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Anyways, I have a shorter part today... You should find this part... well... interesting, to say the least. It reveals a good bit about Flek...
Part XVII: Merely a Façade
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Flek leapt over to a branch of a nearby tree, which served as makeshift streets for the woodland goblins. Ever since the Great Upheaval, the goblins had been too worried to make streets or have anything out in the open that the elves could discover. Therefore, they had made their home in the huge trees of the Great Forest, using the branches of the trees as streets and the trees themselves for their buildings.
Briskly running underneath the dense foliage of the trees, Flek moved away from the main trees that compromised their city and to the outskirts, where he lived. Although most chose to rather live near the city, Flek chose to live in the outskirts, mostly alone. Where he could contemplate his true self. And where no one else would know it.
Jumping down from a branch, Flek neatly landed on the ground and opened the door to enter the tree, shutting and locking it behind him. A subconscious breath of his relief emitted from his lips as he unbuckled his two arjla corsha swords and hung them up on the hooks. Putting them up, Flek braced himself on the outer trunk of the tree.
“I know you’re here,” Flek whispered as he looked around the empty cavernous inside of the tree where he lived.
I’m always here, Flek. Flek stared straight ahead as he did his best to ignore the voice in his head. He gritted his teeth. “Why?”
You know why, Flek. You asked for me. You asked for it. Regrets?
“No!” Flek snapped. “Just stay out of my head!”
Ah Flek… the voice inside his head chuckled. Do you really want that? Do you really want me to leave?
Flek bit his lip. “Shut up.”
Shaking his head, Flek walked over to the pantry, ignoring the whispers inside his head. He had removed a piece of edible tree bark from the pantry and was walking to the table, when suddenly his body shook and the bark fell from his grasp. He stared at it as his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
“What do you want?” Flek spat.
Control, Flek… control… Not to just feel the experiences and help you when you want. I am not your slave. Give me my own chances to control you.
“Why would I do that?” Flek asked.
Well, Flek, let me just ask you one thing. Do you want me to leave you? Flek bit his lip. He thought it was wisest not to answer that question. I thought not… I don’t ask much, Flek. Just to share your conscious and to be able to actually have control of a body every once and a while. Well, Flek?
“You’re a brute,” Flek said in a monotone voice.
I desire your answer, Flek.
“Fine.” Flek said. “If you don’t mind me, I’m just going to relax here while you do who knows what, Have fun, you brat.”
Ah, the language, Flek… the language… It really is unbecoming for such a great warrior as you. And without Flek willing it, his arm moved.
Amanela 3rd, 114 A.U.
“Brethren; Priests of the Mother Tree, I, Jaine, High Priest of the Mother Tree bear greetings!” the High Priest said. “Today I bring up the issue of Lord Freglak, who claims to profess belief in the Mother Tree.” Many of the priests seemed to perk up at that. “As we all know, Lord Freglak did not attend the Great Celebration of the Mother Tree two days ago. He claims to have always watched it. And yet when I questioned him, he showed himself to not be consistent in his story.”
The High Priest’s eyes narrowed. “We do not have evidence on this, but I will beg you to begin to think about him. And I ask you to question his beliefs. Does he really believe in the Mother Tree? In his public life he’s all for it. But, as we all know, his private life is a different matter, although he may try to keep it well hidden. How long, I ask you? How long will we continue to let such an idea go unnoticed.”
The High Priest licked his lips. “We do not have evidence yet to take action against him. But we can still watch and wait for him to make a mistake if he truly privately does not accept the Mother Tree. Watch him brothers. And be forewarned.”
Question of the Week: What do you think about Flek's person inside his head?
Anyways, I have a shorter part today... You should find this part... well... interesting, to say the least. It reveals a good bit about Flek...
Part XVII: Merely a Façade
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Flek leapt over to a branch of a nearby tree, which served as makeshift streets for the woodland goblins. Ever since the Great Upheaval, the goblins had been too worried to make streets or have anything out in the open that the elves could discover. Therefore, they had made their home in the huge trees of the Great Forest, using the branches of the trees as streets and the trees themselves for their buildings.
Briskly running underneath the dense foliage of the trees, Flek moved away from the main trees that compromised their city and to the outskirts, where he lived. Although most chose to rather live near the city, Flek chose to live in the outskirts, mostly alone. Where he could contemplate his true self. And where no one else would know it.
Jumping down from a branch, Flek neatly landed on the ground and opened the door to enter the tree, shutting and locking it behind him. A subconscious breath of his relief emitted from his lips as he unbuckled his two arjla corsha swords and hung them up on the hooks. Putting them up, Flek braced himself on the outer trunk of the tree.
“I know you’re here,” Flek whispered as he looked around the empty cavernous inside of the tree where he lived.
I’m always here, Flek. Flek stared straight ahead as he did his best to ignore the voice in his head. He gritted his teeth. “Why?”
You know why, Flek. You asked for me. You asked for it. Regrets?
“No!” Flek snapped. “Just stay out of my head!”
Ah Flek… the voice inside his head chuckled. Do you really want that? Do you really want me to leave?
Flek bit his lip. “Shut up.”
Shaking his head, Flek walked over to the pantry, ignoring the whispers inside his head. He had removed a piece of edible tree bark from the pantry and was walking to the table, when suddenly his body shook and the bark fell from his grasp. He stared at it as his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
“What do you want?” Flek spat.
Control, Flek… control… Not to just feel the experiences and help you when you want. I am not your slave. Give me my own chances to control you.
“Why would I do that?” Flek asked.
Well, Flek, let me just ask you one thing. Do you want me to leave you? Flek bit his lip. He thought it was wisest not to answer that question. I thought not… I don’t ask much, Flek. Just to share your conscious and to be able to actually have control of a body every once and a while. Well, Flek?
“You’re a brute,” Flek said in a monotone voice.
I desire your answer, Flek.
“Fine.” Flek said. “If you don’t mind me, I’m just going to relax here while you do who knows what, Have fun, you brat.”
Ah, the language, Flek… the language… It really is unbecoming for such a great warrior as you. And without Flek willing it, his arm moved.
Amanela 3rd, 114 A.U.
“Brethren; Priests of the Mother Tree, I, Jaine, High Priest of the Mother Tree bear greetings!” the High Priest said. “Today I bring up the issue of Lord Freglak, who claims to profess belief in the Mother Tree.” Many of the priests seemed to perk up at that. “As we all know, Lord Freglak did not attend the Great Celebration of the Mother Tree two days ago. He claims to have always watched it. And yet when I questioned him, he showed himself to not be consistent in his story.”
The High Priest’s eyes narrowed. “We do not have evidence on this, but I will beg you to begin to think about him. And I ask you to question his beliefs. Does he really believe in the Mother Tree? In his public life he’s all for it. But, as we all know, his private life is a different matter, although he may try to keep it well hidden. How long, I ask you? How long will we continue to let such an idea go unnoticed.”
The High Priest licked his lips. “We do not have evidence yet to take action against him. But we can still watch and wait for him to make a mistake if he truly privately does not accept the Mother Tree. Watch him brothers. And be forewarned.”
Question of the Week: What do you think about Flek's person inside his head?
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