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G o o d b y e
The sun was beating down on the Garrion Capital. There were no harbingers to indicate the seriousness that today held for Fael, only his mother waking him up extra early. “Today’s the day Fael,” she cooed to him, in an attempt to rouse him from his seemingly deep sleep. The day she was referring too was the day that marked Fael’s voyage to the Kingdom to begin his spiritual mission. The thought of this clearly brought tears to his mother’s eyes, but she wiped them away, attempting to hide her sadness. Fael rose, sitting up straight with a yawn. “I could hardly forget, I’m quite excited,” Fael told her honestly. The young Garrion, soon to be concubine was indeed excited. The ability to serve the Garrion population, and hopefully help expedite an end to the war, brought Fael large quantities of happiness. Getting up and quickly getting dressed, he hopped down the stairs, taking two at a time, landing at the bottom in record time.
That was when he saw, it.
The most beautiful and ornate wooden box, it looked so smooth and soft. His father had likely spent immense amounts of time sanding it down. The box was tinted redish and had a pink jewel encrusted in it, along with smaller golden jewels, and an aesthetically pleasing lock with a keyhole that didn’t actually lock it. Fael’s mouth hung ajar as he ran over to it, rather eagerly. His mother and father stood next to each other, smiling intently. “I-is that mine,” Fael queried, hoping intently that it was, almost wishing. Looking at each other for a moment, his parents replied in unison, “yes Fael, it is your box, every Garrion gets one at this age, and this one is yours.” Two long and skinny arms reached out to embrace the box, hugging it close against his body. Placing it down again on the table, he ran over to his parents, opening his arms wide, it was their turn for a close embrace. It slightly saddened Fael to know that they couldn’t see him, due to their inherent blindness, but that also meant they didn’t have to watch him slowly disappear into the distance, a thought that brought himself immense comfort.
Fael’s father gave him a stern look of parental adoration when Fael released his grip, and said warmly, “You had better hurry along Fael, and your new guardian is waiting for you at the docks to accompany you on your spirit mission. Sliding out of his joy-induced daze, Fael found his way back to reality. “Yes father.” Grabbing his box, and luggage that he had left by the door last night, he ran out of the door, calling over his shoulder, “goodbye mom and dad.”
The various buildings in town whizzed by as Fael ran towards the docks, becoming a blur, and as he got closer and closer the smell of seawater and salt became more discernable. The giant ships meant for cross-ocean voyages were intimidating, large hunks of molded metal towering over the young garrion trainee. Looking about, Fael realized, he had absolutely no idea what his new guardian looked like. Sighing, he turned around about to run, when out of nowhere a towering garrion appeared, and Fael slammed into him.
“Excuse me,” Fael blurted out. “Fael Sien,” the Garrion man said, “I am Cherch, your new guardian, follow me.” Walking ahead, Cherch lead Fael onto a large ship, and on the side was painted ‘S.S Manger.’ Cherch flashed two tickets to the attendant.
“Sit over there, and contemplate your journey, young fledgling.” Cherch moved to the opposite side of the ship, determined to separate himself from Fael, it was already apparent that he hated Fael, but for now the young garrion would remain oblivious. Sitting on the edge of the ship, Fael looked out at the horizon, doing as Cherch instructed, and contemplating his journey.
That was when he saw, it.
The most beautiful and ornate wooden box, it looked so smooth and soft. His father had likely spent immense amounts of time sanding it down. The box was tinted redish and had a pink jewel encrusted in it, along with smaller golden jewels, and an aesthetically pleasing lock with a keyhole that didn’t actually lock it. Fael’s mouth hung ajar as he ran over to it, rather eagerly. His mother and father stood next to each other, smiling intently. “I-is that mine,” Fael queried, hoping intently that it was, almost wishing. Looking at each other for a moment, his parents replied in unison, “yes Fael, it is your box, every Garrion gets one at this age, and this one is yours.” Two long and skinny arms reached out to embrace the box, hugging it close against his body. Placing it down again on the table, he ran over to his parents, opening his arms wide, it was their turn for a close embrace. It slightly saddened Fael to know that they couldn’t see him, due to their inherent blindness, but that also meant they didn’t have to watch him slowly disappear into the distance, a thought that brought himself immense comfort.
Fael’s father gave him a stern look of parental adoration when Fael released his grip, and said warmly, “You had better hurry along Fael, and your new guardian is waiting for you at the docks to accompany you on your spirit mission. Sliding out of his joy-induced daze, Fael found his way back to reality. “Yes father.” Grabbing his box, and luggage that he had left by the door last night, he ran out of the door, calling over his shoulder, “goodbye mom and dad.”
The various buildings in town whizzed by as Fael ran towards the docks, becoming a blur, and as he got closer and closer the smell of seawater and salt became more discernable. The giant ships meant for cross-ocean voyages were intimidating, large hunks of molded metal towering over the young garrion trainee. Looking about, Fael realized, he had absolutely no idea what his new guardian looked like. Sighing, he turned around about to run, when out of nowhere a towering garrion appeared, and Fael slammed into him.
“Excuse me,” Fael blurted out. “Fael Sien,” the Garrion man said, “I am Cherch, your new guardian, follow me.” Walking ahead, Cherch lead Fael onto a large ship, and on the side was painted ‘S.S Manger.’ Cherch flashed two tickets to the attendant.
“Sit over there, and contemplate your journey, young fledgling.” Cherch moved to the opposite side of the ship, determined to separate himself from Fael, it was already apparent that he hated Fael, but for now the young garrion would remain oblivious. Sitting on the edge of the ship, Fael looked out at the horizon, doing as Cherch instructed, and contemplating his journey.
