Favian's Tale Mar 17, 2008 21:39:56 GMT -5
Post by Vivienne Valora on Mar 17, 2008 21:39:56 GMT -5
Favian and his twin brother, Donovan, were running. Their home was now blazing and glowing in the night as the warriors torched it. Favian felt like he was going to be sick. His mother’s screams still echoed in his head and he couldn’t shake the image of her falling to the ground as the man had lunged at her with his sword.
Lady Amelia Valora had been the first to fall, but not the last. Favian and Donovan had been hiding, as they had been told to do, and had seen the entire thing. Sir Maximus had gone into a rage at seeing the death of his wife, and his eldest son, Edward had tried to stop it only to be slaughtered by a nearby soldier. Favian had never seen his father cry…
Tears had been streaming down Sir Maximus Valora’s face as his sword swung through the air, hitting target after target. And then… just as he spun around, an expression of such shock and pain crossed his face that it had made Favian wince. The same man who killed Lady Amelia had stuck his sword into Maximus’ stomach.
It didn’t take long for Donovan to start pulling Favian away, despite how much he protested. The night was cool and Favian could hear the sound of the shouting warriors behind him. There was heat on his back as the large fire started to spread and tears were streaming down the boys cheeks. The soldiers had gathered the most valuable things in their house and all the servants were being led away. Not a single word passed between the brothers as they ran into the forest. They had just lost their entire family… they had nothing left but each other, and just the thought made Favian sick.
Not able to run anymore, Donovan stopped and turned around to face their home, which was now up in flames. Favian, unable to look, leaned up against a tree and sank to the ground, turning his head the other way. He was gasping for air as beads of sweat ran down his back and the side of his head. Donovan finally broke the silence between them.
“We should get going,” Donovan said to Favian, not looking away from the blazing fire. “They may start searching the woods and we need to find somewhere to stay for the night…” he spoke with not an ounce of emotion and seemed quite unlike Favian had ever witnessed. But under the circumstances, Favian understood.
“Donovan…” Favian started to say, but stopped. He realized his twin was right and slowly got to his feet. “Where will we go?”
“I don’t know…” Donovan answered, fear evident in his voice. “We may have to sleep in the forest tonight… tomorrow, we can head down river.” Favian could see that Don’s hands were shaking; yet the rest of his body was quite still. He seemed to be miles away and wouldn’t turn his eyes away from the fire and warriors.
“Don…” Favian said, coming up next to his brother and finally allowing his eyes to rest on the flames. He glanced at his brother and put a hand on his shoulder. “Dawn will bring with it another day… and we shall embrace it like any other.”