Today, it had to be today...I walked into the pub. Expecting a few drinks then return to see my love, but oh no. It didn't turn out that way. As soon as I walked in Robynwen found me, telling me that her idiotic uncle, Damric, was being attacked. Even though part of me didn't want to, I went to help or laugh. It would depend on the situation. But the scene before me was something that froze me to my spot.
Quincell...
My son....attacking Damric....
But what happened next almost killed me. A wild scream escaped me as I saw a small knife drive up into Quincell's chest, and I felt the pain the knife brought. Everything fell down on me as I ran forward to catch his head as he fell and lay him down. Tears choked me as I looked down at his face. A face alike my own, a face that I thought I would die protecting...I felt broken. Just a dead as my own flesh and blood before me.
Suddenly though, a rage enveloped me. Not a rage a toddler gets when candy is taken away, the rage and want...to kill. I wanted to kill Damric, to stab the knife that killed Quincell through his own heart. Making him feel the pain my son did. But my better half got the better of me. Even as Damric stood ready to take a blow, I couldn't. I wouldn't become Damric. So instead I made sure the knife would be embedded in his arm before I stalked out, with emotions scurrying around my head like horses in a race. Fury and sorrow were the main ones.
The walk to Boar Fountain I really don't remember, all I remember was being there and circling the stone with my sword drawn and fury fuming from me. After snapping at young Robynwen, I saw Dieudonnae. And I fell to my knees and cried, trying to explain as I could... Having her there helped me, a certain comfort of having her arounn made me feel like I could let it all out. Even as my anger bubbled again, she was able with just words and a steady hand, made the lion roaring inside me calm.
After a few minutes of sitting at the base of Boar Fountain, we retreated to Dieu's estate where I cried again. Until with all the sorrow and pain of that day caught up with me, and my exhaustion overwhelmed me. When it was offered, I accepted a bed for sleep with open arms. Once I fell onto the plush bed, I looked up at the ceiling. Trying to pick whether this day had been reality of just a sick nightmare...
Finally the exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I fell into a dreamless sleep of empty blackness. My whole life was torn to pieces at that moment, just blown away. And I don't know how to feel again...
