Hey Rakish here, ermm... I dunno whether ppl still visit this blog. Seems like it's kinda dead coz the shout-out box's last entry was on valentine's day.. and I think it's just one person... so yea.. dead~ness. ANyway, I guess ya'll are busy nowadays, so I wouldn't take much of ya'lls time. I just wanted to share this story. Just leave some comment on what you think of it. And probably answer the question?
The era was the dark ages and in it this vigilante organisation was formed, the protector a certain city. This org had 3 leaders; Rayden, Rozz and Boc. Rayden was a family man, with a baby girl and his wife. So were his comrades. In upon formation of this org, they all pledged a vow, with their sword on their chest, making a promise to protect this city no matter what the cost. Rail, the city, just had one tall wall, separating the outer region and the inner region. And a single gate controlled the crowds flooding in everyday.
One foggy day, an army of vandals came with weapons of siege. By the masses, they poured down the hills and through the streets of Rail they marched. They burnt down houses along the way, killing anything in their path. Efforts were made to fend them off, but the efforts soon pushed to retreat. So at last it came to this - the wall. Their last stand against the vandals was at that very gate. Raydan, along with the other two leaders were in the front line, very much unlikely for elites to be in the head of battle. They stood their ground, even though Rozz and Boc were seemingly off-focus. Their star was gone and so were their will for living.
Rayden knew what they had lost, for their families were residents of the outer region. Still.. Rayden couldn't help to think of his own. They were behind him, the inner region was his home. He didn't want them to end up slaughtered, being victims of the sword. Most of all, his mind was fixated on his baby girl. She just turned two a week ago, and has yet to make him proud. So what did he do? He contemplated. Considering both his memories and what was before him, he decided. He took off, leaving his sword at his post. All Rozz and Boc could do was watch him as he turn his back on them. But they didn't see him fade into the fog because the vandals were in their faces by then.
Rayden took his small family from home, and through a secret passage, they headed to safety. Only Rayden knew about this passage. Unfortunately, that statement was false. A band of vandals came from the other direction and cut them down on the spot. His wife and child were killed there and then. Only Rayden broke through their chain and ran away with bruises. He escaped Rail alone.
News spread that Rail was completely destroyed. But then years later, it was once again rebuilt. One dark night, in a tavern filled with bar songs as music and ale as companions, a visitor came in, looking cold and hard. It was Rayden. He came back. And to his surprise, he found his ex-comrades sitting right beside him in front of the bartender. They managed to survive the siege too. They gave him a smuck on their faces when they saw him and bashed him up with questions like, "Why did you run away?! How could you betray us?!" He had no reason to answer them, for he knew they had paid equivalent. And so, he just left without his drink and walked off through the door.
It was indeed cold on the narrow streets. The night sky brought this and darkness. Lonely, just thinking about that day was all that he did. But suddenly, everything came into a rush. A dagger into his chest, breaking a few ribs was what happened. He started to spew blood from his mouth and the night seeped into his eyes. One thing he noticed as he was losing his feel was his hand, being rolled into a fist and clenched onto tightly for a while's worth. And then he knew who his murderers were - Boc and Rozz. Hearing footsteps of two sets walking away, he dropped to the ground. And in his last breath he whispered, "Do I deserve this?"
OK.. probably not a short post but it is a short story ^^
~Rakish~
