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Gelder Shorts: Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Five

Hi Everone!

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.”

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Gelder Shorts- Etan’s Hidden Pain Part Three

Hi Everyone!

Part Three is here! Keep an eye for the final two chapters coming over the next couple of weeks. Quick update on me, I am busy working on my new series of books, The Gelder Warriors. Golon’s book will be first but everyone will have their own books. Including our pain-ridden Etan 🙂

After these stories for Etan, I will be diving fully into writing Golon’s book the blog will be on pause. But I will be working on the blog as well, look for updates in the new year.

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Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two, Etan’s Hidden Pain Part 3

A loud banging from beneath me prompts me to open my eyes. I look down the long tunnel that I hold myself afloat within where I have been meditating here where nothing touches me but air. There, several thousand feet below me is the hot-headed fire master I have been waiting for.

“You know that it is considered quite impolite to request someone’s presence and then hide yourself away in this star-forsaken tunnel and show off your caeli powers?” Arsenio bellows upwards at me. “You are well and truly gifted in this power, no other can lift themselves so high with such control. There is no reason to keep boasting about it.”

His words open a deep wound inside that he will never see. I do not lock myself in this chamber and call upon my powers to show off. I do it for the emotions I feel when there is nothing around me but the very air that is so much a part of me. If I was on a planet or moon I would be in the clouds. Feeling true freedom. But never peace. Oh no, not that.

Peace and serenity are emotions that were stolen from me, by the one person who should have been there to give me such comforts. But alas, I am sentenced to a life of pain and misery while those around me think I am nothing but happy. It’s my curse, to hide my pain.

I begin to lower myself, allowing my powers to gently cradle me as I float down towards the irritated warrior beneath me. I affix a small, pleasant smile to my lips. Once I am back near the floor, I step down with one foot and release my powers completely. Allowing me to walk once more, my time of flight behind me for now.

“Ah, Arsenio. Thank you for coming.” I speak to him in a calm voice. The minuscule pleasure I gained from my flight is making me even more agreeable, even though I do not relish the topic I have come to speak to him about.

A grunt and an eye roll are all I receive in response. Very well, I expected nothing more.

“I requested to speak with you because there is a question I have been asking myself for a long time now, and I have not been able to come to a satisfying conclusion on my own.” I motion towards the door he came through, and we begin walking towards a comfortable lounge situated in a small room affixed to the base of this hollow tower. All caeli masters enjoy testing the control of their power, and often they will compete to see who can reach the highest peaks. This room’s function is for those who are competing to rest comfortably while they await their turn.

Once we enter, I motion for Arsenio to take a seat on the hovering ovals that are positioned to our right. With our intuitive technology, the discs remain dormant until sat upon. Then they will become whatever shape is needed to perform their desired function. Right now, they conform themselves in to comfortable chairs with tall backs and wide seats to accommodate our large frames.

“And what question is so complicated that you must seek me out to answer it for you?” Arsenio’s words are dripping with scorn. His feelings of disgust towards us, those he once loved like brothers, is more than apparent.

His dislike of me is something I can easily ignore, as it bothers me naught. But his blatant disregard for my king has resulted in the suffering of those I love before. Since the conversation with my king, I too have had doubts about Arsenio and his true intentions.

Not about if he will harm our soon to be queen, but if he will attempt to harm our king or my fellow brethren. With these thoughts heavy in my mind and heart, my easy-going façade drops easily. Being quickly replaced by a glare that in no way hides my rage.

“If I will have to kill you. That is my question.” I see the shock in his eyes, he tries to mask his reaction but it is there in a flicker of his eyes. “I will not allow harm to come to my king, my fellow warriors, or my queen. If anything you do hurts any of them in any way, I will not stand idly by. I will take the life you so willingly squander. So I ask you, am I going to have to kill you?”

I let the sincerity drip into my words, my tone heavy with deadly intent.

“Of all the warriors here, you are not the one I expected to have this conversation with,” Arsenio speaks slowly, the insult in his words poorly disguised.

I let my eyes harden, the easy smile dropping from my lips. “And why would that be, hmm?” I ask him with a dangerous growl in my words. “Because I am a caeli master and therefore so opposed to a confrontation that I am nothing but a weakling?”

Arsenio says nothing, but his eyes reveal his agreement with these words. I can feel the anger burn low in my gut, but it is in no danger of escaping. I have total control of my emotions. Which is not something this ignis master will ever possess.

I raise my hand to my chin and study my companion with a face void of all expression. “Tell me, oh powerful one. Who is the better warrior? A warrior who is so capable of fully removing themselves from the temptation of emotion that he can strike down any foe who threatens those he protects no matter his own desires. Can kill anything and anyone for his king if that is what is needed. Regardless of personal feelings, a warrior who can hide his pain, or his rage, or his love so that he can fulfill his duty is a formidable weapon.” I pause to let my words sink in, for the meaning behind them to absorb into him. I am a warrior who will do anything required of me, and if it hurts, well I am more than capable of hiding it.

After I see his eyes darken with understanding, I continue. “But what of a warrior so ruled by emotions that he would turn against everything he was meant to protect in a fit of rage? Who could throw away every pledge he ever made, as if those pledges were garbage. Is this warrior even worth keeping around?”

Arsenio’s eyes burn, his rage building. “Careful now, fire master. We wouldn’t want me to have to kill you now would we?” Without breaking eye contact with him, I slowly begin funneling all the air out of the room. Something I do not require to function, but Arsenio does. He cannot die due to lack of oxygen but his body will shut down without it. And his powers would be useless here in a room with absolutely no oxygen.

