Gelder Shorts

Gelder Shorts: Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Five

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Here it is, the conclusion of Etan’s chapter. This is one of my favorites, and I have really enjoyed getting to bring a little more depth to this complicated male. His book will be so intriguing, but that is coming in a little bit.

This will be the last post for a bit, as I will be diving into the world of Golon and Marilee and will not resurface for a few months.

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Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two- Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Five


“I’ll hate you forever for this!” She screams the words at me, her voice cracking on her tears. “I wish I had never met you! I wish you had never come!” I stare at her as she collapses over his lifeless corpse, her body wracked by gut-wrenching sobs.

“I had never intended for this to happen, his death was out of my control,” I speak softly, knowing not the words to lessen this burden for her. In this moment, I would give anything to take her pain. To shoulder it myself, so that she may be spared. “If I could change it… if I could bring him back I would.”

I take a tentative step towards her, for once in my life unsure of the course of action I should take.

“NO!” Her head flies up, her black hair flying madly around her as she shakes her head violently. “You are never to come near me again. Never touch me again. I want you to leave. Or I swear I will find a way to kill you. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU!”

She breaks apart before me, screaming nothing but those same three words over and over again. Each word rips my heart out of my chest at least that is what it feels like.

When she finally quiets, I whisper to her a promise that will tear me apart to keep. But it is the only thing I can do to bring her comfort.

“If my absence will help you, if that is your desire, then that will be my gift to you. Know that I will always love you, and I will always protect you. All you need do is ask, but I will leave you. And I will never return. Upon my word as a warrior, you will never see me again.” I wait with bated breath, hoping to hear her say no. To tell me to stay. That she is grieving but that she longs for my presence as much as I do hers.

She looks over to me with none of the warmth normally in her gaze, her eyes shoot frozen daggers at me. “Good.” Her one word is more than I can take. I reach into my pocket and pull out the memien weave that I made for her. It is linked to me, if she ever needed me she can call me.

I drop in on the ground near where she is huddled and then turn and leave, her broken and hateful words have ripped me open inside like a serrated knife wound. It has left me bleeding and near death and I will never heal from it.


I blink my eyes a few times and notice my glass is empty. Oh, I must have finished another bottle. I flick my hand and another bottle of starskie floats to me. It is an extremely potent alcohol that is strong enough to get a Gelder drunk if he consumes enough. And that is exactly what I intend to do. Sheit I may have already succeeded.

“Another bottle, Etan? That makes seven total now and that’s only in the past hour that I have sat here.” My eyes shoot to the corner of the room, where Arsenio is reclined back on what of my experimental prototypes for caeli chairs.

“What are you doing here, fire master?” I growl while dropping the glass and drinking straight from the bottle.

“I came to see why you fled so soon after we left Danion and our Queen. She was not well after the debacle Danion made of their union, and you were the only warrior to retire. I was curious as to why that was.” Arsenio is pensive as I sit there silently chugging the alcohol.

We engage in a silent battle, one I intend to win since I feel no inkling to appease his curiosity. But then something happens that I would never have expected. Concern warms his eyes, and I see compassion in the depths of his gaze.

“Etan, you are one of the few warriors here that I respect. And even rarer, you are one I like.” Arsenio leans forward in his chair. “So tell me, as a friend, what is ails you. You are hurting, and it is a pain that is old and raw. You hide it well, but something is very wrong with you.”

I lean my head back as I drain the bottle, while his words bounce around in my head. Why do I keep it a secret?

A bitter laugh escapes me, “Do you know why I hide my pain, Senio?” I use the shortened name of his that we used to affectionately use before his crimes. I see the shock in his gaze, his happiness over the nickname, but tonight I care nothing for appeasing him.

“I hide it, because I know every warrior here will try to convince me to return. Or they will intervene on my behalf.” I fly another bottle to my hand with such force that it shatters when it hits my hand. Oh well, I shake my now glass and alcohol covered hand, then bring another over and manage to not break this one.

Once I have it open, I turn back to the fire warrior before me. “But, I feel like you won’t. You will honor my wishes. Isn’t that true?”

He gazes at me, a look of contemplation heavy upon his face. Then slowly, he nods his head.

I brace myself to speak the words I have not uttered in over thirty Earth years. But find I need more starskie before I can bring the words to my lips. I drink heavily and then drop the bottle to the floor.

“I have a…” I collapse forward in my chair, my hands gripping my head and my elbows resting on my knees. “I have a mate. Like our king has been blessed with, but mine hates me. With good reason, and she refused me. My presence brought her pain, so I left her. The other half of my soul, the one being who could bring me peace. And she hates me.

“So, I left. My gift of caeli allows for me to manage the bond madness, but it is no easy task. It is a constant pain inside. Ripping me apart from within. And one day, it will kill me. Not today, not next year. But, my death will come. I predict within the next five or ten years, I will be no more. And then she will finally be free of me.”

I look up to see the stark disbelief and horror on Arsenio’s face. I let out a dark, humorless chuckle.

“And now you know my big secret, the pain I hide from everyone. And you can’t tell a soul.”

Gelder Shorts

Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Four

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Part Four is here! I really hope you are all enjoying getting to know Etan a little better. I am busy getting geared up to dive into Golon and Marilee’s full-length standalone novel so only one more part until this chapter is done!

