To say Rickstan was surprised would have been a great understatement, the last thing he expected this evening was to come face to face with his "Father". Today he had passed an usual day, sharing a drink or two with a friend, sorting a stupid fight, teased by Ellae. The last thing he expected as he stood in the back rooms to the Inn was to see the face of the man he had for so long despised and hated.
So surprised he was that he feigned to notice the dagger be slid from the mans sheath and be forced into his body, he does not even recall the man stepping forward, just the look in his eyes. Dark and menacing, even insane looking. It was this look that bizarrely he knew the truth at last, this man was his Father, he saw it in his eyes, a resemblance, a strange connection, and now this man had taken his life.
Rickstan stumbled back, his back slamming into a barrel so forcefully it almost sounded to break. All Rickstan could think about was Cedwyn, was she hurt, would he go for her next? What would she make of this? He knew it best she kept clear. But in white flashes he could only think of their moments together, every sweet detail, every kiss of her lips, every hold and look.
Sliding down the barrel, his mind was jolted back to the real world as a swift kick came to his face by a steel capped boot and then saw a spit land on the floor near him.
"Good riddance, Bastard"
Those were the only words this man said before he walked out, sauntering like a man on top of the world, a grin on his face wide spread.
Rickstan lay there, motionless for a time, his hand clutching his stab wound which oddly stung in a way he'd never felt before.His mind began to swim as he sunk further and further onto the floor, a pile of flesh and blood, blood which swam down his face and his torso. He had lost, all his life wasted, he thought himself such a fool....Cedwyn...Cedwyn.
He barely remembered speaking to someone, or what he actually said, but he knew someone appeared. After that all went black.
Was he alive..Or was he dead?