His eyes begin to bulge, I wait until he is just on the verge of unconsciousness and then let the room fill with air once more. I add a not so gentle push of air to his back, causing him to fall to the floor.

I lean over him, and I affix my happy, pleasant smile to my face once.

“So Arsenio, as I have just proved I can defeat you. Easily in fact. I can render your power useless. I have not risen to this position, as the highest-ranking caeli master, because I am weak. I have done it because I have embraced who I am. You still battle with this. I can help you accept your lot in life. Or you can continue to wallow in self-pity and arrogance. The choice is yours, either way, I will have a smile on my face. It is up to you if I am grinning with you, or over your corpse.”

I turn and leave the lounge, whistling a merry tune all the way. Listening to the gasps of an asphyxiated warrior behind me.

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Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two- Etan’s Hidden Pain Part 2

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Gelder Shorts: Chapter Two, Etan’s Hidden Pain: Part 2

 

“Etan, may I speak with you a moment?” I wave my hand in the air to dismiss the small, holographic display that houses the arrangements I am making to travel to Earth soon. I turn towards the deep voice, an easy smile appearing on my lips as always.

“My king,” I greet Danion with a shallow bow, had we been in public I would have dropped much deeper out of deference to his title. But here in private I am allowed a more informal sign of respect. “Of course you may speak with me, you know that my door is always open.”

I move over to the two small hovering planks in my chambers, they are intuitive technology that will form around our bodies once we sit in them creating a perfect comfort experience.

In our personal chambers is some of the only places you will find these luxuries. Danion has had them removed from all the other areas of the ship in order to make his human mate feel more comfortable.

“Yes, Etan, you have said that before.” Danion moves to the intuitive seats and falls into it with the grace only a seasoned warrior like himself can achieve. “I have come to request your opinion on my adding Arsenio to the team.”

I wasn’t expecting that, the king has never before questioned his decision once he makes it. Ever. For him to be this unsure, something is bothering him. I can sense it beneath his calm façade. He is plagued by unease.

“What is it, my king?” I ask the warrior sitting before me. “I know you are ill at ease. Share with me your burden.”

Danion drops his gaze to his hands, his eyes are dark with memories past.

“You know that my mate is due to come aboard soon.” I nod my head to him, silently requesting he continue. “I find that I am…quite anxious about her arrival and safety once she is on board. She is human, and therefore delicate. No harm can come to her. None.” Rage is swirling in the king’s turbulent gaze.

In any other warrior, such anger would be dangerous. But in our king? The most powerful warrior among us? It is deadly. He is barely maintaining control of his emotions.

“Have I ever told you that bond madness can be managed?” I ask him in a deceptively bored tone. I have no intention of explaining why I know this. His interest is piqued, so I continue. “It never goes away, and the more powerful you are, the more maddening it will be. It will work to drive you completely insane. Desperate for one thing and one thing only. Your mate, and when you cannot get to them, we all better hope no one gets in your way.”

I stare at him for a time, contemplating this powerful being in my chambers. The stronger the warrior, the harder the bond madness will be. I wonder if he will be able to control it. And more importantly, if we will survive his loss of control.

“I know this Etan, I have been feeling it every day for the past twenty years.”

“Yes, but you are only experiencing a mere fraction of what you will feel once you see her.” My mind threatens to turn to memories better left buried, but I refuse to let it go there. “You need to be prepared.”

Danion, in a rare moment of weakness, wipes his hand down his face and sighs in frustration. “But how?” He beseeches. “That is what no one says, we all know about the bond madness and what it does to a warrior’s control. But no one says how to combat it. I feel like a scimaar is slashing my brain to bits, my skin is crawling with power just begging to break free.”

I must tread carefully here, to ensure that I can help my king, but not reveal too much. My pain is mine and mine alone. I have no intention to share it.

“You must be find ways to center your powers around the calmer lineages. Distance yourself from ignis specifically. The fire lineage is too volatile. Anium and caeli are the best to focus on. They will provide a measure of peace, and once you have found that peace, you grab on with everything you got.”

“How do you know this will work?”

How indeed? That is an answer I will never give. So I do little more than give a careless shrug of my shoulders to him, and then toss a happy smile to him. “You will just have to trust me that this will work. I would not steer you wrong.”

Danion nods, “Yes, I know that.” He sighs again, then turns to me. “Do you think Arsenio will hurt Eleanor? His vendetta against me has harmed innocents before.”

“If I may be so bold, if you were so worried about this, why bring him on at all? Why not leave him to his banishment?” I ask him, hoping to allow him to draw is own conclusion and ease is own mind.

“Because there is no one with better control of ignis than myself. Arsenio may reject the teachings he learned when he was taught the warrior’s code when it comes to other warriors, but he has always been fiercely protective of females.” Danion’s head falls forwards, a furrow on his brow.

I smile at him, “Yes, I agree. Arsenio may be a right rultshart, but I do not believe he would intentionally harm your mate. Even to spite you.”

“It is easy to convince my head, the heart however is not so easily persuaded. I fear for her. She will no doubt be unaccustomed to hardship, and the life of a warrior king is no easy life.” Danion seems to suddenly realize how much he has let slip, he stands abruptly and moves to the door.

More than his concern over her safety, he is concerned she will not be happy with him. An understandable worry for a mate to experience.

Danion nods to me in farewell, and exits the room.

Now alone, the smile fades while the pain I keep locked away blasts its way through my defenses. I send a pray to the stars that Danion’s mate loves him, and provides him the peace that only a mate can give.

To walk these endless years of existence alone is no laughing matter. It is enough to sour you against immortality. Because what good is living forever when you are trapped in your own personal nightmare?