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Almost a month ago
“I need to go.”
Narchsissus let his quiver drop on the ground. Only then he raised his eyes to look at the red haired centaur in front of him.
“What do you mean?”
Brimelle repeated her words, apathetically.
“I need to go.” She muttered, “I want to. This place is too boring for my taste, there is no sense in being a bard if no other people, aside your tribe, can hear you.”
He didn’t believe it. Of course, she just wanted to leave now, for such a stupid reason. He picked up the quiver, fetching the arrows that had flown out of it. He continued the conversation while he was bent down.
“Your argumentation is pretty feeble.” He said, smiling sardonically. “If you are going to lie, do it decently.”
As he went back up on his hooves, he noticed how she wasn’t looking at him. She kept her eyes on the opening of the tent, as if afraid that a draconian could jump in at any moment.
“I cannot lie to you. You know me too well.”
Her voice sounded like a whisper, her face was pale and her pupils were incredibly small, almost like the tip of a needle, even though the inside of the tent was scarcely lightened by the sun rays filtering through the waterproof leather.
“Are you.. scared of something?”
She shook her head, immediately, “No, it’s nothing. I thought I heard something.”
He didn’t fall for it, “What are you afraid of?”
Silence.
“Are you blaming yourself for what happened to Jaxhint?” She trembled for half a second, Narchsissus noticed it, “It is not your fault. We are centaurs, it is normal to have something like this happen to us. I have seen it many times in Abanasinia, especially with all of those elves trying to hunt big preys down, it is not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” She was now looking at him in the eyes. He could clearly see the thin veil of tears that was covering her beautiful green iris, “Have you seen how he was? How our WHOLE tribe treated him?! I.. I cannot forgive myself..”
She turned around, taking her way to the exit.
“Anyway, I just came here to say goodbye. I have packed everything I may need, so I am leaving now.”
As her hand went for the leather fold that was used to over the entrance, the strong and vigorous hand of the male centaur went to block it.
“You can go, but know this”, he uttered in a warm tone, the way somebody would talk to their lover, “I will follow you anywhere. I will follow you to the end. You took my heart already; now, the least you can do, is to lead me into the darkness you are facing.”
She turned around, looked at him. “How can I..”, she was on the verge of tears, “..guide you if I cannot tell you what the darkness I am facing is? In this darkness, you will be blind.”
“Your light will shine on me.”
Brimelle was utterly speechless. He neared her.
“Do not leave. Do not leave ME.”
Her face twisted into a grimace of misery.
“I cannot stay.”
He let go of her hand.
She made a few step backwards and ran out of the tent.
He stared at her figure until he could not see it anymore.
They cried.
Today
Kalicanthus ran into Narchsissus’s tent. “Narx! Haven’t yah heard!?”
The male centaur jolted from the pallet where he was resting while polishing a newly made spear, only to find himself staring at the prosperous “balcony” of the turbulent blonde. Her breasts had the peculiar habit to enter a place before the rest of her body, everybody liked to joke about it. Diverting his eyes from such a sight, while letting go of the weapon, he looked at the agitated figure of Kalicanthus, raising slowly an eyebrow.
“ Stop calling me Narx, try to learn how to speak like a proper centaur for once, you sound like a gully dwarf”, then he asked, “What is it? Did the Borican twins burn Orancle’s tent again?”
She shook her head with a preoccupied look.
“Nope! My bro told me that he had a vision!” She lowered her voice, “He saying that it was ‘bout..” She lowered her voice once more, “…Brimelle!”
Narchsissus’s jaw dropped, then he recomposed himself. “Did you tell this to anyone else?”
“Nah, yah know how it is. No one want to have nothing to do with Brim, they all started saying bad words ‘bout her since the day she left. Even her father doesn’t want to be bothered! And- hey, watch it!”
Kalicanthus got shoved aside as Narchsissus ran out of his tent, looking around as if lost in his own tribe settlement. The blond centaur came to stand next to him.
