Sed the Elder of Issad: In Abun

====== (By Deikan-Kalibran) ======
We have crossed the border to Abun, and I am filled with reservations. Not long ago, we were at war. 
With Queen Kaliendra’s ascension to the throne, so were our past 
conflicts swept aside, that we might begin our relations anew.
And 
yet, I dread my invitation to visit the Queen’s home in the capital. The
 last time I saw Enit, it loomed in the distance as I stood over the 
body of General Kepi of the Ahkis clan. That day is as clear to me now as it has 
ever been. I remember the numbness that filled my being as his spear found its mark in the side of my face. And I am haunted by his 
expression of surprise when I ran him through with my sword anyway. 
Mere
 days later, our corrupted king, Eras, had been executed. What we had 
been told were Abunese raiding parties in our highlands were actually 
soldiers from far away, conspiring with the Corrupted King to start a 
war between Issad and Abun. I killed general Kepi for a lie, and was happy to do
 it at the time. I do not look to the Gods for my reward.
Our priests
 told me they could hide the scars. That they could make my wounds heal 
such that I would look as I did before the war. I refused. 
I like to
 think that in these scars, something of Kepi is preserved. So long as I
 am alive, his talents as a warrior are not forgotten.
Kepi of the Ahkis clan was the brother of the late Prince Zu II, the father to Queen 
Kaliendra. Although Kaliendra has declared peace between Abun and Issad,
 the scar on my face reminds me that some wounds go deep, and no amount 
of time can ever, or should ever, truly heal them. 
Enit’s 
royal garden was quite a sight to see. Rare desert flowers had been 
carefully cultivated over the generations, and their bright colors were 
in vivid contrast to the stark tan and brown of the walls of Queen 
Kaliendra’s palace. Narrow dirt paths separated different beds of 
different flowers, with the occasional tree planted along it.
Sed the
 Elder sat in the shade of one of these trees, lost in an unnavigable 
labyrinth of thought. A Tokaya, his blue-green coloration made him blend
 in surprisingly well with the shadow cast by the tree he now sat back 
against. Though the royal gardens were in the heart of Enit, Sed’s mind 
wandered outside the city limits, to a plateau overlooking the town. It 
had been there that he had dueled general Kepi of the Ahkis clan, and against all 
odds, had won. 
Years ago -The early morning was cold, 
but the hike up to the overlook had helped shake the cold from Sed’s 
bones. Slowly, he crawled to the edge, and found himself looking down on
 the Abunese camp. They were completely unaware. 
Sed crawled 
back from the drop and pulled the satchel from his back. From the 
satchel, he produced a piece of flint. There were plenty of dry shrubs 
growing from the outcropping. Any of them would be suitable for a 
signal. But it wouldn’t do to have the fire spread to the camp they were
 trying to capture, now would it? He selected a smaller shrub away from 
the rest. It should burn bright enough to be a suitable signal without 
catching the rest of the hillside.
Before he could strike the 
flint, a foot came down on his hand, pinning it to the ground. Sed 
looked up just in time to get knocked over by a swift (but thankfully 
somewhat soft) kick to his chest. Over him stood General Kepi of the Ahkis clan. The
 general’s dark tan scales let him blend perfectly into the terrain 
overlooking Enit. Perhaps he had been watching Sed work this entire 
time…
Kepi took a few steps back, a basic, but sturdy spear 
clutched in his left hand. He gestured for Sed to rise to his feet, and 
so the blue-green tokaya did, pulling his sword from his belt as he did 
so. To Sed, the rest of the world seemed to fade away into the 
background. All the weeks of stealthily making their way towards the 
capital had been building up to this moment. And now Sed’s mission had 
been brought to a halt by his most dangerous opponent.
	Sed made 
the first move, lunging towards the General, trying to close the 
distance before the spear could be leveled. With unbelievable speed, 
Kepi stepped aside and parried the strike with the shaft of the spear, 
knocking Sed backwards towards the edge of the overlook. A second 
attempt to push towards the General was countered by a swift swing of 
the spear, the tip raked across Sed’s stomach, drawing blood, but not 
cutting particularly deep. It was enough to keep him from completing his
 attack, however.
It seemed that every time Sed attempted to strike 
at the General, Kepi would counter with equal or greater speed. At this 
point, the sun had risen enough to illuminate the overlook, and had Sed 
not been so utterly focused on his opponent, he would have noticed the 
Abunese soldiers had been awakened by their combat, and stood below, 
watching.
	Suddenly, and unexpectedly, the General initiated an 
attack of his own, driving the spear deep into the side of Sed’s face. 
Sed’s vision blurred, he fell to his knees, and with a shudder of 
revulsion, he realized he had just swallowed one of his own teeth. Yet 
in that moment, he also saw his opportunity, at last, to strike.  With 
one hand, he wrenched the spear from his face, and with the other, he 
drove his sword through General Kepi’s heart.
