PART I
(0:00)
The heralds sounded, letting Faernagh know that the king had entered the
room. The voice of king Rayhieg filled the entire throne room, as the
battle raged on outside the royal castle.
"This war is draining our life. Our village is in great danger. We can't
go on without help. Therefore, you must seek out the wise sage, living
beyond the forests. It will not be easy, my dear Faernagh, mark my words,
but it is vital for our village."
Faernagh rose his head slowly, looking into the sad face of his king.
"I will not let you down, my lord. I am as anxious as you are. It is
with honor I accept this quest."
(0:41)
Faernagh stepped out of the castle. It was getting dark already. He took a
deep breath, said a quick prayer, and ventured into the woods...
PART II
(1:05)
Faernagh was not a very strong man, but he wasn't weak either. He
struggled through a swamp, ran over the hills, climbed a great rift,
occasionally defending himself against enemy spies. Never had he been as
determined as he was now.
It was getting brighter already. "I must have been running all night..."
(1:50)
There! There in a small clearing it was, the tiny hut. The residence of
the sage, whose name was already forgotten. The dwelling place of the one
man, that could save Faernagh and his fellow villagers.
(2:04)
He seemed like a merry fellow at first. "Come on in, Faernagh! *cough
cough* I'd make ye a cup of tea if not those damned soldiers came by and
raided my home... They stole almost everything I treasure."
There was something strange about this man. He seemed quick, and his body
was much younger than his face, but still Faernagh couldn't help but
thinking that something was not right. And what was that about this raid??
(2:30)
And before he could even tell the sage about his errand, Faernagh's
suspicions were confirmed. The sage turned very pale, and now Faernagh
noticed the wounds. The only man that could save the village was
stumbling across the floor. He fell down. Lifeless. Sure enough, he was
dead...
PART III
(2:45)
Panic. Faernagh did not know what to do. He dashed out the door and ran
into the woods again. He cried, for he had failed his quest. What would
king Rayhieg say? The village was doomed. Faernagh himself was doomed.
He stopped for a moment. The sun was shining down on him. It was if it was
trying to blind him. And the terrible heat! He was sweating. Perspiring.
It was truly hot. "This can't be true", he said for himself, "the sun is
never this burning hot".
(3:30)
Then he arrived at his burning village. The enemy's horns were still
sounding. The sound of triumph, for them. Faernagh only heard a sad
melody. The melody of failure. His friends were all dead. And soon,
Faernagh himself took his life. As he lied on the ashes, on the remains of
his home, bleeding to death, all he could think was:
"It's all been in vain..."
And the fire slowly consumed his body...
In Vain
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by Ghormak
aslotte@hotmail.com
Big thanks to Claymore for most of the samples.
