Sel, Chapter 3 Options

[Dantrag]

I was soon accepted into House Redoran, and my mother was pretty proud of me. Probably too proud. I didn't go to Athyn's class anymore, being too busy as councillor Venim's page. Or, at least until the fiery councillor died, and was replaced by his brother. All young hirelings in the House had to spend five years in a councillor's service, and I was no different. Close to the end of those years, my fourth, to be exact, I wondered why I was even in the House; I got no money for my service, being a page, and my family needed money. I should have gotten a job. There I was in Bolvyn's manor, getting fed and clothed while my family starved. My own damned fault. I paid for my selfishness.

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I'll put the actual story here in a while; I just needed to start this back up.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:47 AM

[Dantrag]

Here you go, Telendil; please don't hurt your head anymore!

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"Take it." Sel insisted, shoving a bag of gold pieces in his mother's hand.

"No. It's yours, you earned it."

"And I'm giving it to you! I can do what I want with my own money!" Sel retorted. The money was actually money given to him indirectly from Arsyn Venim to buy new weapons. He had been stealing from House Redoran for awhile trying to help his family, and his mother never even suspected.

Valia sighed, and muttered something about him being just like his father. That angered Sel to a point. He wasn't like that bastarde at all! He would never abandon his family!

"Well, is there something I could buy from you?" Sel asked. "I've really got to go, but I still won't leave until you take this money."

Valia wouldn't have minded if her son never left, but he did need to go back to the Venim Manor where he could make a better future for himself and Vysi.

"As a matter of fact, I do." she replied. She walked into one of the only two rooms in the hut that served as her bedroom and opened a chest that she had told her children never to look inside. Needless to say, Sel had tried many times, but could never get the lock off. She walked back to Sel, holding a sword that was resting in its scabbard. The scabbard was nothing special; just black leather, but Sel didn't care; he would take anything as long as his mother would take the money.

"I would have sold it years ago." Valia said. "But your father told me to give it to you when you were old enough. He never said I couldn't sell it to you." she said with a wink.

Sel grabbed the sword from her and dropped the bag into her hand. "It isn't much, mom, but it'll help." he said, almost as an apology.

"You better get going after you say good-bye to your sister." Valia said.

"I would, but she ran off; I guess she's mad that I'm leaving again. Would you tell her I said good-bye?"

"Sure." Valia said, giving her son a hug and sending him off.

Sel trudged along, somewhat glad he was leaving home, and somewhat disappointed. He actually lkied the training he was required to do, but he hated all the ceremonial aspects of being a part of House Redoran, and he hated leaving his family to fend for itself. His mother was having trouble getting any sort of job; even jobs cleaining houses were taken. He was so busy thinking that he didn't notice the sound of footsteps trailing him...

Sel approached Under Skar, and walked inside the huge crab shell. He made his way along the rope bridges to the Venim Manor. As he was about to open the door to his home away from home, he heard a guard shout something to the effect of "What are you doing here?" Startled, Sel turned around to find out that the guard wasn't talking to him; he was talking to...Vysi?

With a loud sigh, Sel walked to where the two stood.

"Well, little girl?" the guard asked angrily.

"She's with me." Sel said hastily; he didn't want Vysi geting scared.

"Alright, but I don't know if Councillor Venim will allow her to stay with you." the guard replied.

"Don't worry, she's just visiting." Sel assured the guard.

"No I'm not! I'm staying with you!" Vysi protested.

"Alright, fine." Sel said in a tone that said that he was only saying whatever it took to calm Vysi down. "Come on, Sis."

Vysi followed, and once they were in his room, Sel turned on her. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Coming with you, stupid." Vysi said with a disarming smile. Even though she had just insulted him, he couldn't make himself be angry at her with that smile on her face.

"Alright, you can stay for a couple days, but then you're going home." Sel said, fearing that Venim wouldn't let her stay.

Vysi hopped on the bed next to Sel's and made herself comfortable. "That's Retin's bed." Sel said. "Take a nap on mine. I'll be right back."

Talking Arsyn into letting her stay would be the hardest thing about this situation even if he was one of the councillor's favorites. Arsyn was a hard man and tough like his brother Bolvyn, but was nowhere near as cold-hearted, so Sel didn't know how the councillor would react.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:52 AM