Some gotter canon :D?
I think I'm starting to like first person best for narration. In fact, I'm using first person for NaNoWriMo too.
Anyway, just a little something canon for Gotterdammerung.
I remember when I first met my new master. I was not resolved to trust him just yet. I was angry and was not thinking clearly that day when I said I would serve him. To this day, I do not regret my decision. I do, however, realize that I am privy to the many secrets my master keeps. He has never lied to me; therefore, I will keep his secrets safe.
I did not think such things the first day. He had, after all, killed a man that was supposed to be his friend.
I followed Casimir out of the dusty tomb that had been my home for so long and into the bright, sun-scorched desert. I was immediately filled. The void I felt within myself disappeared under the once familiar sun. I lingered outside the tomb, letting the blistering hot sand burn my bare feet. I did not feel pain the same as I did in life. It was distant. I rocked back on my heels, my eyes closed and a faint smile on my lips.
I temporarily forgot my anger.
Then his tall form blocked the sun. I opened my eyes and sighed softly. His arms were crossed, not impatiently, but I was keeping him from leaving. "You'll have plenty of time to come back. For now, I need to go home."
I nodded. "My apologies."
He turned and began to walk. I noticed a faint difference in him from the time I first laid eyes on him and his friend to the current moment. He had a wild, untamed look in his pale gray eyes despite his outward coolness. Now, his eyes had dulled considerably. A normal person would have missed this minute detail entirely.
But, though I disapproved of his actions in the tomb, I followed him faithfully. As far I knew, I could not die. I was technically dead, yes, but my soul persisted in life. I could not wander aimlessly without a purpose. It was in my blood to serve and serve I would.
Soon, a vaguely familiar city came into view. He paused and turned to me. “Delilah, go back to your matyr form. You’ll stand out less. Normally I wouldn’t care, but today, I’m in no mood to deal with the curiosity of idiots.”
I did as he requested. I looked on at the city with ardor. How I missed my home. I knew it would not be the same as I remembered, but it eased my spirit knowing it still existed.
He continued his move toward the city and I fell into step beside him. I was so absorbed in my thoughts as I observed the people bustling about the sandy streets that I hardly noticed when we stepped inside the inn. Things had not changed terribly much. I was glad. There were still merchant stands covered with sun bleached linens and children chasing beetles and lizards through the streets.
“You can reminisce later, come on,” my master ordered. I followed him to his room and sat by the door once he closed it. He pulled off his cloak and boots before lying on the bed. He did not sleep. He simply lay there on his side, staring into the empty space between us.
I watched him silently, wondering what happened inside him to scare the beast away. I barely knew him, yet I knew that this was not like him. For days he was like this. He moved only to eat and relieve himself. His sullen expression went unchanging. I remained near him, but distant.
By the sixth day, I saw a slight change. His hands were balled tightly, trembling slightly with his furious grip. My nose picked up the scent of blood. I knew then that I had to help him out of his stupor. I changed back to my human form and walked carefully to his side, kneeling next to the bed. I took one of his hands and pried his fingers open. Bright red stained his palm where his nails had dug deeply, relentlessly. I healed his marks without question. My eyes met his and I saw change. They had regained their natural ferocity.
He spoke then, his voice raspy from his days of silence, but strong as ever. “You’ll breathe not a single word to anyone about what you’ve seen here.”
I nodded. I did not intend to speak of this to a single soul.
At the time, I did not understand what he was doing in those six days on silence, but I learned later. I realized why he wanted me to tell no one what he had been like.
Even a monster learns to grieve if his loss is great enough.
I'm wondering if I should just change my NaNo idea to rewriting gotter as fiction rather than fanfiction since the base of the story is actually norse mythology rather than the game. I've been playing with that idea for a long time, but now I actually have a reason to do it.
Opinions? :D?
Anyway, just a little something canon for Gotterdammerung.
I remember when I first met my new master. I was not resolved to trust him just yet. I was angry and was not thinking clearly that day when I said I would serve him. To this day, I do not regret my decision. I do, however, realize that I am privy to the many secrets my master keeps. He has never lied to me; therefore, I will keep his secrets safe.
I did not think such things the first day. He had, after all, killed a man that was supposed to be his friend.
I followed Casimir out of the dusty tomb that had been my home for so long and into the bright, sun-scorched desert. I was immediately filled. The void I felt within myself disappeared under the once familiar sun. I lingered outside the tomb, letting the blistering hot sand burn my bare feet. I did not feel pain the same as I did in life. It was distant. I rocked back on my heels, my eyes closed and a faint smile on my lips.
I temporarily forgot my anger.
Then his tall form blocked the sun. I opened my eyes and sighed softly. His arms were crossed, not impatiently, but I was keeping him from leaving. "You'll have plenty of time to come back. For now, I need to go home."
I nodded. "My apologies."
He turned and began to walk. I noticed a faint difference in him from the time I first laid eyes on him and his friend to the current moment. He had a wild, untamed look in his pale gray eyes despite his outward coolness. Now, his eyes had dulled considerably. A normal person would have missed this minute detail entirely.
But, though I disapproved of his actions in the tomb, I followed him faithfully. As far I knew, I could not die. I was technically dead, yes, but my soul persisted in life. I could not wander aimlessly without a purpose. It was in my blood to serve and serve I would.
Soon, a vaguely familiar city came into view. He paused and turned to me. “Delilah, go back to your matyr form. You’ll stand out less. Normally I wouldn’t care, but today, I’m in no mood to deal with the curiosity of idiots.”
I did as he requested. I looked on at the city with ardor. How I missed my home. I knew it would not be the same as I remembered, but it eased my spirit knowing it still existed.
He continued his move toward the city and I fell into step beside him. I was so absorbed in my thoughts as I observed the people bustling about the sandy streets that I hardly noticed when we stepped inside the inn. Things had not changed terribly much. I was glad. There were still merchant stands covered with sun bleached linens and children chasing beetles and lizards through the streets.
“You can reminisce later, come on,” my master ordered. I followed him to his room and sat by the door once he closed it. He pulled off his cloak and boots before lying on the bed. He did not sleep. He simply lay there on his side, staring into the empty space between us.
I watched him silently, wondering what happened inside him to scare the beast away. I barely knew him, yet I knew that this was not like him. For days he was like this. He moved only to eat and relieve himself. His sullen expression went unchanging. I remained near him, but distant.
By the sixth day, I saw a slight change. His hands were balled tightly, trembling slightly with his furious grip. My nose picked up the scent of blood. I knew then that I had to help him out of his stupor. I changed back to my human form and walked carefully to his side, kneeling next to the bed. I took one of his hands and pried his fingers open. Bright red stained his palm where his nails had dug deeply, relentlessly. I healed his marks without question. My eyes met his and I saw change. They had regained their natural ferocity.
He spoke then, his voice raspy from his days of silence, but strong as ever. “You’ll breathe not a single word to anyone about what you’ve seen here.”
I nodded. I did not intend to speak of this to a single soul.
At the time, I did not understand what he was doing in those six days on silence, but I learned later. I realized why he wanted me to tell no one what he had been like.
Even a monster learns to grieve if his loss is great enough.
I'm wondering if I should just change my NaNo idea to rewriting gotter as fiction rather than fanfiction since the base of the story is actually norse mythology rather than the game. I've been playing with that idea for a long time, but now I actually have a reason to do it.
Opinions? :D?