Roland Durendal
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Unaware
Alistair slipped through the woods silently, his long dark coat and worn boots concealing him from his quarry. He had been tracking his target for weeks and now he was closing in on it. He crested a hill and took in his surroundings. A break in the trees revealed the ruins of a homestead spread amongst the open glen. A brief glimpse of a shadow as it moves into an old barn, the only complete structure still standing caught his eye in the late afternoon light. His prey would be more dangerous during the night, if he hurried, he could catch it before the sun set.
By Roland Durendal3 years ago in Fiction
The Locket
He picked up the glass and took a sip grimacing slightly at the taste. In his hand sat a heart-shaped locket, the only clue to the past life he could not remember. He pressed the gem in the center and the recording stored inside played in front of him. A beautiful woman with long dark hair smiled up at him, her carefree face, and bright blue eyes alight with it. A blond-haired child, a girl he thought barely more than a year or two, toddled around giggling. The image of the child turned and faced him, her bright blue eyes full of life, "I yuh you, dada" she giggled as she ran unsteadily back to the woman who scooped her up and held her in her lap. "We love you,” the woman said, “come home to us.” Though her smile never dimmed, there was sadness that accompanied her plea. Then the image faded and disappeared waiting until he chose to play it again. A wave of agony ran through him. He had no memory of the woman or child, but deep inside he knew he was the one for whom the message had been left.
By Roland Durendal3 years ago in Fiction