“Yah know, it’s quite rude to shove off somebody like that…” she took him arm in arm, “Now, quit that scared little lamb expression yah got on your face and we can go see my bro.”
Without waiting for his answer, she started leading him through the “village”, while her mouth kept exposing the reasons of her actions.
“Jax had ‘nother of his visions, yah know how it goes. First thing he told me when he woke up was ta come here and get yah. Didn’t really explain why, but I can see it’s something important! Said something ‘bout Brim too, we were best friends after all, but didn’t go further. Hope you can get something else out of his mouth, my bro sometimes scares me a bit. But, after the accident, who knew he would’ve turned out like this? Gosh, remember? Blood everywhere! And everyone was screaming and the healer was late and….”
He wasn’t listening to her. His ears were deaf, his eyes were blind. His hooves were moving from inertia, guided by the enthusiastic centaur at his side. His mind went back to that fateful day, one month ago, when he had to say goodbye to the love of his life, still wondering why she had left with such a hurry, why she had left him behind. He regained what little was left of his consciousness when they reached Jaxhint’s tent.
“There we go! Com’on! Get inside and talk to him. I can’t stay, gotta wash Orancle’s tent. You were right, the twins DID actually burn it down again!” She trotted away leaving the everlost Narchsissus with a wink and a “Good luck!”
Narchissus was alone in front of the tent. He dared not enter. Finally, his hooves decided that it was the right time to move and got the front half of the centaur to cross the threshold.
“..Hello?”
No one answered. His eyes were just adjusting to the darkness of the place when a flash of light blinded him for half a second.
“Oh. It is you. You finally came.” A voice spoke from the depths of the tent, a voice wielding a just lit lamp, “I was waiting for you. My sister did her job, I must suppose.”
Narchsissus blinked a few times only to discover what he already knew: the thin and frail figure of Jaxhint stood in front of him, his left hand closed over the metal of the oil powered lamp while the right one was shaking in the intent of extinguishing the fire of a match.
“She also told me that you have had a vision. About Brimelle.”
Jaxhint smiled a crooked smile. “Indeed, I have.” He came closer to his interlocutor, limping. Narchsissus tried not to look at the stump that Jax was sporting were once his right front leg was, but his eyes moved without his consent; he felt like he was going to puke out his internal organs.
“When somebody is talking to you, it is polite to look them in the eyes.” Jaxhint remarked, noticing the grimace of disgust in Narchsissus’s eyes, who promptly shook his head, made a few steps backwards and stared at the frail centaur reluctantly.
“Tell me what you saw, I want to know.”
“My, my, why do you not come inside, first? I hate having conversations where my interlocutor is only halfway in my tent.” This being said, he turned around, placing the lamp on a hook that came down from the beam sustaining the ceiling. “Oh, and close the door, while you are at it.”
Narchsissus obeyed, calmly sitting down in front of the other centaur. Jaxhint was enjoying it, it was fairly obvious, that sick pervert. With an air of superiority, he looked down at the dark brown half-horse-half-man.
“Stand up, I did not give you the permission to sit down.”
“Quit treating me as if I were an animal.” Narchsissus protested.
“My vision, my rules.” He was answered teasingly, “Now, how can I know that you are really willing to know what I know about Brimelle?”
As the other nodded fervently, Jax opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it, laughing almost maniacally, loving the expression of despair on Narch’s face.
“Please, tell me already!!” He raised his voice hoping to scare the fragile centaur, but he didn’t move a muscle aside for his lips which were twisting into a more horrific smile. Narchsissus felt as if he was losing it. “You want to know that I am willing to sacrifice everything for her?! I love her, I am! I AM!”
Narchsissus wondered how nobody was hearing the yells coming from Jax’s tent, but then he remembered that, while he was coming to meet his opponent, he and Kalicanthus saw nobody in the streets between the various settlements. There was probably a hunting game or everybody else had something better to do.
