020: Supine - Octopath - A New Day Brings
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vocab_drabblesTitle: A New Day Brings
Fandom: Octopath Traveler
Author:elidelio
Rating: G
Word Count: 365
Summary: Before everything began, Olberic believed his story had already ended.
A sword slashed through the air, and with it, a king was felled, a country defeated, and a heart betrayed.
Olberic awoke from his nightmare not with a sweat-soaked back and a beating heart, but with a low sigh of resignation. He had seen that scene many times in his dreams, at some point, he would see it every time he so much as closed his eyes. Each time was just as vivid as the original. Just as real.
At first, the memories would anger him. His throat would burn and his chest would constrict every time he thought about Erhardt taking his sword and murdering his king right before his eyes. In the dreams, he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and cut the man down where he stood, but every time he got close, the man he once considered a friend would smile at him mockingly and pierce him through the gut with his sword. Not once did he ever come close to thwarting him, not even his dreams would grant him that respite.
After a few years, the memories no longer stirred him. He remained supine as everything was taken from him over and over again; his land, his liege, his friend, his reason. Nothing remained. Only the bitter aftertaste of a hatred so numbed with age it had simply become a dull, ever-present ache.
He’d been able to move on since then, somewhat. Granted that being an anonymous combat instructor in a lonely town was nowhere near where he thought his life was heading almost a decade ago, but at least he had found a reason to keep going. For now.
The sounds of the village beginning it’s day brought Olberic back from his brooding. It was too early for the children to be up yet, but with how enthusiastic a few of them had been about learning swordsmanship recently, he knew it was just a matter of time before they came looking for him.
Olberic got up and donned his clothes, getting ready for the day ahead. At least for today, he had a reason to wield his sword. Who knows what tomorrow would bring?
Fandom: Octopath Traveler
Author:
elidelioRating: G
Word Count: 365
Summary: Before everything began, Olberic believed his story had already ended.
A sword slashed through the air, and with it, a king was felled, a country defeated, and a heart betrayed.
Olberic awoke from his nightmare not with a sweat-soaked back and a beating heart, but with a low sigh of resignation. He had seen that scene many times in his dreams, at some point, he would see it every time he so much as closed his eyes. Each time was just as vivid as the original. Just as real.
At first, the memories would anger him. His throat would burn and his chest would constrict every time he thought about Erhardt taking his sword and murdering his king right before his eyes. In the dreams, he wanted nothing more than to rush forward and cut the man down where he stood, but every time he got close, the man he once considered a friend would smile at him mockingly and pierce him through the gut with his sword. Not once did he ever come close to thwarting him, not even his dreams would grant him that respite.
After a few years, the memories no longer stirred him. He remained supine as everything was taken from him over and over again; his land, his liege, his friend, his reason. Nothing remained. Only the bitter aftertaste of a hatred so numbed with age it had simply become a dull, ever-present ache.
He’d been able to move on since then, somewhat. Granted that being an anonymous combat instructor in a lonely town was nowhere near where he thought his life was heading almost a decade ago, but at least he had found a reason to keep going. For now.
The sounds of the village beginning it’s day brought Olberic back from his brooding. It was too early for the children to be up yet, but with how enthusiastic a few of them had been about learning swordsmanship recently, he knew it was just a matter of time before they came looking for him.
Olberic got up and donned his clothes, getting ready for the day ahead. At least for today, he had a reason to wield his sword. Who knows what tomorrow would bring?
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Date: 2022-09-02 06:11 am (UTC)