Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 11:22:36 GMT -4
My name is Breena Callaghan, they call me “Gentle Breeze” and this is my story.
I was born in the South City, Godendar. I have traveled in and out of the neighboring lands since the time I was able to walk, and more than that, actually recall where I was. I was the only child my Human father, and Elven mother ever had the so-called pleasure of rearing. This portion of my life really has no importance to who I am today, so I won‘t go on about that.
When I was Four years of age I wandered too far from my home, and was snatched by Highwaymen, thankfully they needed some sort of bait for good natured people, so they decided to take me on as one of them. To be honest I wasn’t the least bit upset when they took me, it was a fate I didn’t mind. I was also accompanied by a boy my age, Darach Donovan, he was two years older, and as soon as he laid his emerald eyes upon me, he blushed. I was told he fancied me, truthfully, it was mutual.
As the years went by they began to see my knack for agility, to weave easily through the brush, my innocence, and at the time sweet disposition. As I grew older and developed into a young woman, my looks served me - or should I say them well. They decided to use me as their sort of secret weapon, so they taught me many skills, of fighting, tracking, and how to wield assorted weapons, better yet how to counter their attacks.
Another year went by and the boy who I grew up with had entered his adulthood as well. As the jobs grew more risky, and risqué, he began to show his interest in me, becoming highly protective. I admired this, He grew into a tall man, his hair as black as coal and his eyes were always soft and kind, especially towards me.
One day we had successfully robbed one of the richest folks around, and as we danced and celebrated he wrapped his arm about my waist and pulled me into his embrace. Our lips locked and that was it, our love was out in the open.
We married not long after that kiss, and spent three years together, until a horrid accident…
It was like any other day, we set the trap, my brothers surrounded me and my husband kept an especially keen ear and eye on the lookout. It was planned out perfectly…
As the coach came to a halt I rushed to the door to a sword greeting my throat. I could not help but gulp and let out a small whimper. Though I had fought those many years, I was not prepared for this. It was a familiar face, and as it pushed the blade into the nape of my neck, blood began to trickle, the man stuck his head out of the window and cried. “Remember me, Little whore?!” It was more shock that paralyzed me than actual fear, this had never happened. It was a man we had robbed a few months back, I guess he had been planning his revenge for quite some time.
As my husband saw this he and my brothers came to my aide, tearing into the cab, and as the man averted his gaze from me I pulled a dagger from my side and knocked his blade away long enough to grab my sword, and as I did the man shrieked a word into the air, what it was I still do not know. When the word left his lips we were ambushed, at least 20 men, wielding weapons. At once we engaged into battle, blades clashing, flying, blood spraying every which way, men cried and growled.
And then it happened, as Darach called my name to warn me of a blade nearing to me, his abdomen caught hold of a blade. I heard his cry of anguish and it all played out in slow motion to me. My face contorted in such a way I can not repeat it, my blade began to swing here and there, I got reckless, and was blinded by fury, worry and everything in between! My brothers covered for me as I ran to my beloved’s side, I dropped to my knees, my hands brought his head up into the crook of my arm, my fingers brushed against the scruff upon his chin. “You’ll be fine.” I said. His hand cupped my face and he began to cough, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. I kissed his lips softly and slid one hand to his wound, blood poured out of it and so I applied pressure. I was oblivious to the world, the clashing of swords, screams and cries sounded so distant..
Tears welled up in my eyes and they began to cascade down my bloodied cheeks, Darach saw them and tried to soothe me for the last moments he was breathing. As his breathing slowed and he gasped for breath I clung to him, pulling him against my breasts, I cried like I never had before. My lips kissed his cheek, forehead and then lastly his lips. He murmured and “I love you” in a weak tone, brushed his hand against my cheek, and then gripped upon my hand tightly. His grip weakened as his breath became labored and as he took his last breath I kissed his forehead, and stood to my feet. My fist clenched in a ball and the other wrapped tightly around the hilt of my blade. I surveyed the battle scene, looking for the murders body, whether it was dead or alive. To my delight he was alive, he stood there as if he were waiting for me. I walked towards him with a casual step, my eyes bloodshot and blurred from the tears, and stupidly I sheathed my blade. I wanted to avenge my lover’s death, but I could not face the world without him.
The bastard raised his sword above his head to take one striking blow to my neck and as it came down, my hands moved without thought, catching the blade betwixt my palms. He began to slide the blade out of my hands, slicing and tearing the flesh away. I went to scream but out came a sort of crying growl, I knocked his blade aside with my wrist and quickly unsheathed my blade. The hilt rolled around my wrist and then fingers caught hold of it, clenching upon it, as I swung it seemed to be in slow motion, his blade was slipping away from him and mine came hard upon his hip, slicing into his flesh. He then swung his blade to the side to counter my attack, I knocked it away as quickly as he dished it out and then pressed my sword deep into his chest, piercing his heart. I wanted his heart to bleed, for mine was.
My brothers survived the battle, all three of them. I received minimal injuries, except for my hands. It took a while for the pain to subside and to regain some feeling in them, but I began to master the sword far better than anyone I had met. I was on a mission after my beloved’s death.
Not long after I earned a respectable reputation and widely known. I was known as a warrioress, and one of the best swordsmen, and of course the best swordswoman in the parts. I earned the nickname Gentle Breeze during one of my battles. My brothers still look after me, and we do the occasional “Jolly Rob.”
My name is Breena Callaghan, that was my story.