The look of utter 
surprise on Kepi’s face seemed to bring the strength back to Sed’s 
limbs. The searing pain in his face was dulled. Victory! Somehow, he had
 mustered the strength to defeat the best warrior Abun had to offer. 
Now, he became aware of the Abunese troops assembled below him. For a 
moment, Sed the Elder’s confidence wavered. If they so desired, this 
assembly could easily kill him in moments. But the sight of their fallen
 general was so demoralizing; the Abunese soldiers began to drop their 
weapons, surrendering to the bruised, beaten, and profusely bleeding 
aggressor standing above them.
	Within days, the men commanded by
 Sed the Elder had surrounded the city of Enit. They were not without 
compassion, however, and had allowed the captured Abunese soldiers to 
return to their homes. They had also delivered the body of Kepi Ahkis to
 the gates, both as an honorable gesture and as a symbol of triumph.
Yet
 more days later, it was known that all this effort had been a farce. 
The only reason General Kepi had allowed Sed to live long enough to 
deliver a fatal blow had been because the General knew Abun was 
innocent. Killing Kepi had not been a victory, but rather an empty act 
by a misguided soldier. The lie broke Sed the Elder of Issad, and it was
 never certain that he had been able to put himself back together 
again.-
Sed lowered his head, attempting to conceal his 
tears, though he saw no one around. It was unseemly for a hero of Issad 
to be so vulnerable. Still, it was hard to avoid dwelling on a past that
 haunted his every moment, awake or otherwise. After a moment, he became
 aware of a hand wiping the tears from his face. Too weak to protest, he
 looked up, finding himself face to face with another tokaya, this one 
light green, and adorned with golden jewelry, signifying nobility.
A
 chill rose from Sed’s gut as he realized he was looking at Queen 
Kaliendra of Abun. Furthermore, he was crying in the middle of her 
palace gardens. Her voice was soft, soothing, and concerned. “Sed the 
Elder… What is wrong?”
It took him a few moments to register the 
question. Even then, his only response was to stare timidly at the 
Queen. Her kind expression never wavered for a moment, even as her eyes 
were drawn to the ugly scar marring the left side of Sed’s face.
	He could not reply, he had expected that any sign of weakness would be 
met by scorn in lieu of his status and history. In Issad, the Abunese 
were considered dangerous, untrustworthy barbarians, regardless of the 
currently peaceful relations between the two cultures. Sed had long been
 disillusioned with these notions, but not so much that he ever could 
have expected the Queen of Abun to look on him with care and concern.
Kaliendra
 then embraced Sed, driving the last vestiges of coherent thought from 
him. He had not been so close with another person since before the death
 of General Kepi. Slowly, Sed returned to his senses enough to pull away
 from the Queen, blinking the last tears from his eyes. He stood and 
lowered his head in a gesture of respect.
“Queen Kaliendra. I—I apologize for my lack of propriety…” she stood and stopped him speaking with a wave of her hand.
“Do
 not apologize, Sed the Elder. I know you are troubled. If anything, I 
am happy that you have found my royal gardens enjoyable enough to be at 
ease and allow your mind to wander. Although, it seems to have wandered 
to dark places… You do not need to explain yourself to me.”
Sed 
stared at the ground, unsure of what he might accidentally convey should
 he meet the Queen’s eyes. All at once, he was filled with elation, 
anger, confusion, and, strangely, contentment.  “Thank you, Queen 
Kaliendra. I am not used to such kindness…”
Soon, he found 
himself being led by the hand out of the royal gardens, down several 
modestly decorated hallways, and into a small, but much more ornate 
room. In the center of this room was a round wooden table, clearly 
imported from some far off land. At the table sat Kaliendra’s husband, 
Prince Faad. Kaliendra deposited Sed into a chair across from her 
husband, then sat herself next to Faad.
	“Well met, Sed the 
Elder.” Said Faad. “I had heard that you were a troubled man. I did not 
imagine the extent to be so drastic, however. I hope we have not done 
something to upset you further.”
“You have not,” replied Sed. His
 mind was racing, unsure of how to proceed. The sheer volume of emotions
 he felt were overwhelming his ability to think rationally. The freedom 
he felt within the walls of Kaliendra’s palace seemed to have caused him
 a new sort of duress in his own mind. In an instant, however, he saw a 
bid for liberty, and a grand plan began to unfold. “May I speak 
frankly?” he asked.
	Prince Faad and Queen Kaliendra exchanged confused, but meaningful looks. Rather than replying, they both nodded in unison.
