What kind of monster are you?
A response to another of knightclubber's fantastic prompts.
I like to think the Druj fear me. It's childish and a little conceited but I like to imagine them telling their children tales of Merryn Farkas and her Thorns, the scouts of the Quiet Step army. Coming upon their camps in the night, in complete silence raining down a flurry of arrows from the trees, no time for them to react. Just fear filling their hearts as they realise there is nothing they can do and they are helpless against our fury.
Treating them as they treat us. Mutilated bodies left along the trods as warnings. Poisoned wells. Murdered children. Long, slow, lingering, agony filled deaths from some new herbs.
I have no qualms about making myself their worst nightmare no matter what distasteful things that requires me to do.
No matter what that does to my soul.
But that is work and that is duty. That is the image the Navarr project to their enemies, to those outside their nation.
Sometimes to their friends and loved ones.
I want them to think I'm ok.
I want them to think I'm fine despite what I've seen and what I've done.
I don't want them to worry about me.
I want to protect them.
I won't let them see the monster I'm becoming...
I like to think the Druj fear me. It's childish and a little conceited but I like to imagine them telling their children tales of Merryn Farkas and her Thorns, the scouts of the Quiet Step army. Coming upon their camps in the night, in complete silence raining down a flurry of arrows from the trees, no time for them to react. Just fear filling their hearts as they realise there is nothing they can do and they are helpless against our fury.
Treating them as they treat us. Mutilated bodies left along the trods as warnings. Poisoned wells. Murdered children. Long, slow, lingering, agony filled deaths from some new herbs.
I have no qualms about making myself their worst nightmare no matter what distasteful things that requires me to do.
No matter what that does to my soul.
But that is work and that is duty. That is the image the Navarr project to their enemies, to those outside their nation.
Sometimes to their friends and loved ones.
I want them to think I'm ok.
I want them to think I'm fine despite what I've seen and what I've done.
I don't want them to worry about me.
I want to protect them.
I won't let them see the monster I'm becoming...