Oblivion short 1
Jan. 3rd, 2007 10:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cmdr_zoomA man and an orc are traveling along a road. There is also a horse; the orc leads it and the man, at the orc's insistence, rides. The man wears the cassock of a priest, while the orc is clad in a warrior's armor. Behind them is a city in ruins. Ahead of them is destiny.
It is a long journey, and there is time to speak of many things. To fill one of the silences, the man asks, "Tell me about my father."
The orc thinks. How to describe a man known for less than an hour, to a son denied even that? Finally he speaks.
"He was not afraid. He had seen his death and he was not afraid, not for a moment. He did not hide from it behind other men; he met it on his feet, sword in hand. Few men are so brave."
The orc turns his head to look up at the man on horseback. "I wish you could have met him. I wish... I had met him sooner."
Then there is only the clopping of the horse's hooves on the road, and the rustle of the wind through the trees.
It is a long journey, and there is time to speak of many things. To fill one of the silences, the man asks, "Tell me about my father."
The orc thinks. How to describe a man known for less than an hour, to a son denied even that? Finally he speaks.
"He was not afraid. He had seen his death and he was not afraid, not for a moment. He did not hide from it behind other men; he met it on his feet, sword in hand. Few men are so brave."
The orc turns his head to look up at the man on horseback. "I wish you could have met him. I wish... I had met him sooner."
Then there is only the clopping of the horse's hooves on the road, and the rustle of the wind through the trees.