by GoldenStateOfMind » Sat Oct 15, 2011 12:30 pm
Chris found himself in a haze of muddled debate and confusion. Sam's words cut him through, left him dizzy and not feeling like himself. He turned groggily to watch Arowin as she approached him, not really paying attention. But then the mark of a bloody hand across Sam's face jerked something up inside Chris and he turned on Arowin, baring his teeth in a snarl, and emitted a low growl of warning that vibrated with fury, defending the one that had tortured him. Seeing Arowin's shocked face snapped him out of the fog and he opened his mouth in a lopsided 'o', horrified with himself and not seeing the reason behind his actions. He tried to form an apology but nothing but a strangled sound came out. Sam had nearly killed him... but it was true, they were wasting their time fighting. Wasn't it? Sam's words bounced around in his head, and somehow he couldn't shake them easily. Chris turned and walked away from Arowin, feeling shame burn through him, and though the reddish haze was gone, the confusion wasn't. Chris was deeply disturbed. Everything in life was twisted now. Chris hadn't been himself for ages. He loved Arowin, he knew that, but they were very different people. Or at least they used to be. Chris had led a simple life, full of youth and innocence and faith, but now he never worshiped the God he had grown to believe in, and he killed and spent his whole life running and persuing, but for what? The war hadn't stopped. The King was still in strong power. He didn't know wrong from right, and he didn't know light from darkness. How far should you go to protect those that you simply cannot shield? Was it not better to protect yourself and keep those you can safe and happy?
Sam almost smiled, but trouble brewed under his skin. The girl Arowin was not reacting to his words, and that disturbed him. However, he clearly had the Prince and the man Chris in his fingers. The problem was, he was still outnumbered, and he could not control others actions, just persuade minds, and that didn't always work, evidently. He tried again, speaking to the Prince. "Have you not seen the damage your uncle does to this kingdom? Have you not heard the cries of those he has cheated, those he has tortured?" Sam leered forward, discolored eyes glinting.
Stephan reared back in surprise and stiff horror. It was true- he was learning of his uncle's wrongs daily now. His world was turning upside down. All he wanted to do was go home, to his father's small peaceful kingdom. Here he learned, though, and he grew, and he became tougher and more aware. Still, though, a young man like himself still often wished for the pampered life, when strangers didn't try and kill you every day. He looked again at Rebecca, who looked extremely frightened.
Who are you to claim you're misunderstood?
~Keep a Golden State of mind~