Sed
 the Elder stood to regard the two of them. “Issad has long regarded 
Abun as a nation of barbarians. I, myself, held this to be true, even 
well after the fall of our Corrupted King, Eras, who had worked so hard 
to instill such ideas within his subjects. On my journey to Enit, I have
 been able to witness the same people I looked upon with contempt during
 my assault on Abun. These people are not savages, they are a rich and 
wonderful culture led by a wise and noble Queen, and Issad will forever 
be a lesser nation so long as we fail to understand this. And now, it is
 to you, Queen Kaliendra, and you, Prince Faad, that I wish to tell of 
the days following my return to Issad after killing General Kepi. What I
 am about to tell you will make me a traitor to Issad. But my mind is 
set. This knowledge will be to the benefit of the people of Abun, my 
conscience, and perhaps someday, the people of Issad.”
It was the
 Queen who now spoke. “If this is what you believe to be the honorable 
course of action, Sed the Elder, we will hear this tale, and will see to
 it that you are not regarded unjustly.”
	
Years ago –
 Sounds of celebration filled the streets of Hyaghar, welcoming home the
 soldiers dispatched to Abun. Ekon, the High Priest of Issad, had 
declared that Sed’s victory over General Kepi was proof that despite the
 lies of King Eras, the gods had not abandoned their people. Sed, for 
his part, had smiled as much as he could with his wounds, then retreated
 to his estate. He relayed his story and his regrets to his brother, Sed
 the Younger, then retreated to his balcony to watch the celebrations 
from a distance.
	A young Emer boy began to pluck out an old 
marching song on a lute. It was slow and sad, yet powerful and uplifting
 at the same time. Sed frowned in concentration. He couldn’t remember 
the words… how could he forget them? This song had long been a companion
 to Issad’s soldiers, he’d sung it many times. But it wouldn’t come to 
him. The fresh scars marking the left side of his face throbbed, the 
burning pain of their new presence seemed to drive the song from his 
head, and he turned his back on the streets below in frustration… only 
to come face to face with another source of frustration.
The High
 Priest of Issad, Ekon, was a tan tokaya, roughly the same age as Sed, 
though a little taller. Unlike Sed, a soldier, Ekon’s garb was mostly 
ornamental, with rare metal piercings and sheer, but distinct cloth that
 did little to conceal the priest’s almost obnoxiously attractive body. 
When he spoke, it was the practiced and soothing tone of a skilled 
orator.
“You should be celebrating, Sed the Elder.”
Sed 
knelt in front of the High Priest, lowering his head, then rising back 
to his feet. “I feel no pride in my actions, Ekon. I killed an innocent 
and now they’re having a damn parade for me.”
“You killed Kepi of the Ahkis clan, a dangerous savage, in a duel, earning the respect of both Issad and Abun alike.”
	Sed turned away, staring back out at the street. “Maybe. I feel 
horrible… It wasn’t right, Ekon. You gave me my orders, and I followed 
them… but what sort if victory is one borne of lies and deceit? General 
Kepi had every right to fight back against us.”
Ekon placed a 
hand on Sed’s shoulder. “I sent you to attack Abun because you were our 
first choice to replace the corrupt king, Sed. You are to be the 
successor to Eras. A sense of justice such as yours will quickly heal 
the wounds Eras opened.”
Sed the Elder slowly turned to regard Ekon once more. “You knew the entire time.” His expression was blank and distant.
“The Corrupt King’s lies dug deep, Sed. You can’t just dethrone someone appointed by the gods.”
The
 priest’s explanation was cut short by a clattering of feet and metal, 
and he found himself held down against the wall by Sed, the flat side of
 a dagger nestled just underneath his chin. “Enough lies! If you knew 
enough to use me as a diversion, you knew enough to enlist my help in 
stopping Eras. Perhaps you were hoping I’d have complete control over 
Abun by the time you finished stabbing him in the back?”
“Sed, what are you-“
The
 priest was shaken roughly. “Speak another word before I tell you to, 
Ekon, and I’ll cut the lying tongue from your head.” Sed was shouting 
now. “I won’t be your damned shield! Find another king and get out of my
 house!” 
Sed released the priest and took a step back, the rush of 
anger still fresh in him. A warm-wet feeling rolled down the left side 
of his face, and he realized that he’d re-opened the wounds. Without 
another word, Ekon left in a hurry, shaken and dazed.-
“And now 
Ekon is the King of Issad, and believe me, he still has sights on Abun.”
 Sed the Elder finished his tale, then looked between Kaliendra and Faad
 to try and gauge their reactions.
Kaliendra replied. “You have 
given us a lot to think about, Sed the Elder. You have proven yourself 
to me to be noble and honest, and are free to come and go from my palace
 as you please.”
	Thus, Sed the Elder of Issad had cast his lot in favor of truth, regardless of the price he might ultimately pay.
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