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Last one. Sorry about that.
Title: The Blood Eye
Rating: PG-13
Universe: The Dak Territories
Characters/Pairings: Meruk, Daes, Jung, Aruk
Summary: For the Children of Aruk, battle brings many gifts.
Wordcount: 333
Prompt: Erato - Calm
Notes: Set at the begining of the story, just before Aruk is made mortal
Claimer: Belongs to me
Title: The Blood Eye
Rating: PG-13
Universe: The Dak Territories
Characters/Pairings: Meruk, Daes, Jung, Aruk
Summary: For the Children of Aruk, battle brings many gifts.
Wordcount: 333
Prompt: Erato - Calm
Notes: Set at the begining of the story, just before Aruk is made mortal
Claimer: Belongs to me
The Blood Eye
Battle carried many gifts for the followers of War. Fear, for some. Berserker rage, for others. A wild, fierce joy for more again. There was life in battle that the Children of Aruk could find nowhere else.
For Meruk, the gift had always been calm. A deep serenity that nothing else in his life had ever approached. In battle, in the fight, surrounded by screams and yells and the clash of weapons, the stench of blood and mud, the burn of exhaustion and wounds, he was as calm as the eye of a storm, a dancing stillness, the center of the world. There was peace, there, that soothed his heart after all the complications and confusions of all the rest of the world.
The Blood Eye, Daes called it. The older soldier had a strange turn for the poetic every so often. The Blood Eye in the storm of life. Daes was another of the calm ones, placid as a river, strong as one too. He'd lived inside the Blood Eye for most of his life, a career soldier, a lifelong member of the Order. Perhaps that's why Jung attracted him so. Jung was a strategist, a planner, calm in all areas except the fight, when he took on another aspect altogether. It was one Meruk had never understood, never been able to grasp. It was a kind of joy that took the young man in battle, an epiphany, almost a pale divinity. Truth be told, there were times Jung frightened him.
But not then. Not inside the Blood Eye. Even falling, even watching his men, everything he loved, fall before his eyes, he was calm. Untouchable, the dancing stillness. Daes beside him, all the force of the placid river. Jung, eyes distant and laughing, a strange peace on his face, moving around them. His god, wild and raging at his back. At the center, the eye, the pivot upon which the world turned.
There, as nowhere else, no matter what, Meruk could find peace.
Battle carried many gifts for the followers of War. Fear, for some. Berserker rage, for others. A wild, fierce joy for more again. There was life in battle that the Children of Aruk could find nowhere else.
For Meruk, the gift had always been calm. A deep serenity that nothing else in his life had ever approached. In battle, in the fight, surrounded by screams and yells and the clash of weapons, the stench of blood and mud, the burn of exhaustion and wounds, he was as calm as the eye of a storm, a dancing stillness, the center of the world. There was peace, there, that soothed his heart after all the complications and confusions of all the rest of the world.
The Blood Eye, Daes called it. The older soldier had a strange turn for the poetic every so often. The Blood Eye in the storm of life. Daes was another of the calm ones, placid as a river, strong as one too. He'd lived inside the Blood Eye for most of his life, a career soldier, a lifelong member of the Order. Perhaps that's why Jung attracted him so. Jung was a strategist, a planner, calm in all areas except the fight, when he took on another aspect altogether. It was one Meruk had never understood, never been able to grasp. It was a kind of joy that took the young man in battle, an epiphany, almost a pale divinity. Truth be told, there were times Jung frightened him.
But not then. Not inside the Blood Eye. Even falling, even watching his men, everything he loved, fall before his eyes, he was calm. Untouchable, the dancing stillness. Daes beside him, all the force of the placid river. Jung, eyes distant and laughing, a strange peace on his face, moving around them. His god, wild and raging at his back. At the center, the eye, the pivot upon which the world turned.
There, as nowhere else, no matter what, Meruk could find peace.
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