While Narch was lost in his trail of thoughts, Jax neared the vigorous opponent and offered him a carved knife, probably enchanted, he had just picked up from a basket not too far from him.
“My leg was the proof of MY love. Show me that you are brave enough to love her too.”
Narchsissus took the knife in his hands. His whole body was trembling. He looked at Jaxhint, then at the blade and then back at Jaxhint; he was just standing there, laughing, sure that he would not dare to deface his body. After all, for all centaurs, their body is a sacred thing: not even a little scar shall ruin such perfection that is the centaur physique.
Narchsissus closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness. Both around him and around his mind. Even Jaxhint mocking words were muffled by that thick veil of black surrounding his thoughts. He almost thought of giving up. Suddenly, the image of a red-haired centaur in a white coat came to him. Her laughter, her tears, her kisses…
“In this darkness, you will be blind.”
“Your light will shine on me.”
He started cutting.
At first he simply cut his left cheek, a deep and long cut, the blood started pouring out immediately. He opened his eyes only to have the horrified expression of Jaxhint in front of him. But it wasn’t enough, no, it wasn’t enough. Jaxhint found his posture again, looking at Narchsissus unimpressed, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. The bleeding centaur cut his face again, this time his lips, a very, very small cut on the right side of his mouth. Jaxhint didn’t move a muscle.
“Is this… enough?” He could not talk properly: he felt his blood inside his mouth and it disgusted him. The mental stress he was undergoing kept making him want to vomit, but he could not show such a weakness to his opponent.
“Not quite.” Jaxhint answered. It was pretty clear he was rather disgusted by the sight he had in front of him too. “You have to do a lot better than this if you want to prove me your love.” The last part was accompanied by a, once again, mocking laugh.
Narchsissus moaned lightly, wielded the knife once again and cut other two wounds across his right eye. Even though his hand trembled, he was lucky enough not to blind himself, but not to finally get the information he was searching for. In a last attempt to showing his dedication and love towards Brimelle, he grabbed the carved handle and struck two long, deep cuts into his abdomen and chest, forming a cross. He screamed his pain out loud. His head was light from the blood loss while he could tell, just by glancing at Jaxhint face, that he must have been looking like a ghost.
Narchsissus let go of the knife, which dropped on the ground with a dumb “thud”. The other centaur seemed fairly impressed with the sacrifice he made. He neared him, careful not to stain his coat with the pouring red, warm blood, bent a little and whispered in his ear.
“I underestimated you. Here is what you need, what I saw in my vision.”
When Narchsissus came out of the tent, Kalicanthus was outside, waiting. She hurried towards him, offering him her aid, but looking at him with a sense of disgust. This is the price I pay, he thought to himself, and I would pay it a thousand times more if it could help me to bring her back to me.As Kalicanthus tended to his still bleeding wounds, he muttered, “I am leaving."
"Leaving?!” She looked at him concerned, “What the heck yah think yah’re doin’? Are Yah crazy?!”
At first he answered with a glorious sharp glare, then words followed.
“Your brother told me where Brimelle is. Or where she was, or where she will be. At least this is what he told me, his visions are rather confusing.” He stood up, stretching his back legs a bit.
“But… what about yahr wounds! We should at least wait for the healer, he’ll know how to fix them up, avoid the scars-“
“No use.” Narchsissus was already on his way to his tent. “These wounds were made with an enchanted knife. I doubt that the scars will disappear that easily.”
Kalicanthus remained speechless as she saw the male centaur disappear in his tent while the other habitants of the settlements, who were now populating the streets, were looking at him in curiosity mixed to disgust.
Narchsissus did not mind. He just thought about Jaxhint’s words, about his vision and about what he told him before chasing him away from his private alcove. He repeated them as if they were a sort of mantra.
“No farewell could be the last one. If you long to meet again…”
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Almost a month ago
“I need to go.”
