Pryde's Choice E-Book

Kevis Hendrickson

• Herausgeber: Kevis Hendrickson
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

After committing a horrible crime against the Gaiad, the eternal guardians of the woods, a remorseful knight is forced to confront his demons. Pryde’s Choice is a heroic tale of redemption and hope reminding us that it’s never too late to make amends for the past."Pryde’s Choice" is a 4,240 word fantasy short story that recounts the adventures of a heroic knight fighting to come to terms with the wrongs he has done and the price he must pay to absolve himself of his sins.

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PRYDE'S CHOICE

This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or any third-party publishers.

Pryde's Choice

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Copyright © 2011 Kevis Hendrickson

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Pryde’s Choice

I can remember the look in her eyes the day I killed her. There was nobility I had not witnessed in the gaze of the mightiest of kings or virtuous of knights, eyes that were bright enough to have been formed from the very flames of the sun. Otherworldly was her gaze, too—and sad. She had entranced me with her eyes that were so remarkable to behold that it seemed forbidden for me to take even a glimpse at them. And my own vision was burned for it. How those eyes haunted me now—those all-seeing eyes with the golden sheen that singed my soul like switch-eating flame.

But my fate was decided the day I saw those eyes, a pitiful fate for a man who had shown his victim no pity. It did not matter to me that my victim was unarmed or growing with child. For I yearned for her death with such desire that the thought of it made my blood race. To kill this beautiful creature was all that mattered to me. So little did I think of the consequences of my actions when I slew her; with the bright edge of my sword I slaughtered her like the ones who had slaughtered my family. It was with vengeance in my heart that I struck her. I had imbued all my hatred of her kind in the single merciless blow that sent her to her death. When I slew her, the memory of my dead wife's face came back to me with frightening clarity. Then I cried out in horror. For I would never again look into my wife's gaze or feel her warm caress. Nor would I ever again hear the sound of her voice or my children's laughter. It was because of the cruel lords of the woods that I would never see them again. For they—the Gaiad—had killed them.

Or so I thought.

I was so blinded by my rage that it never occurred to me I could be wrong. But how could I know the Gaiad were not responsible for the death of my family? How could I know they were innocent of the crimes against me? I had always loathed them, as I did all immortal beings: the lords of the woods, the Gaiad, and their brethren-race, the Elves. For they walked the earth as though they were Gods and Men were beneath their notice. ''Make way for the Elf-lords!'' they cried. ''Behold the Gaiad!'' Long have Men held them in fear and reverence. But I hated them, as did my father and his father before him, and so on. It was always this way. I had inherited the hate of many generations and passed it on to my children in turn. It was for this reason that I was doomed.