Changeling: As I look back (Radu)
It all started with the quest to find the Arcadian Gate led by the troll Hadrian Boru. The only thing I found was that destiny moving through the man I loved, did not wish for me to remain in the Milderwood. Instead I was pulled across as Naesin sained me and Sione for whatever her reasons, pulled me through to this side once more. Things had changed. I had spent time there, perhaps too much time and feeling the ringing syllables of my true name, finally brought the life I had been searching for much closer.
I will not lie, that I felt the distance growing within me for him, that we were walking away from each other though only one of us was truly aware of it. I was searching for peace and he was searching for power. I watched my little prince change, become harder and far more cynical, speaking of those men of Concordia who fought against our enemies upon the field as he maneuvered in the shadows with politics.
I wondered how much of a difference his magic would have made on the field of battle? Why he spoke of Maetremo and Christian as "playing heros"?
They were heros and still are, may Fate shelter them.
I heard of how he endangered those of us close to him with his games, how he spoke of me being gone for such lengths of time when really he was the one missing.
Then Maetremo sent me word, that he needed me to help him against the Beast Harroth. I decided to help. If I died, it did not matter I have little care as long as I choose my killer and it would be a good death. Do not think I had no wish for survival. I spent nights in contemplation and training finally calling upon my earliest remembered life, the voice that had stirred within my heart for so long. Rahim, son of the sky and sea for no other would have him.
No other would have me.
I bid my farewells as I opened my heart to the past and revealed myself to Sin as a new creature while the shock of the change was still upon me. After that, I went riding to die.
Only to return without the use of my right arm and doubts. Doubts as to why the mute seemed battered when we reached him and the treasure Hurla seeked was not there. I had suspicions that of late were confirmed.
How much did we truly accomplish?
I see less than before, heroic men unaware they are armed only with wooden swords and scripts written by someone far more cunning.
I watch as all things have become corrupt and purity if ever there was such a thing has left this world which is moving on. Strange stars and dreams are haunting me and love is something I no longer wish for.
I am Rahim the son of the sky and sea for none would claim me.
Leave me at the edge of the world, it is where i belong.
I will not lie, that I felt the distance growing within me for him, that we were walking away from each other though only one of us was truly aware of it. I was searching for peace and he was searching for power. I watched my little prince change, become harder and far more cynical, speaking of those men of Concordia who fought against our enemies upon the field as he maneuvered in the shadows with politics.
I wondered how much of a difference his magic would have made on the field of battle? Why he spoke of Maetremo and Christian as "playing heros"?
They were heros and still are, may Fate shelter them.
I heard of how he endangered those of us close to him with his games, how he spoke of me being gone for such lengths of time when really he was the one missing.
Then Maetremo sent me word, that he needed me to help him against the Beast Harroth. I decided to help. If I died, it did not matter I have little care as long as I choose my killer and it would be a good death. Do not think I had no wish for survival. I spent nights in contemplation and training finally calling upon my earliest remembered life, the voice that had stirred within my heart for so long. Rahim, son of the sky and sea for no other would have him.
No other would have me.
I bid my farewells as I opened my heart to the past and revealed myself to Sin as a new creature while the shock of the change was still upon me. After that, I went riding to die.
Only to return without the use of my right arm and doubts. Doubts as to why the mute seemed battered when we reached him and the treasure Hurla seeked was not there. I had suspicions that of late were confirmed.
How much did we truly accomplish?
I see less than before, heroic men unaware they are armed only with wooden swords and scripts written by someone far more cunning.
I watch as all things have become corrupt and purity if ever there was such a thing has left this world which is moving on. Strange stars and dreams are haunting me and love is something I no longer wish for.
I am Rahim the son of the sky and sea for none would claim me.
Leave me at the edge of the world, it is where i belong.