Author Topic: Etienne De Moret - Tale of a struggling Knight  (Read 511 times)

Nekro83

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Etienne De Moret - Tale of a struggling Knight
« on: January 30, 2020, 08:30:59 AM »

The sunlight was already dying, its last rays filtering through the old windows, when the man opened his eyes.

Etienne was lying on the bed, still wearing his clothes, the room smelled of opium and sweat, mixed with the scent of dying flowers.

His head was hurting badly.

Among the smells permeating the room he could find another...or perhaps he desired to. Her sweet scent, filling him with a feeling of emptiness.

He remebered her going, in the pale dawn light...and the shadow taking her by the hand.

"I already have an escort" She said.

Was it real? Or was it an Opium illusion?

He reached for the small pipe, lying next to him...he desired to drown again in that soft and relaxing ocean...but struggled to resist.

He was completely alone now, like he had been just misted...nobody cared for him no more.

Was fighting for Truth still worth? Appearently no one would like to hear...Was Ezra listening?

Maybe they were right "Make a public apology, Lie, Roka used you, burned you"

He wasn't going to do that...a man is judged on the strenght of his word...

But was he moved by the Love for Truth....or by Pride?

Etienne rised his head a little, glancing at the ruined bouquet of roses lying at the feet of the bed.

Perhaps that night chopped his last tie to that accursed land...

He Grasped the opium pipe in his hand...that was all he had of her, closed his eyes falling asleep once again.

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