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Dawning - Part 13a/?
Date: 2014-07-07 02:05 pm (UTC)The wolf was what pulled the boy to his senses. He took a few steps into the cave before the wolf growled at him, causing him to pause.
He listened to it’s warning and drew his sword, proceeding far more slowly. The cave stunk of troll and blood; human blood.
Vilkas walked through the tunnel that would probably lead to the main section of the cave. Small handprints were smeared along the walls at uneven intervals and upon inspecting one closer his nose quickly identified the blood as Ariella’s.
Vilkas continued moving until the narrow walls expanded into a large area. Vilkas scanned the room, there were nothing other than the space he was standing in. He scanned the room, with eyes, nose and ears.
Nothing.
He stepped into the centre of the room and sniffed. He was drawn towards one part of the cave, the darkest area. Vilkas had wondered how caves like this seemed to always be lit.
Vilkas took care to not step on any bones as he made his way over.
His heart was pounded harder with every step he took. What first caught his eye was the glint of steel. Vilkas lowered his own sword and felt his throat tightening as he cleared away some of the snow that had blown in and covered the metal.
Ariella’s sword was instantly recognised. What made Vilkas fall to his knees was the dried blood on the blade and the fact it was no longer whole. The blade was fragmented as if it had been shattered in battle.
Vilkas looked around: bloody pages scattered, bloody robes ripped, bloodied bandages, a torn pack which was also bloody.
Vilkas felt sick.
He ran his hands through his hair as he looked around, every piece of bone catching his eye, the skulls in the room all seemed to stare at him.
He couldn’t get enough air, he had to breath but he couldn’t. He felt like he was drowning, desperate for breath, for life.
He lost track of everything in that moment; where he was, where his weapon was. He was sure he couldn’t have even remembered his own name.
Ariella consumed his thoughts like a tidal wave. She had died here, her bones were here, she had sought salvation here and a troll had killed her. He couldn’t not look at the flesh around him, bits of her.
His body acted on its own. He picked up the bloodied robes and held them to his face. They still smelt like her; like her blood. She had tried to defend herself and the dull, skyforge steel sword had betrayed her, broken.
He couldn’t think straight, not knowing what emotion to fall to. Not knowing what emotion would be best for him to act on.
He had been so sure she was dead yet at the same time still believed she was alive; but here it was. Proof, all that remained of her scattered throughout a cave. He didn’t know what to do.
Dawning - Part 13b/?
Date: 2014-07-07 02:08 pm (UTC)Vilkas’ head snapped towards the sound; his thoughts becoming oddly focused yet so out of control.
Whatever the monster had been expecting, it hadn’t expected the nord to run screaming into it.
Vilkas let out a shout as he dashed across the cave, fingers tightly holding the hilt of Ariella’s broken sword. He crashed into the beast, rage aiding him.
The creature fell back and Vilkas punched with his left hand before driving the fragmented sword into its chest. He shouted curses out, rage filling him as he continued to stab the monster in the chest; the white fur quickly staining with thick black blood.
The horrid troll tried to fight but was losing blood too quickly as Vilkas continued to plunge the weapon that had failed Ariella into its chest over and over and over again.
The Beast stilled long before Vilkas let up his efforts. His arms grew sore and as the adrenaline filled rage left him he wished he had a beast to blame for it. Yet the wolf had not been seen during that entire interlude.
Vilkas regained his composure and collected the broken sword and bloodied material remains. Aela said they should have things to burn and Ariella needed a funeral.
He didn’t want to pick up any body parts though, the thought of carrying her broken, bitten bones made him find it hard to breath. So he collected what he could handle carrying; her robes, the pages, the pack, the bandages and her sword.
It was a rather Nord thing to do, but before Vilkas left he lopped the head off the murderous troll. It would burn to bring her peace.
Re: Dawning - Part 13b/?
Date: 2014-07-08 07:25 am (UTC)Re: Dawning - Part 13b/?
Date: 2014-07-08 02:05 pm (UTC)I don't believe that this a!a would write a reconciliation based on a few "I'm sorrys" and "clarifying affections". If indeed Ariella still lives, Vilkas has much to atone for. A!A has shown no reluctance to break our hearts, part of what makes this such a great read is the uncertainty. I don't expect or want this to be neatly wrapped up. I would love a happy ending, but it needs to be a very difficult path for Vilkas to get there.
Re: Dawning - Part 13b/?
Date: 2014-07-08 03:32 pm (UTC)