|One Night (standard:fantasy, 4291 words)|
|Author: Melody||Added: Feb 15 2001||Views/Reads: 2273/1268||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A bard muses over his past and a lost love, as well as the new bittersweet happiness he has found. I would greatly appreciate any feedback and voter response. Thank you for reading.|
The bard leaned back in his chair and carefully opened the message that had arrived earlier that day from Silverymoon. As he unfolded the delicate paper a thin sigh escaped his lips. He knew what it was before he even read it. It was another request for a performance before the court of Silverymoon. With a hand written message from the Lady Alustriel herself. His steely gray eyes briefly scanned the letter before with a wry smile; he held it over the flickering flame of the lone candle on his desk. He watched almost mesmerized as the flames hungrily licked the paper quickly devouring it. He turned his gaze out the window and to the star filled night sky. "Ah Vilanova," he spoke softly. "I can not, not without you." He wondered if his dead wife could hear him at such times. Often he felt as if she were standing beside him, or perhaps watching him. It was a comfort, yet even after all these years the memories still tore at his heart. Drandon shook his head to clear the cobwebs of memory and stood slowly stretching. He walked noiselessly out of the room and down the hall to his daughter's bedroom. He gently opened the door not wishing to disturb the child at such a late hour. As he peered into the darkness of the room he could see that she was not in her bed. Where would a toddler be at such a time? With a smile he closed the door and walked the short distance down the hallway to another room. He softly opened the door and was not surprised to find little Ioni lying snuggled up to her mother. Treeana's long curly black hair lay strewn across the pillows and mingled with Ioni's own jet-black tresses. Mother and child lay sleeping peacefully, the moonlight filtering in through the window bathing them in its soft glow. Drandon smiled warmly and stood in the doorway for a few moments gazing at the inviting scene before his eyes. With a heavy sigh he quietly turned and shutting the door behind him slipped on down the hall. "I would only keep them awake with my restlessness" he thought. Drandon was often troubled by sleepless nights. A curse he had obtained many years ago. One does not go into the abyss and come out unchanged. Again the bard shook his head as if that would actually make the dark memories dissipate. He walked until he reached a small plain door at the end of the hall. Opening it he walked through and began climbing the narrow stairway inside. At last he reached the top of the steps and opened another door that led him outside. A starry night sky was his greeting and the full moon smiled down upon him. He was standing upon the observatory of this, his brother's stronghold. This was the highest point of Windwall Keep. He could see across the vast expanse of fields below and almost to Silverymoon from this height. He closed his eyes as he drew his cloak about himself and leaned against the cold stone of the wall. His thoughts drifted back to Ioni and Treeana. What would his life be like without them? He smiled a little as he thought of Treeana. Treeana his...his what? What do you call a woman you share a child and a life with but have taken no vows to? He turned his gray eyes up to the sky as if the heavens could give him an answer. Drandon had known Treeana for years before circumstances had forced them into a partnership of sorts. She had professed to despise him and had on more than one occasion even tried to kill him. He grinned wryly as he thought of that. Her sister marrying his brother had changed everything. She was coolly polite when the occasion called for it, but when a man had stepped back into his life, becoming a threat to Jadaria, it was Treeana who had come to Drandon and proposed the notion that the two of them see what information they could find and thwart Rengarrik. He had at first been skeptical of the mercenary with a less than clean past. He knew of her years with the Zhentarim and of the several mercenary bands she had led. He knew that she was wanted in Luskan and Cormyr and that she could not even enter the strange land of Zakara. In Waterdeep her name drew black looks. The gods only knew what else she had done that he could not uncover. But he had seen no other choice really and he knew that no matter what cold facade she put forth she loved her sister. So reluctantly he began to work with her and he was surprised at what the two of them together accomplished. In the middle of their "work" he was captured on the island nation of Niannon where he was wanted for false crimes against the crown from Click here to read the rest of this story (352 more lines)
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