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PROLOGUE
This is the first FANFICTION that I had created. This is a ONE DIRECTION story. ~fcee
A Very Long Time Ago
“Kill all of them,” shouted the blood thirsty soldiers of the Roman Empire as they marched line by line around the village with their swords and shields.
“Burn their houses, leave no one alive, and spare no one, not even the women and the children,” commanded one of their leaders.
Screams and wailing of people in pain together with clashing of metals and swords surrounded the town. Cracking of woods being eaten by the fire echoed as the sky started turning blood orange due to the flame.
“Kill all of them,” blood splattered everywhere as the soldiers cloaked in metallic sheets speared and cut the people in half burning out tree houses.
“Find all the Druid’s in this village and burn them.”
It rained arrows. Roman soldiers holding torches made the night seemed like day.
Quill watched down his tree house as one of these men in thick metallic armor set fire to the oak tree where his house was built on.
“Quill,” Azval entered the house from below with a blood stained sword on hand, his breathing harsh. Quill glanced at warrior then turned to look down from the tree house again.
The fire had already eaten Quill’s neighboring tree houses and some Roman soldiers had climber up.
Quill watched the slaughter of his people.
“I knew this would happen. I saw it happen in my sight,” he had seen it but looking first hand made it more terrifying, more agonizing, and most of all heart breaking.
“Don’t blame yourself, Quill,” Azval told him moving towards Quill in his white Druid cloak made of silk and held Quill’s hand with his free one.
“You told them this would happen, Quill.” Azval told him tightening the grip on the Druid’s hand. “You told your people that your community doesn’t have the strength to fight against the Romans. You told them to flee, but they decided to stand their ground. It was their choice and not yours alone.”
“And it pains me that I could do nothing!” Quill answered pulling away from Azval and looking to the chaos and death below his tree. He gazed at the blood, at the fire and at the smoked. He wanted to burn it in his memory, the suffering of his people. He will not forget.
Quill was a druid. It was his duty to look after these people who have no magic, but he had no strong magic himself. And Quill felt like he failed them.
Maybe if he had insisted strongly to the elders to flee, maybe he could have convinced them if he had pressed the topic. Maybe the spilling of the blood of his people could have been prevented. He blamed himself.
There were a lot of maybes.
“Quill,” Azval grabbed his hands and pulled him to the door. “I will guide you out of the forest so you could flee…” but Quill resisted.
Quill looked at Azval with tears welling on his eyes. He was a pathetic Druid. He couldn’t even cast a single protective spell to shield and protect his community, his family.”
Quill went back to the small opening on the wall of his house and looked at the suffering of his people. That very moment a serene music started blowing with the air. It was a said heart breaking song and then a voice came making Quill’s eyes flow with tears.
“Rhiannon,” Quill whispered looking across his window where the silver haired woman dressed in the same clothing as him stood looking down her window singing.
“The song of the departed…” Azval mentioned. It was the song they sing to guide the dead to the light, so that they may see the great cycle and be born again.
“She too, like all you stupid Druids decided to stay. Quill, let’s go!” Azval pulled him but he stood his ground as the smoke started getting thick and the fire eating through the walls of his house got even bigger, the temperature started getting higher as well.
“I am also a Druid, Az…” Quill told Azval. He had already decided to remain there and die with his people.
“This is stupid,” Azval shouted. The warrior had never raised his voice on Quill, he never got angry on Quill but this time Quill could feel anger in Azval’s voice.
“Quill, your people decided to die… it doesn’t mean you have to. You have the right to live, Quill. You’re only seventeen, you still have a life before you.”
“There are infants dying Az… children some born and other’s still unborn.” Quill told Az and it still breaks Quill’s heart knowing those things. “Their blood is in my hand.”
Azval held him on the chin and looked at his eyes. “You didn’t kill them Quill, listen to me. I need you to live. I need you with me,” he tried convincing the Druid.
Quill shook his head. “I tire Az. This era is full of wars and death. I wish not to see any more blood spilled. I want to rest together with the people I Iove.”
The pain and the wailing of the people started to decrease as Rhiannon’s song eased the pain of the body and suffering of the hearts. She was a good chanter, her spell was powerful. But she was not made for wars.
“But how about us?” Az asked Quill pulling the long haired Druid in his arms. “How about me, Quill? How do you expect me to live without you?”
“You will live Az… you have a long life with you. You will have a happy life. I’ve seen it Az, through my visions.”
“Why should I when the reason for my living is… dead?” Azval held him tighter. “Have you also seen how I’d suffer without you? Why do you do this to me?”
Quill smiled bitterly and pulled away from the warrior’s embrace. “People come and go, to teach us lessons and to love us, but not everyone is to stay.”
Azval shook his head tightening his embrace on Quill. “But I want you to stay, Quill!”
“Az… there will be a time when we will be together again.” Quill told Azval taking the warrior’s face with his two hands and looking at Azval’s deep colored eyes. “It will be far from now… years and years from this warring era. But I had seen it. We will be together in the next life.”
“But you won’t remember me,” the armored warrior shook his head speaking to the Druid. “We won’t remember each other. You and I won’t be the same. You might fall in love with someone else.” Quill knew that Az was forcing back tears and that struck a knife in Quill’s heart. He didn’t want Azval to be sad because of his decisions.
He had never seen Azval shed any tears. He was one of the strongest and bravest of fighter’s he knew, but then this time, the well of water on the warriors eyes couldn’t be stopped and it just fell flowing like a river.
“Az… I will remember you. I swear on the oak tree.” Quill promised swearing on the holy tree of the Druids. “I swear on the mistletoe above us, growing on this very oak, that I will remember.”
“What if… what if I forget?”
“Then I will still remember?” Quill told Az holding the warrior’s hand.
“Will you make me remember then? You should make me remember Quill! Then tell me, tell me the name that I should find. Tell me your name in the next life.”
“Niall… Niall is a good name,” Quill answered somewhat hesitant.
“Leave Az…” Quill said as the he felt a searing pain from behind him tearing through his chest. Both of them looked at Quill’s chest to see an arrow head protruding through it. Quill coughed and thick red liquid spilled from his lips to Azval’s shoulder.
“Until we meet again,” Quill slowly closed his eyes as he listened to Rhiannon’s song of the departed. He heard Azval’s cry and it pained him to leave his friend and lover, but Quill had seen a good future for him.
He will forget Quill and the pain of losing him. Azval will live a happy life.
Quill drifted away from his body feeling guilty. The last moment of his life with Azval, he had told a lie.
Niall was a made up name. Quill made it up and the future he told Azval was also just a story he came up with.
There was no way Quill would be able to remember his past life- that is against the law of nature. And there isn’t even a possibility that he would be born again.
A druid will only be born from another druid, and with the end of this community under the Empire of Rome, the race of the Druid’s ended.
Quill heard Rhiannon’s song stopped as he continued to slip into nothingness. With Quill dead and Rhiannon’s last breath, the last of the Druids had died.
“Niall,” Quill heard one tiny voice say before everything turned white, and nothing more was there.
THANKS for reading guys. Please vote and comment. ~fcee
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