Chapter 2 – Takvor
Sacheverell looked down at the sleeping elf and sighed. Why would she keep him here so long. It’s been almost a year since that woman sent for us.
He turned around and beckoned Eachann closer. “Call me when he awakens. I need to speak with him.” “Yes, commander” the soldier responded. Eachann had great respect for Sacheverell. He was a great and mighty commander and never made the wrong choices before. But ever since this lad joined them Eachann felt a bit…well unnerved.
Something about this elf unnerved him and even worse, he has to guard him. What if the elf wakes up one day and remembers who he is. Who is he? Mabye he’s a Dwarf killer and he’ll chop all our heads off. Mercy be! I’ll n…” “Eachann!” Sacheverell shouted
Eachann almost jumped out of his armour. “Y-y-yes Commander?” he stuttered.“You may close the door now and stop dreaming” the Dwarf said with a smile.
“Apologies Commander. I was just thinking…well…what if he is a…well who is he?”
“That is what we all want to know Officer.” He sighed. “We will know nothing until he speaks.” The dwarf walked down the stone corridor, his huge feet covered with steel armor clanging on the stone tiles.
Sacheverell walked into the room of his advisor and trusted friend, Onesimus.
“Onesimus, have you heard nothing from that elf-woman?”
“No my friend. Not since she called for us. Why did she bring him here? Moulingsu of all places. This is our mountain. We want peace and who knows what this elf’s presence here will bring.” Onesimus said.“Yes yes I know. I just wish he would speak. He hasn’t said a word since he arrived here.”“Is it time for his drink yet?”
Onesimus asked“I think it is. Let us take it to him” Sacheverell opened a drawer and took the mixture from it. It was an awfully brilliant blue colour.
The woman who sent the elf here gave this to him with the instructions to let him drink a drop everyday. She said the elf was sick and the mixture would help him heal, but Sacheverell had his doubts.
He thought it made the boy even more ill. He had been playing around with an idea for weeks now. What if I stop giving him the concoction? Perhaps he will recover.
“Onesimus, what if I don’t give the boy the mixture?”
“Why?” Onesimus looked confused.
“If there was the slightest chance this is making him more sick” he looked at the container “wouldn’t you want to stop giving it to him?
“Well of course! You don’t think this is the cause do you?”Sacheverell looked worried.
“I do”
“Then we should stop! At once. The woman isn’t here and I doubt she’ll be coming back.”
With that Sacheverell threw the container against the wall. The liquid ran down the wall and with it the secrets that it kept.
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