Bloodlines
Act I Chapter VII
As the sun rose to it's peak and began to descend, Rathel walked with Luc out of the forest and onto the fields, having his weight thrown onto him as the man seemed injured. He didn't completely trusted the man, seeing how he just met the man. Even if he knew him for years, he still wouldn't have. Rathel doesn't trust anyone except his older brother. But even that has its limits.
As the fields of grass grew into fields of wheat, their destination emerged from the horizon. A large building with a tower in the middle stood in the middle of fields of wheat and crops. He could tell from Luc's face that he was going to ask a question, but he bit his tongue.
Helping the man to hop the fence, Rathel stole a minute for himself to stare into the orange sky. Before he entered his thoughts, he was interrupted by the presence of Luc, forcing him to continue.
Walking through the crops and wheat, Luc's eyes would travel around the fields, probably wondering why all the crops are rotten and unintended. Still, he remained silent, either from exhaustion or hesitation.
As they approached the doors, a familiar face would be found opening the doors. "Take him to one of the guest rooms." Rathel said to Alekith as he passed Luc weight off of him and onto his brother's arms."Who is he?" he asks as he does what he is told.
Inhaling with his nose, he looks at the man who calls himself Luc. A man stripped of his weapons, peices of his armor, and even his fingers. His face is scarred and full of dirt, his eye's bloodshot and lay heavy on his face.
"That's to be found out." Rathel says with a cold expression on his face. Luc would turn to face him with a slight look of betrayal, but he still holds his tongue and lower's his head. His condition and position is terrible, he has nothing to bargain with.
With a nod, Alekith began to lead Luc into the warm house. Watching the two disappear into the house, Rathel turns to face the sky with the sun falling behind him and the house.
He was close that day, closest in fact to any other. He tracked their hooves prints until he found them resting within the forest. He found all of seven target's,located all in one place, and among them, he found his primary target, the man with the spiked helmet he once called brother.
Reaching for an arrow, his heart begins to quicken. A year ago, he would never imagined himself in this position. But even as he pushes himself, accepting the act of Fratricide, he would pause for a moment. Finding himself unable to draw the arrow, he continues staring at his brother from the distance.
Exhaling, he forces himself to draw the arrow and aim. Just as his heart and mind was ready to let go of the string, one of the men in black would get up and a sudden appearance of the color red made Rathel's eyes turn to it.
That was when he found Luc in his crimson leather outfit, lying in ropes. Figuring he was just another victim of his brother, he begins to concentrate again of the task at hand. But catching a glimpse of Luc's face made him look back there. Something about that face that drove Rathel crazy. His heart began to race and without even knowing it, the string slipped from his fingers.
With the arrow missing the target and alerting everyone of his presence, Rathel panicked. As the habitants of the camp stood up, Rathel instinctively started to draw more arrows and release them into the crowd. The next few moments would be a blur, Rathel wasn't expecting to find this clean kill to be such a screw up.
After the flurry of several arrows, Rathel turns and begins to retreat. This was his chance, and he couldn't go forward with it. He had everything to the letter, he prepared himself for this day but what ever caused him to look at the man was the reason he is placing blame on.
After waiting long enough, he takes another path back towards the camp, only to find it abandoned. A still burning fire, a few drops of blood, and the unconscious body of the man we're all that remained.
With his heart still racing from the assassination attempt, he would try to clear out his mind by walking around the camp. Droplets of sweat escaped from his forehead as he rambled through the campsite, knocking over anything he could find. Frustrated, he turns his head to the man who he accused of causing all of this.
Unable to recognize his face, his heart still skipped a beat when he looked at him. Dropping his bottom flat to the ground, Rathel felt like he needed to rest. Trying to calm down the unexplained emotions he is feeling, he begins shaking his head, attempting to throw away all of what he is feeling.