Narchsissus let his quiver drop on the ground. Only then he raised his eyes to look at the red haired centaur in front of him.
“What do you mean?”
Brimelle repeated her words, apathetically.
“I need to go.” She muttered, “I want to. This place is too boring for my taste, there is no sense in being a bard if no other people, aside your tribe, can hear you.”
He didn’t believe it. Of course, she just wanted to leave now, for such a stupid reason. He picked up the quiver, fetching the arrows that had flown out of it. He continued the conversation while he was bent down.
“Your argumentation is pretty feeble.” He said, smiling sardonically. “If you are going to lie, do it decently.”
As he went back up on his hooves, he noticed how she wasn’t looking at him. She kept her eyes on the opening of the tent, as if afraid that a draconian could jump in at any moment.
“I cannot lie to you. You know me too well.”
Her voice sounded like a whisper, her face was pale and her pupils were incredibly small, almost like the tip of a needle, even though the inside of the tent was scarcely lightened by the sun rays filtering through the waterproof leather.
“Are you.. scared of something?”
She shook her head, immediately, “No, it’s nothing. I thought I heard something.”
He didn’t fall for it, “What are you afraid of?”
Silence.
“Are you blaming yourself for what happened to Jaxhint?” She trembled for half a second, Narchsissus noticed it, “It is not your fault. We are centaurs, it is normal to have something like this happen to us. I have seen it many times in Abanasinia, especially with all of those elves trying to hunt big preys down, it is not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?” She was now looking at him in the eyes. He could clearly see the thin veil of tears that was covering her beautiful green iris, “Have you seen how he was? How our WHOLE tribe treated him?! I.. I cannot forgive myself..”
She turned around, taking her way to the exit.
“Anyway, I just came here to say goodbye. I have packed everything I may need, so I am leaving now.”
As her hand went for the leather fold that was used to over the entrance, the strong and vigorous hand of the male centaur went to block it.
“You can go, but know this”, he uttered in a warm tone, the way somebody would talk to their lover, “I will follow you anywhere. I will follow you to the end. You took my heart already; now, the least you can do, is to lead me into the darkness you are facing.”
She turned around, looked at him. “How can I..”, she was on the verge of tears, “..guide you if I cannot tell you what the darkness I am facing is? In this darkness, you will be blind.”
“Your light will shine on me.”
Brimelle was utterly speechless. He neared her.
“Do not leave. Do not leave ME.”
Her face twisted into a grimace of misery.
“I cannot stay.”
He let go of her hand.
She made a few step backwards and ran out of the tent.
He stared at her figure until he could not see it anymore.
They cried.
Today
Kalicanthus ran into Narchsissus’s tent. “Narx! Haven’t yah heard!?”
The male centaur jolted from the pallet where he was resting while polishing a newly made spear, only to find himself staring at the prosperous “balcony” of the turbulent blonde. Her breasts had the peculiar habit to enter a place before the rest of her body, everybody liked to joke about it. Diverting his eyes from such a sight, while letting go of the weapon, he looked at the agitated figure of Kalicanthus, raising slowly an eyebrow.
“ Stop calling me Narx, try to learn how to speak like a proper centaur for once, you sound like a gully dwarf”, then he asked, “What is it? Did the Borican twins burn Orancle’s tent again?”
She shook her head with a preoccupied look.
“Nope! My bro told me that he had a vision!” She lowered her voice, “He saying that it was ‘bout..” She lowered her voice once more, “…Brimelle!”
Narchsissus’s jaw dropped, then he recomposed himself. “Did you tell this to anyone else?”
“Nah, yah know how it is. No one want to have nothing to do with Brim, they all started saying bad words ‘bout her since the day she left. Even her father doesn’t want to be bothered! And- hey, watch it!”
Kalicanthus got shoved aside as Narchsissus ran out of his tent, looking around as if lost in his own tribe settlement. The blond centaur came to stand next to him.
