Breaking ties was never my strong suit. Speaking of which, who else can really say it is? Who can work hard on building a relationship, put in the effort of learning another persons wants and beliefs; humor and despair, then just at a drop of a hat - let it all go? My husband once told me; "He was so wrapped up in himself, that there was no chance for escape." Escape from what, he never was clear. But I had to break this, I had to sever the thin rope that was already splitting fine threads and bursting out with each passing argument. ( Tharmon ) was not a man I could keep up with. His life was his own and my husband knew that once - yet I had been too blind; or naive to perceive.
I had laughed and cried with him, pushed him to make amends and held back my own feelings of hate. This was my biggest downfall - "Ruthi... you silly woman." My adoptive father would have reprimanded me for being overly trust worthy and my husband would have done worse. But my dear father was now dead and my tolerant husband was lost - for Heavens knows how long. So my mind made up, I was going to put this man in his place and finally cast the last swipe down on the delicate rope with my dagger of words.
"It was done before this began, (Tharmon.) You've made the choices you think wise, now I will do the same."
"It is a fools mistake! The path you set is not going to bring you the peace you desire so much, woman."
It was not his words - but the tone. He sounded so much like my lost husband. His dear younger brother. "Yet I will brave it. Without you."
"If you loose my assistance, you know what will happen. These lands are not as cool and calm as they were years ago, Ruthi. This dammed war has created crevices on peoples hearts wider then any cavern in the mountains. You will die."
Winter had come just weeks before, the icy breeze coming from the north seemed to have loose its bitter chill as it hit my flushed face. "My task will be picked up by the next Knight, then."
A sneer, he seemed so angry. With me, with the state of his anguish. Upon the feeling of cool wind our mares shifted guardedly. "Empire dogs. Your husband would have been revolted."
"Yet your brother would have been proud."
With the reins looped around my hand, I managed to guide my mare towards the north. If more words had been spoken by the man not ten feet away; the fierce wind muffled the haunting voice.
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Kimberly's Notes : Here is what happens when my mind thinks of a certain character. His name is in bold and italic, because its not set in stone yet. Most people say to write what you know.. so I am! Also, my teacher once told me to stick with the type you like to read - which is mostly Fantasy / War / Romance. So this story - this idea for my novel is a mix of everything. Ruthi is of course the main character, who has this task set against her all in the amidst of finding her lost and falsely imprisoned husband.
What I want to know, is how you like the first-person view. I find it so easy to get a flow going when I write in someone's perspective. Yet it may get harder to keep in constantly her mind during the coarse of the story, as it will include whats going on with her husband. Reviews! Please! :)
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