Day 120
discovered hidden in a boot pouch of a dead grayspur
delivered to Shadow Merinae by a friend of a friend of Tynan
truth of origin unknown
log 109
I was there with the Eyeless Crocodile when we rushed the demons.
I was there when we walked away.
Before, when my brother was one of the Chosen Best, who on their honor guarded the Kingspur through sleepless nights, I was only a shadow of my finer brother. I saw my brother's corpse returned to family. I saw his head separated from his fine body. I saw the cut and knew it for a hand I could find.
Later, they said it was the Croc took them all.
I could not believe then, that so small a Crocodile could behead a man bigger than I. Now there is no question. The Kingspur fell to the Croc. All the Chosen Best fell to the Croc. I was told and did not believe.
Even so, I was one who got lessons from the Croc. I was good. The Croc made me better. Perhaps even better than my brother. We trained every day with the Croc. I slept as little as possible, and used the extract to keep me going. My brain hurt with the learning and training.
But the Croc slept less than I. He talked to a wind called Marcus. He had sex with a wind called Keph. He is mad. He is a killer of a fine kind.
He killed my king and my brother. I will be there when he dies.
I love to lay in the grass after all have turned in and listen to the Croc weep before he sleeps. I only wish I knew the why. In front of us he laughs. He trains more of us every day. I want to know the secret of his weeping before I kill him.
Sometimes, he falls in the training. Every one of us leans towards him then, to see if he will die by a spur blade taking him in the moment of his error. It doesn't happen. I do not know what protects him. Every attempt to kill him fails.
I will be there when he dies.
I have sworn.
I was there with the Eyeless Crocodile when we rushed the demons. I was there when we walked away. The battle is hard to remember. The demons had numbers. It was all wrong. A bad battle it was, and we were knowing it was wrong even as the Croc led us into it.
The demons still fought if you took off an arm. The pale-faced black troops were worse than the demons for speed, but it was the demon numbers that would have won the fight. But we walked out. They lost.
The cavalry saved us; coming in from the sides: two forces. The black troops and the demons were crushed up like bird bones between them. We were between them too.
But we walked out.
I was there when the Croc laughed and called us 'flowers' and made us fight for every bloody inch.
Now tonight with the battle over we will camp. Everyone is tired down to their blood. We live and we rest tonight. Even the Croc will rest.
And he will answer my questions about his tears.
Then I will kill him.
Comments (1)
This is one of my fav posts.
Posted by Arref | August 7, 2007 9:48 AM