“Yah know, it’s quite rude to shove off somebody like that…” she took him arm in arm, “Now, quit that scared little lamb expression yah got on your face and we can go see my bro.”
Without waiting for his answer, she started leading him through the “village”, while her mouth kept exposing the reasons of her actions.
“Jax had ‘nother of his visions, yah know how it goes. First thing he told me when he woke up was ta come here and get yah. Didn’t really explain why, but I can see it’s something important! Said something ‘bout Brim too, we were best friends after all, but didn’t go further. Hope you can get something else out of his mouth, my bro sometimes scares me a bit. But, after the accident, who knew he would’ve turned out like this? Gosh, remember? Blood everywhere! And everyone was screaming and the healer was late and….”
He wasn’t listening to her. His ears were deaf, his eyes were blind. His hooves were moving from inertia, guided by the enthusiastic centaur at his side. His mind went back to that fateful day, one month ago, when he had to say goodbye to the love of his life, still wondering why she had left with such a hurry, why she had left him behind. He regained what little was left of his consciousness when they reached Jaxhint’s tent.
“There we go! Com’on! Get inside and talk to him. I can’t stay, gotta wash Orancle’s tent. You were right, the twins DID actually burn it down again!” She trotted away leaving the everlost Narchsissus with a wink and a “Good luck!”
Narchissus was alone in front of the tent. He dared not enter. Finally, his hooves decided that it was the right time to move and got the front half of the centaur to cross the threshold.
“..Hello?”
No one answered. His eyes were just adjusting to the darkness of the place when a flash of light blinded him for half a second.
“Oh. It is you. You finally came.” A voice spoke from the depths of the tent, a voice wielding a just lit lamp, “I was waiting for you. My sister did her job, I must suppose.”
Narchsissus blinked a few times only to discover what he already knew: the thin and frail figure of Jaxhint stood in front of him, his left hand closed over the metal of the oil powered lamp while the right one was shaking in the intent of extinguishing the fire of a match.
“She also told me that you have had a vision. About Brimelle.”
Jaxhint smiled a crooked smile. “Indeed, I have.” He came closer to his interlocutor, limping. Narchsissus tried not to look at the stump that Jax was sporting were once his right front leg was, but his eyes moved without his consent; he felt like he was going to puke out his internal organs.
“When somebody is talking to you, it is polite to look them in the eyes.” Jaxhint remarked, noticing the grimace of disgust in Narchsissus’s eyes, who promptly shook his head, made a few steps backwards and stared at the frail centaur reluctantly.
“Tell me what you saw, I want to know.”
“My, my, why do you not come inside, first? I hate having conversations where my interlocutor is only halfway in my tent.” This being said, he turned around, placing the lamp on a hook that came down from the beam sustaining the ceiling. “Oh, and close the door, while you are at it.”
Narchsissus obeyed, calmly sitting down in front of the other centaur. Jaxhint was enjoying it, it was fairly obvious, that sick pervert. With an air of superiority, he looked down at the dark brown half-horse-half-man.
“Stand up, I did not give you the permission to sit down.”
“Quit treating me as if I were an animal.” Narchsissus protested.
“My vision, my rules.” He was answered teasingly, “Now, how can I know that you are really willing to know what I know about Brimelle?”
As the other nodded fervently, Jax opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it, laughing almost maniacally, loving the expression of despair on Narch’s face.
“Please, tell me already!!” He raised his voice hoping to scare the fragile centaur, but he didn’t move a muscle aside for his lips which were twisting into a more horrific smile. Narchsissus felt as if he was losing it. “You want to know that I am willing to sacrifice everything for her?! I love her, I am! I AM!”
Narchsissus wondered how nobody was hearing the yells coming from Jax’s tent, but then he remembered that, while he was coming to meet his opponent, he and Kalicanthus saw nobody in the streets between the various settlements. There was probably a hunting game or everybody else had something better to do.
