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Euchrid has a minion!

Aramir the Shadow Owl

Euchrid
Legacy Name: Euchrid

The

Reborn Jollin
Owner:

wizardry

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 28th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 28th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 20th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 30
Strength: 75
Defense: 74
Speed: 75
Health: 74
HP: 60/74
Intelligence: 24
Books Read: 24
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Stock Worker

It had all been so perfect. Too perfect, Euchrid realized. He should have known that it wouldn't last. He certainly hadn't thought it would end like this, with him being arrested, beaten and roughly shoved into this damp and putrid smelling cell. You complete idiot, he thought to himself, what else did should you have expected, taking the crown princess as your lover?

It certainly hadn't been what he had expected when everything had started. Kaede, Laerya's maid, was a cousin of his and had showed up unexpectedly one day, the princess in tow, demanding to speak with him. "Her Majesty wants to learn to be a warrior", she had said, "her father won't let her, won't you please teach her?" After some grumbling, he had agreed. It wasn't like he had anything better to do than sit around drinking wine, talking to his owls (who definitely didn't give a shit) and feeling sorry for himself.

At first he had loathed her. Laerya had represented to him everything he knew he could never have. She was beautiful, tall and slender with long golden hair and light eyes that seemed to change color with her mood. She was intelligent and friendly and worst of all, talkative. He had thought she would get the picture right away that he really wanted to just be left alone with his wine and his birds, but she persisted for several days before she finally stopped.

As much as he loathed her, he couldn't help but admire her and eventually he began to want her around. Euchrid knew she caught the glances he thought he was being so secretive about but he couldn't stop. He wanted her, he realized. But, knowing it would never happen, he tried to clear his mind of such thoughts and focus on the task at hand. Laerya was improving every day. She was quick to learn and - what was even better - she actually wanted to learn.

Still, Euchrid's heart ached. He wanted to get to know her, to be close to her. He just couldn't think of how to go about doing that. Finally one day when they were nearing the end of a training session, he told her to stop, come have some wine and sit and talk with him. She looked nervous as he led her into his small house and gestured for her to sit at the table while he poured the wine. For a while neither of them said anything. Then he began asking her small questions about her life: what were her interests, what was her life like as the only daughter of the king - basic small talk. At first she only answered his questions, never asking any of her own. Then she looked up and met his eye and said softly, "Tell me about yourself, tell me why you are the way you are"

It had to have been the wine that made him grow bold. He sighed and began to speak. He told her of his life growing up. He'd been born into a poor family to an alcoholic abusive human father and an elven mother who was too afraid to do anything about it. He had endured almost daily beatings and one day when he was still very young he had tried to run away, knowing something was not right, that this was not how people usually behaved. His father had found him eventually and given him the scar that now ran down the entire right side of his face. When he had reached adolescence he had left home for good, to fight in the war against the dwarves. He had fought bravely and well but was forced to leave when an arrow took out his eye. He returned home to find his mother dead and his father gone. Never having had any friends either, he sunk into a deep depression. He spent his days drinking and training owls to hunt for him so he rarely had to venture outside.

When he was done, he realized Laerya had reached out and taken his hand. He looked up and saw tears in her eyes and just stared at her. Finally she had whispered, "I'm sorry, I must leave", and practically ran out the door. He had expected to never see her again but the next morning she was there, smiling at him, with a large bunch of flowers that she thrust into his hands. He had been unable to hide his smile then and was rewarded for it with a hug. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy. Training was forgotten that day; they went riding in the woods instead, talking the whole time as if they'd known each other forever.

Euchrid knew he was falling in love with her, or at least he thought he was. He had never truly loved anyone before, but he was pretty sure that this was it. Laerya tried to remain distant, he noticed, but he persisted. He wrote her letters on the days she coudn't come, took her hunting and gave her a gift of one of his owls, determined to make her love him. Then one day when they were out riding through a grassy meadow she suggested they stop because she wanted to lay in the sun and just relax. Euchrid was exhausted so he agreed, climbing off his horse and finding a choice spot to lay down and enjoy the sun. Then all of a sudden, she was right there, curled up against him and he decided it was now or never. Pulling his face towards hers, he had kissed her and to his delight, she had returned the kiss. It was all he could do not to cry.

His happiness hadn't last long. One night, he awoke in the middle of the night to his door being knocked in. Before he could even react, something large and heavy hit him in the side of the head as rough hands dragged him out of his bed onto the floor. There he was kicked repeatedly before being grabbed, tied to a horse and taken to the castle. He was given a very brief audience with the king where he had had no choice but to confess that yes, he had trained the young princess to fight and, yes, he was her lover. He was shaking and almost sobbing by the time they had shoved him into his cell, where he now sat, slumped against the wall, trying to ignore the pain in his head and ribs, waiting to die.

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