Loyalty
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Loyalty
By LowercaseT
Based on my own imagination
Preface
This piece of fiction takes place in another world.
Chapter 1: Leaving Always Hurts
A car. Rain. From the first he stared at the second. The audio player – a red mMelg – steadily pumped music into his ears, but even if it reached his brain, it did not reach his mind. His mind was somewhere else.
Dremor Psychiatric Penitentiary. That was the name of the place he was soon to arrive at. He had always found it an odd name: not only was it 125 miles away from Dremor, the name made it sound like some sort of hospital. But it was a jail. And a large one: a giant slab of concrete, rising from the ruins of an old Imperial town.
The boy was soon to turn thirty – for a Menan, the species he belonged too, this was akin to turning eighteen – and was going to go to a top-class university. But before leaving, he wanted to see one person one more time. And that person was his sister.
Silence. An awkward one. One that was hesitatingly broken. The breaker was the boy’s father. “I’m… I guess I’m going to take a smoke outside. I’ll see you there, son.” Hastily he left the two, as if wanting to escape the discomfort. Not only the silence was broken, but also the ice.
“I’ve missed you, nee-s… Nyarai.”
“Aelo.”
Jonathan-Aelo Nemin Tîwele was his full name. A descendant of the old Emperors of Nerhûn, the country in which he lived, but which had been a republic for the last 251 years. Blond hairs. Green eyes. Average-looking. A geek.
Nyarai Mercen Tîwele was her full name. Muscular. Strong-willed. A fighter. A prisoner. And the person who continued the conversation.
“I should have protected you.”
“You couldn’t have.”
“That’s not true. I shouldn’t have told her- not anyone.”
“Was there an option?”
“Yes, there was! It’s understandable with you, but I should have taken responsibility! I should have stopped ourselves while there was still time!”
“And then what?” Aelo stood up, becoming fed up with her self-blame. “Am I to believe you would have been able to control yourself?”
“Would you?”
The reunion was turning into a fight.
“Yes! I was the one who kept myself under control for all those years!”
Once more, silence. Silence punctuated by Nyarai’s soft sobbing.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Aelo grabbed his belongings and left. As he held the door open, he said two final words: “Take care.”
Next Chapter:
New beginnings.
New friends.
A new start.
By LowercaseT
Based on my own imagination
Preface
This piece of fiction takes place in another world.
Chapter 1: Leaving Always Hurts
A car. Rain. From the first he stared at the second. The audio player – a red mMelg – steadily pumped music into his ears, but even if it reached his brain, it did not reach his mind. His mind was somewhere else.
Dremor Psychiatric Penitentiary. That was the name of the place he was soon to arrive at. He had always found it an odd name: not only was it 125 miles away from Dremor, the name made it sound like some sort of hospital. But it was a jail. And a large one: a giant slab of concrete, rising from the ruins of an old Imperial town.
The boy was soon to turn thirty – for a Menan, the species he belonged too, this was akin to turning eighteen – and was going to go to a top-class university. But before leaving, he wanted to see one person one more time. And that person was his sister.
Silence. An awkward one. One that was hesitatingly broken. The breaker was the boy’s father. “I’m… I guess I’m going to take a smoke outside. I’ll see you there, son.” Hastily he left the two, as if wanting to escape the discomfort. Not only the silence was broken, but also the ice.
“I’ve missed you, nee-s… Nyarai.”
“Aelo.”
Jonathan-Aelo Nemin Tîwele was his full name. A descendant of the old Emperors of Nerhûn, the country in which he lived, but which had been a republic for the last 251 years. Blond hairs. Green eyes. Average-looking. A geek.
Nyarai Mercen Tîwele was her full name. Muscular. Strong-willed. A fighter. A prisoner. And the person who continued the conversation.
“I should have protected you.”
“You couldn’t have.”
“That’s not true. I shouldn’t have told her- not anyone.”
“Was there an option?”
“Yes, there was! It’s understandable with you, but I should have taken responsibility! I should have stopped ourselves while there was still time!”
“And then what?” Aelo stood up, becoming fed up with her self-blame. “Am I to believe you would have been able to control yourself?”
“Would you?”
The reunion was turning into a fight.
“Yes! I was the one who kept myself under control for all those years!”
Once more, silence. Silence punctuated by Nyarai’s soft sobbing.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
Aelo grabbed his belongings and left. As he held the door open, he said two final words: “Take care.”
Next Chapter:
New beginnings.
New friends.
A new start.
