met by the sight of his father gasping for air on the floor. His chest was pierced with a sword which was soon pulled out of the body by non other than the king's most trusted general, Alberon Linovahle. The man had been visiting them many times before, even stayed for dinner at times. So why? Why would he had called friend?
The teen hadn't been able to move at first. "Well this was certainly an unfortunate turn of events." The general mumbled, stepping towards Lonavan. That certainly got him to react. The boy turned and started to run. He didn't think about his action, he just acted on his instincts. First when he had stopped outside, hiding in the dark with the trees as shelter, he thought about what he had done. He had escaped, but he had also left his family with a dangerous man. He tried to rationalize it. Alberon was probably only out after his father, and now when Lonavan had seen him commit the crime, he would only be out after him. His family was probably safe as long as they didn't know what had happened.
He took comfort in those thoughts while laying low, and trying to see and hear if the general was trying to find him, but he didn't see nor hear anyone. Was he still in the house? Minutes past and nothing happened. Then, suddenly, a small light shone in a window. Had his mother woken up? Was she going to go down to Archimedes study and find his lifeless body? Was Alberon still inside or not? Then the light grew, and soon it was clear that it wasn't just a few candles being lit. Flames started to appear in the windows. The house was on fire. Outside he could finally see moving shapes in the dark.
Three or four horses and their masters assembled not far from the house. He couldn't get to it without being seen. They did nothing about the growing fire, obviously they wished for it to continue. Part of Lonavan wanted to rush into the house and save his family, but how would that help if he got killed in the process? He just hoped his mother and siblings were alive and could get out of a window without being seen. Unfortunately, they wouldn't be that lucky.
Instead of lingering, the teen started to run. He had to get into town and tell everyone what had happened. What Alberon had done. Maybe if he hurried, he could get there fast enough for them to gather a rescue team that could take to their horses and get back to the mansion before it was too late for his family. Maybe he could make it. Maybe they could be saved.
But once he got into town he realized how futile his attempt was. Luckily he spotted a familiar horse, which he was certain belonged to the general. He didn't have to wait long before his suspicions were confirmed. The man came out of the inn he had visited, an inn Lonavan had come to many times with his family. The general thanked the inn keeper for understanding. "It's truly unfortunate when these kind of things happens, but you never know when people will snap. No one would have been able to suspect this of such a young man. If the boy happens to come to you, report to us immediately."
Were Alberon speaking of him? It soon became clear to the boy that everyone would believe he was the criminal. No one would believe him. No one would listen. Not before he had gotten evidence for his innocence.
Thus Lonavan left town. Now, weeks later, he was frozen and alone. Just hours earlier, the young man had been attacked by thieves and had barely been able to escape. The little food he had been able to collect had been taken and now he didn't have any energy to hunt, nor had he been able to find any eatable plants for a while. How would he be able to survive this on his own? How would he be able to convince people of his innocence?
For now he did not care to answer all the important questions that flew around in his head. Instead he let the darkness consume him as he fell asleep because of exhaustion.