While Narch was lost in his trail of thoughts, Jax neared the vigorous opponent and offered him a carved knife, probably enchanted, he had just picked up from a basket not too far from him.
“My leg was the proof of MY love. Show me that you are brave enough to love her too.”
Narchsissus took the knife in his hands. His whole body was trembling. He looked at Jaxhint, then at the blade and then back at Jaxhint; he was just standing there, laughing, sure that he would not dare to deface his body. After all, for all centaurs, their body is a sacred thing: not even a little scar shall ruin such perfection that is the centaur physique.
Narchsissus closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness. Both around him and around his mind. Even Jaxhint mocking words were muffled by that thick veil of black surrounding his thoughts. He almost thought of giving up. Suddenly, the image of a red-haired centaur in a white coat came to him. Her laughter, her tears, her kisses…
“In this darkness, you will be blind.”
“Your light will shine on me.”
He started cutting.
At first he simply cut his left cheek, a deep and long cut, the blood started pouring out immediately. He opened his eyes only to have the horrified expression of Jaxhint in front of him. But it wasn’t enough, no, it wasn’t enough. Jaxhint found his posture again, looking at Narchsissus unimpressed, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. The bleeding centaur cut his face again, this time his lips, a very, very small cut on the right side of his mouth. Jaxhint didn’t move a muscle.
“Is this… enough?” He could not talk properly: he felt his blood inside his mouth and it disgusted him. The mental stress he was undergoing kept making him want to vomit, but he could not show such a weakness to his opponent.
“Not quite.” Jaxhint answered. It was pretty clear he was rather disgusted by the sight he had in front of him too. “You have to do a lot better than this if you want to prove me your love.” The last part was accompanied by a, once again, mocking laugh.
Narchsissus moaned lightly, wielded the knife once again and cut other two wounds across his right eye. Even though his hand trembled, he was lucky enough not to blind himself, but not to finally get the information he was searching for. In a last attempt to showing his dedication and love towards Brimelle, he grabbed the carved handle and struck two long, deep cuts into his abdomen and chest, forming a cross. He screamed his pain out loud. His head was light from the blood loss while he could tell, just by glancing at Jaxhint face, that he must have been looking like a ghost.
Narchsissus let go of the knife, which dropped on the ground with a dumb “thud”. The other centaur seemed fairly impressed with the sacrifice he made. He neared him, careful not to stain his coat with the pouring red, warm blood, bent a little and whispered in his ear.
“I underestimated you. Here is what you need, what I saw in my vision.”
When Narchsissus came out of the tent, Kalicanthus was outside, waiting. She hurried towards him, offering him her aid, but looking at him with a sense of disgust. This is the price I pay, he thought to himself, and I would pay it a thousand times more if it could help me to bring her back to me.As Kalicanthus tended to his still bleeding wounds, he muttered, “I am leaving."
"Leaving?!” She looked at him concerned, “What the heck yah think yah’re doin’? Are Yah crazy?!”
At first he answered with a glorious sharp glare, then words followed.
“Your brother told me where Brimelle is. Or where she was, or where she will be. At least this is what he told me, his visions are rather confusing.” He stood up, stretching his back legs a bit.
“But… what about yahr wounds! We should at least wait for the healer, he’ll know how to fix them up, avoid the scars-“
“No use.” Narchsissus was already on his way to his tent. “These wounds were made with an enchanted knife. I doubt that the scars will disappear that easily.”
Kalicanthus remained speechless as she saw the male centaur disappear in his tent while the other habitants of the settlements, who were now populating the streets, were looking at him in curiosity mixed to disgust.
Narchsissus did not mind. He just thought about Jaxhint’s words, about his vision and about what he told him before chasing him away from his private alcove. He repeated them as if they were a sort of mantra.
“No farewell could be the last one. If you long to meet again…”
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