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Demon Stones ★
Completed!
Rated M
by daeguknamahForever
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yaoi
angst
fantasy
death
magic
originacharacter
sorcery
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Characters
Lord Jain, Kain, others...
Description
A young noble meets and falls in love with a thief, and later learns there is more to his Noble father than meets the eye. He decides to join with the thieves, and help them.
Foreword
The months dragged on slowly, and Jarin buried his pain in his training. Though the act of picking up a sword reminded him of Breely, it also helped with closure. Jarin knew his first love would always have a place in his heart, but he also knew Breely would want him to continue on as best as he could.
His father never found out about the relationship he had shared with Breely, though he wasn’t as concerned about that now. His personal interests seemed to be so trivial, compared to recent events.
One of the soldiers tried to keep Jarin’s attention, and Jarin gave it all the effort he could, but they never got any further than kissing. The soldier understood and backed off, respecting Breely’s memory. It took an entire year and a half for Jarin to be able to touch someone else. When he did, there was not commitment. It was just sex.
Jarin’s father never found the spell book he had been looking for, and his soldiers eventually stopped searching. To him, it was now too dangerous to try a mission like that again.
The years passed, and Jarin became much more skilled with the sword. He had made a vow at Breely’s grave to find the wizard who had killed him and get revenge. He was not sure how he would do that, but he was determined to do so.
One afternoon, Jarin went for a ride by himself. He was feeling down, and did not want to deal with anyone except his horse. He took one of the familiar trails, so he would not get lost. As he rode on, his mind wandered to the past, and what should have been. If only Breely had survived, things would have been different now. He felt an ache in his heart, thinking about it.
As he rode on, the trail seemed to darken, and Jarin stopped Shadow, his mare. Listening and looking around, he started to become increasingly nervous. Stroking Shadow’s neck, he urged her on. She continued, though on edge. Further down the trail, it got dark again, where there were not any shadows. This time, Shadow snorted loudly, dancing around when Jarin stopped her. He was considering going back, when Shadow neighed and reared up. Jarin was not ready for it, and fell from her back.
Jarin woke up to the sound of voices, which seemed to be too loud. He groaned and touched his head as a sharp pain shot to his right temple.
He lay still for a moment, letting the pain subside. Once it had, Jarin opened his eyes. He was surprised to see the walls of a tent.
Holding his head, Jarin sat up. While he was checking his body for injuries, he heard men talking outside. It sounded like they were discussing map routes.
Where am I? He thought, then lay back down as he heard footsteps approaching the tent. He stayed on alert, unsure of the situation.
The flap opened and a tall, grey haired man stepped in. He smiled at Jarin, setting down a brown, leather bag.
“How are you feeling, young man?” The man removed a bottle that was also brown. When Jarin glanced at it, the man smiled. “This is for your head. It’ll ease the pain quite a bit, though not as quickly as a shot of whiskey would, don’t you think?”
Jarin grinned, liking the man instantly. He sat up straighter, then answered the doctor. “I feel okay, for the most part. My head does hurt a little, so the medicine will be much appreciated. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
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