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Isil Telperion · February 19, 2008, 08:37 PM

Only something as horrifying and stupid as war could make a grown man want to reach his breaking point, before even facing it, to have more chances of survival. I’ve seen my share of death. Having both my biological and my adoptive families been murdered I appalled the kind of senseless violence war seemed to be. And yet, if this was the way Eyvind took to become the brave and honoured man that helped me, this was the way I would take.

The men we killed together were murderers and thieves but it still bothered me to have conceded to vengeance in that fashion. In the beginning I felt satisfied with it but in time I begun to wander if that didn’t make me almost as bad as the men I killed. And here I was, getting prepared to kill more people…

I knew of what the commander was speaking. I had already reached my breaking point. Reached it, breached it, got lost in my own mind and came back. After the death of my biological parents I lived almost like a wild animal in the forest, hunting with my father’s bow and forgetting all civilization, until I was almost an adult; an overdeveloped adolescent, which was recovered to society by the love of a sterile human couple.

Only recently, after my adoptive family death and my exploration of the mysterious link I had with the bow, was I able to recover my part of my memory of those lost years.

I pursued men and animals for days in the forest, almost without eating or sleeping. It wasn’t with this kind of physical strain that I was going to be broken, to reach a point of self abandon and obedience.

I had been broken and returned stronger. If I was to obey it was because I was determined to do so, to become something better that I was; and I was determined to do so in an exemplar manner.
So when the commander finished his speech I yelled:

Sir, yes sir!

And waited for what was to come.

February 19, 2008, 08:37 PM	#6 (permalink)
Isil Telperion Adventurer Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: [Insert City Here] Posts: 236	Only something as horrifying and stupid as war could make a grown man want to reach his breaking point, before even facing it, to have more chances of survival. I’ve seen my share of death. Having both my biological and my adoptive families been murdered I appalled the kind of senseless violence war seemed to be. And yet, if this was the way Eyvind took to become the brave and honoured man that helped me, this was the way I would take. The men we killed together were murderers and thieves but it still bothered me to have conceded to vengeance in that fashion. In the beginning I felt satisfied with it but in time I begun to wander if that didn’t make me almost as bad as the men I killed. And here I was, getting prepared to kill more people… I knew of what the commander was speaking. I had already reached my breaking point. Reached it, breached it, got lost in my own mind and came back. After the death of my biological parents I lived almost like a wild animal in the forest, hunting with my father’s bow and forgetting all civilization, until I was almost an adult; an overdeveloped adolescent, which was recovered to society by the love of a sterile human couple. Only recently, after my adoptive family death and my exploration of the mysterious link I had with the bow, was I able to recover my part of my memory of those lost years. I pursued men and animals for days in the forest, almost without eating or sleeping. It wasn’t with this kind of physical strain that I was going to be broken, to reach a point of self abandon and obedience. I had been broken and returned stronger. If I was to obey it was because I was determined to do so, to become something better that I was; and I was determined to do so in an exemplar manner. So when the commander finished his speech I yelled: Sir, yes sir! And waited for what was to come. Last edited by Isil Telperion; February 20, 2008 at 11:18 AM.