A Prayer

Faewyn couldn’t believe it. She wished that it was a nightmare. But the reality hit her and she felt like she was being swallowed by the sea. An ocean of her darkest dreams.

The High Captain Kelindel, her landlord, had challenged Dalindo to a duel. Possibly a duel to the death.

She sat there on the cream-colored velvet couch in the library, her slender hands clutching onto a pair of sturdy, brown leather boots that rested in her lap. Her fingertips lightly traced over the shape of them, wanting to memorize what the texture of the leather felt like. She had saved up all of her coin and decided to buy the boots to give to Dalindo, whenever she would see him again. He had been going around while being bare footed and she didn’t want him to go into battle without a decent pair of boots. It was perhaps a crazy thought, but she didn’t care. She had to do something, anything to help Dalindo.

Faewyn was angry. Furious even. She could not stand the thought that he had been so impulsive as to stand up to the Captain. What was he trying to prove? He said that he didn’t care whether the duel was to be fought to the yield or to the death, but what about her? Did he not care for her? Does he not love her and think about how she would feel if he were to die? She thought that he could change, that he could not get into trouble again, but that has now proven to be wrong.

Faewyn lowered her head, her pained gaze falling upon the boots in her lap as she thought of what else could be done. She searched within herself for awhile, before she came to a realization. There are gods, six of them, that would be willing to listen to her or even to help her in some way. One particular goddess stood out amongst the others within her mind. Ylessa, goddess of the sea, of love, of birth, fertility, of reincarnation.

Of course! Faewyn cried out within her head, I could pray to her. She then closed her eyes tightly and began her prayer.

I haven’t prayed to a god or a goddess before, but I have decided to put my faith into you, Ylessa. Dalindo, my love, will most likely be dueling Captain Kelindel today and it may very well end in death for him. I am praying, to you, to please save Dali from death. I pray that Kelindel will not strike the final blow to him if and when he defeats Dali. And, if Dali were to die, I pray that you will bring him back to me. That you will put some sense into his head and make him realize that I need him, and that he needs me. Please, I beg you, don’t let Dali die. Save him.

Faewyn then began to wonder if Dalindo would allow her to wish that he could be reborn again, if he were to perish. She had promised him that she would move on, find someone else if he were to die, but she didn’t want his life to end like this

She feared she’d have to break the promise after all.

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