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His longest Journey

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Of Men and Mice... by Thyme-Sprite

His quest was clear, albeit the path before him was still in the dark.

Literally. Fenris had no idea where he was, he just knew that it was dark in the wooden cell he was in. At least he was not alone, but the others were not talking much in his direction, the blonde with the hammer of silver had even whispered the word “brooding” to the other elf next to him. And the smallest of them all, a “Halfling” he called himself, was drunk from the wine he shared with a grey mouse. The three of them, or four, if he counted the mouse as well, were all talking about women, each and every one of them about a special one they desperately wanted to meet.

Fenris did not want to have anything to do with the lot of them. However, he too had to admit that there was a woman in his heart he had believed cold and he wanted nothing more than to meet her, see her, feel her touch.

But this had to wait. He just sat there and waited patiently for his chance to escape the wooden cell, but it took far longer than he had hoped. When it finally came, he was ready and darted out.

Well…he would have, had there not been a hand to stop him, the very hand that had made him what he was, belonging to a magistra.

“Where do you think you’re going?”, she smiled at him and he bit his lip in order not to talk back, although he wanted to just as badly as he wanted to reach this woman far away. The other men whispered excitedly and not in the least bit worried. One of them, Torias the Halfling stayed behind and the magistra said: “I’m sorry, Torias, but it’s not your time yet. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t worry, lovely!”, he called out to her in a far too friendly tone, “I can wait a wee bit longer, I have Mouse as company. And wine, never ending wine!”

With this, the shorter man laughed whole-heartedly and the magistra took the blonde man, Thor, out of the cupboard, along with him Iorveth, the elf and last of them, also himself.

“This will be an exciting journey.”, she told them and the other two laughed, but Fenris kept sulking. He did not trust her. She was a magistra after all… and the cupboard had been a nice, yet humiliating accommodation.

“So, I’m excited, how about you?”, the magistra asked of them, but as Thor beamed at her and answered, she did not listen to his words, so Iorveth did not even bother and Fenris stayed silent as well, but listened intently to her babbling. She was talking of the journey and its purpose: “I’m so excited that I will finally meet the girls in person! And you, guys, will meet those closest to you all.”

Thor was positively beaming at her with joy and the other elf was also smiling, even Fenris felt the corners of his lips twitch. He would meet her, would finally feel her touch, look into her eyes. Suddenly, he could not wait any longer, he wanted to set out immediately.

“So…final preparations.”, the magistra mumbled to herself and ticked a few points off a list until she turned to the three of them once again, “Alright, we’re off to the airport.”

Saying this, she packed her bags and, to Fenris’ horror, she stuffed him and the other two into a small, transparent box. Each of them was wrapped in paper, old and dusty, so it was hard to breathe. The magistra’s voice was dull through the paper and the box, yet surprisingly comforting as she said: “Sorry, boys, but I got to protect you during the journey.”

He understood that perfectly well, but the word “protect” was really not the first to come to his mind when he felt Thor’s boot at the back of his head.

“Sorry, whom did I hit?”, the tall man asked and Iorveth answered, “Not me, clumsy oaf!”

“Me.”, Fenris growled, but as the blonde he could not see any longer then shifted, it was still uncomfortable, yet no longer painful. Surprisingly, the bag was lifted and this made Fenris’ stomach turn and Thor groaned: “By the Allfather, no…”

Iorveth snickered at both of them and joked: “Shut up and enjoy the ride. This is gonna be fun!”

Fenris had a differing definition of fun, but he did not care to elaborate. His mind was focused on reaching this woman, her name dancing on the tip of his tongue, sweeter as wine. For her, the hardships of the journey would seem like nothing, this much he knew already without ever having laid eyes on her face.

Yet…the swinging of the bag was stomach-churning… Nevertheless, he was willing to endure it, all for her.

The hours in that small box were tiring and only filled with Thor’s and Iorveth’s speculations about what they would encounter, whom they would meet and how long it would take to finally be with the very woman each of them was thinking of.

Fenris did not join their fantasising and hour by hour, his legs grew stiff, but whenever he thought that he could bare this no longer, he took a deep breath and whispered her name under his breath.

When the seemingly eternal darkness of the bag was pierced by light, it stung in his eyes, but he squinted them and attentively listened to the blur of voices he could hear.

“What are they talking about?”, Thor asked loudly and Fenris growled at him, but Iorveth joked angrily, “Shut it and we might find out!”

“…finally found you!”, another woman called and he heard her and the magistra make introductions, then they talked about another woman.

“That’s my girl!”, Iorveth called out, but Thor now got back at him, “Shut it.”

“You both.”, Fenris muttered and listened closely as he had just heard the name he had whispered to himself so many times before. Was she here?

“Oh really?”, the magistra asked sadly in reply to something the other woman had said, but he had not understood her words, “Billini can’t come? That’s too bad…”

“Yeah.”, the other woman answered, but Fenris did not listen anymore, his heart had fallen. He was not going to see her…

“It’s just too bad.”, the magistra’s friend chimed in again, “We could have taken her along, you know, she’s living in this city.”

Really? Fenris sharpened his pointy ears and when he heard this again, when he truly learned that the woman he was looking for was close by, his decision was final.

His Lyrium activated on its own accord and he ignored Thor’s surprised gasp, instead he tore the paper apart and groaning from the effort, he pushed away the lid of the box.

“What are you doing?!”, Iorveth called to him, “Are you barking mad?”

Fenris just shook his head, but did not honour this with an answer. His path was set.

In determination, he dropped down to the hard, cold floor of the airport and looked around. It would be heard to find her in this foreign and gigantic city, but he was willing to try. And he would succeed, he knew it.

In the end, they would be united, no matter the cost.

Unbeknownst to the magistra and her friend, Fenris slipped past the gigantic glass doors out into the chilly air of this city.

His path was set, he had but to find it. And he would.

After all, Billini was waiting for him.
Done for *Billini's contest: fav.me/d6hjlsv

Some of the girls from #FFde-Folks met up last week and unfortunately, *Billini couldn't attend and so I could not give her the little Fenris figure I had made for her.
He didn't like that, so he set out on his own. This was the reason why I had this stupid little idea. ;)

Hope you like it nonetheless!
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shoughad's avatar
:rofl: Wundervoll! Aber ... mein armer Kurzer ... muss er echt noch bis nächstes Jahr April ganz allein mit drei Mäusen durchhalten??? Oder bekommt er wieder Gesellschaft? (Eine Uschi wäre ganz nett ... :faint:)
Ich habe am Samstag an euch gedacht ... während ich sturzbetrunken durch die Nacht gestolpert bin. Manche Mädelsabende sind echt gefährlich. :crazy: