Alondril Galandonel Part II

From Black Country Role Playing Society

Alondril and Mephalo spent quite some time getting to know each other. They spoke for hours and hours almost everyday, and yet, never really revealed anything to each other. Alondril never found out what Mephalo was doing out here in the first place, and for some reason never asked. Mephalo never found out why Alondril ran away from home, and he never asked either, and yet some how, they knew each other better than they knew anyone else.

Eventually Mephalo started to take Alondril hunting, he taught him the art of how to use a bow correctly, how to track creatures and how to survive in the wilderness with no comforts or shelter. Alondril was having the time of his life, he had never been so happy. He never spared a thought for his home or his family, and when he did think about them, not once did he feel guilty for leaving. Even if he did feel guilty there was no way he was leaving Mephalo, he was having far too much fun, he craved more of Mephalo’s knowledge of the wilderness and everyday he learnt something new from him.

After about a year or so Alondril had become quite a competent ranger indeed, some of his skills even now surpassed that of Mephalo’s. Mephalo however was continuingly growing weaker with every day, he often found himself loosing his concentration during a hunt and giving away their position and often Alondril had to rescue him from dangerous situations. Eventually Mephalo found that he could no longer leave the cabin, he became bed ridden and constantly tired. Alondril could not bear to see his teacher like this, he felt alone again, he felt betrayed, and he knew it was not Mephalo’s fault but he couldn’t shake the thought of betrayal out of his mind. It was like this for almost a month, with Mephalo progressively getting weaker and weaker until one day he found he was so weak he couldn’t even bring himself to speak. Alondril simply could handle it no longer and in a fit of rage he snatched the pillow from beneath Mephalo and smothered him with it until Mephalo struggled no longer.

And with that, he left, and never looked back. Just like he left his home and everything else behind. And now he wonders, from place to place, not knowing why or where he’s going, or even who he really is.

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