~ His was a happy lot now, for how long though he wondered? Meridus Septimus sat up late one night, Lasherette in his arms, he loved her of course more then words could ever describe, he had loved her three years prior as well. But...there are some things, some duties that love cannot hold you back from.
Everyone thought Meridus was but a simply laborer, commonly referred to as "Heavy Lifters" men who had some intelligence but shone when put to a physical task. Working as a stone mason was tiring work for most, he handled it with a stoicism no one had ever seen! Of course he did....his memories flooded to him, his grip relaxing on her a bit. What was it' Seven years ago.....eight' He had lost track, he was a man in his late twenties and his life's record showed it. Yes.....perhaps eight years ago.
A cold chill wind blew his cloak, nearly ripping it from him, it was dark, and the place he stayed was for those on their last leg, those who had fallen into the gutter and could not get up. His parents had just been murdered over petty money, Meridus was not strong at this point, he had done schooling not working. Walking in the night he staggered, and fell, fell directly into an armored man, moving to his knees slowly he thought surely the man would strike him down, perfectly crafted black plate mail, a beautiful two-handed sword strapped to his back, a satin black cloak billowed behind him. A crest upon it, the guild of the "Dragon Hands" rumors had spread about them, men and women who rode black dragons, simply bandits and marauders all of them, but professional and lethal with their cunning mounts. Indeed Meridus was hit, but from behind, a young man who had not noticed (It was after all nearly pitch black outside!) the knight standing there, thinking Meridus to be easy pray.
It was morning now Meridus slowly awoke, a stinging ache in his head that layed him down when he tried to rise, turning his head as much as he dared he saw it was a tent, suprise it was black, the bed he layed in was fine material, he had no clothing on but he was clean, the many cuts and scraps on his body bandaged, looking to the tent flaps he heard a rustle, then in-walked the knight from the incident, though the "man" he expected to thank for saving him, was no man at all.....Meridus sucked in his breath, awe was the only word for the young man....his memories were stolen away, Lasherette groaned in his arms, she was waking up...
Everyone thought Meridus was but a simply laborer, commonly referred to as "Heavy Lifters" men who had some intelligence but shone when put to a physical task. Working as a stone mason was tiring work for most, he handled it with a stoicism no one had ever seen! Of course he did....his memories flooded to him, his grip relaxing on her a bit. What was it' Seven years ago.....eight' He had lost track, he was a man in his late twenties and his life's record showed it. Yes.....perhaps eight years ago.
A cold chill wind blew his cloak, nearly ripping it from him, it was dark, and the place he stayed was for those on their last leg, those who had fallen into the gutter and could not get up. His parents had just been murdered over petty money, Meridus was not strong at this point, he had done schooling not working. Walking in the night he staggered, and fell, fell directly into an armored man, moving to his knees slowly he thought surely the man would strike him down, perfectly crafted black plate mail, a beautiful two-handed sword strapped to his back, a satin black cloak billowed behind him. A crest upon it, the guild of the "Dragon Hands" rumors had spread about them, men and women who rode black dragons, simply bandits and marauders all of them, but professional and lethal with their cunning mounts. Indeed Meridus was hit, but from behind, a young man who had not noticed (It was after all nearly pitch black outside!) the knight standing there, thinking Meridus to be easy pray.
It was morning now Meridus slowly awoke, a stinging ache in his head that layed him down when he tried to rise, turning his head as much as he dared he saw it was a tent, suprise it was black, the bed he layed in was fine material, he had no clothing on but he was clean, the many cuts and scraps on his body bandaged, looking to the tent flaps he heard a rustle, then in-walked the knight from the incident, though the "man" he expected to thank for saving him, was no man at all.....Meridus sucked in his breath, awe was the only word for the young man....his memories were stolen away, Lasherette groaned in his arms, she was waking up...