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Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two- Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Four

“This tradition seems…peculiar.” Arsenio’s spoken words echo my own unspoken ones. We are here on Earth to collect our Queen, and we came expecting the normal fanfare of a claiming celebration. We inform mortal governments of a pending claiming with extensive lead time, that way they can counsel the claimed individual on what to expect. By the time a retrieval party arrives, the claimed is excited and anxious.

This is not the scene that Arsenio and I are witnessing now.

Since we came to an understanding in the caeli training lounge we have learned to respect the other ones strengths. We have even become quite close, choosing often to work through the logistics of collecting our queen. Well as close as two warriors who do not fully trust one another can ever be.

To be perfectly frank, I am the best equipped to not only handle Arsenio and his belligerence, but to understand it as well. The resentment that I harbored for the formerly disgraced fire master is fading away. I can see through the façade he tries to hide behind to the real male underneath. So we have been known to spar with one another and occasionally even share our meals.

Or, like now, stand together slightly away from the rest of our team while we wait for our queen to be called forth. In a manner of tradition that is quite strange. Or as Arsenio put it peculiar. I speak to him, but keep my gaze on the thousands of human females in the stands of the abandoned stadium before me.

“I concur, warrior. This should be a joyous occasion, not this somber affair we are witnessing. Why are they making it into this spectacle? We know where our queen lives, and her government most certainly knows we are claiming her today for our king. It is unclear why they are hosting this elaborate charade. The only purpose they are achieving is to increase the anxiety of their people.”I muse quietly to him.

“Perhaps that is the point.” Arsenio’s tense voice responds.

“Perhaps,” I murmur in return.

I am not sure what is going on here but I know that I do not like it. Something is not right. The horrible female who is filled with darkness is on the stage now. She was most displeased that Kowan did not fall for her wiles.

Mortals, so concerned with their status and their appearance they struggle to comprehend a society that values neither. As a member of the Gelder race, we care for nothing over the well-being of all life, our entire society is based around the betterment of our universe. And as a warrior of the Gelder race, we have pledged out immortal lives into the protection of those who cannot protect themselves.

While we do not meddle in a planet’s own internal affairs, we swore an oath to give all life an equal opportunity to live and prosper. That means, when genocidal races like the Erains come to destroy an entire race of people, we step in and even lay down our lives if that is what is needed of us.

The words that this female is saying on stage is even more cause for concern. With every word she utters I can practically see the feeling on dread rise in the room. Arsenio and I share a look, our hands moving to rest on our legs, where hidden slits in our warrior leathers conceal dozens of blades.

While our blades will never be our strongest weapon, they are perfect for a fight with a mortal enemy. I shift my gaze slightly to the left, where the rest of my fellow warriors are positioned. I notice they too are all in the warrior stance. Primed and ready to protect our queen if need be.

Except…”Where the fief is she?” Arsenio growls to my right. I hear similar phrases spoken in low tones to my left. With this laughable excuse for a claiming tradition we have no idea where she is. Amell and Kowan know what her physical appearance is but that is not something the rest of us know. How can we protect her if we do not know who she is?

Those two went earlier to her childhood home and investigated. Their stony expressions when they returned was all I needed to know something was wrong. An eerie, almost ominous quiet befalls the crowd. Our queen’s name is flashing on the screen.

For several tense moments, there is no movement in the crowd. And then suddenly, a small female rises from a seat very near the top of the stadium. I can feel the warriors tense next to me. She is a small creature, but in no way does she appear fragile. She is thin, almost alarmingly so, with blonde hair that hangs rather limply along her head. Her clothes are atrocious. To call them rags is too generous.

But that is not what has caused my fellow warriors to tense. It is her inner power, I can feel it. Born of her purity, she is like a blazing star in this dreary arena. She needs to be protected, I can feel the necessity pulling me towards her. And it is not just me, because we all move as if synchronized. Kowan is the only one not to follow, he speaks low so as to not be overheard. “I will ensure the path before us is secure. Guard her, my brothers. Guard her well.”

We all nod, we feel it to. An animosity towards our queen whose origin we cannot detect. As we draw closer to her we can tell she is uncomfortable. Worry, fear, anxiety all seep out of her. Just before we make contact, I hear Malin whisper, “She is perfect. A bright and shining female who is pure of heart. She will do our king proud.” A series of agreements are given, and then they all fall mute for we have reached her and move into formation around her. Escorting her to the room where she will be prepared for her final departure.

I can tell my fellow warriors are pleased, so excited over the female we shall call queen. But, I cannot embrace these emotions. Where they see uncertainty in her, I recognize pain. She is a soul in need, wounded and bleeding, calling out for help only for the calls to be ignored.

I cannot be happy for my king, not yet. For just like these warriors, he is like to accept the façade, believe her to be nothing more than a nervous new mate. But I have been there, and I have made that mistake, and tragedy followed in its wake.

King Danion is up against some horrible odds. Because I can sense what is within Eleanor Sette, and it is not a happy young female who has lived a pampered life. She holds the mental scars of a victim.

Our queen has been mistreated, and I will not rest until I have helped heal her hidden pain. I can do no less, it so closely mirrors my own.