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Seeking Perfection III


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It was early morning when an official made his way from the etherial heights of the palace of justice to the waiting masses in the first level. Praying to his god-ancestors for his descent to never end, he held tight grip of the scroll the sapiarch handed to him, knowing that the confrontation with the gold-clad woman was imminent. Finally reaching the ground he floated several meters above the waiting Altmer, searching for the strange-shaped eyes of angry orange. Some faces turned to him, some hopeful, some fearful but without showing any emotion, looking down again as he passed. Never before had he noticed how many Altmer could fit this hall. Suddenly he felt a gaze in his back. Even before turning around and spotting the orange eyes surounded by golden skin, golden hair and golden armor, he knew that is was her. That eyes... they took him aback with their imperfection. Still they were framed by such delightful perfection...

"141 RK 91 (further on Andarcya) …"

Adarcya looked up to the official, making a step towards him.

"Yes, it is I. And I´m surprised to see you again. I apprehended you to be to intimidated to return to me..."

Biting her lips she anathematized her words. It was unwise to offend the official again if she wanted to learn anything new about her father, so she quickly continued, changeing the subject.

"Now? Do you have any piece of news concerning my father?"

She spotted the scroll the official clasped with both hands, focusing it with her strange-shaped eyes. The official felt that she wanted it. He had gone through this a couple of times. He would open the scroll, a few spell-words of pacification, reading the text, she would yell at him... He couldn´t imagine any other possible outcome of revealing the news to Andarcya. He sighed. Probably it was best to simply give the scroll to her, without many words of preperation.

"Indeed. This scroll... it is for you."

Reluctantly the official floated down to the gold-clad woman, trying to remain aloof while handing the scroll to her. He knew she wouldn´t like the read, all he could do was to get out of her reaching area.

But as soon as Andarcya had the scroll she unwrapped the linen text by drawing apart the two ends forcefully. She was just glad that she finally got something. Anything. For weeks now she had been kept in suspense. Still she couldn´t feel relieve or joy. She wanted answers.

Ignoring the spells interwoven in both the fibre and the written, her eyes fell immediately on one word in the middle of juristic elaborations, law text references and squiggled spell-words.

"Banishment."

She released one end of the scroll making it wind itself up again with a snap. That couldn´t be true. How could they do something like that? She asked for imprisonment instead of execution and it was guaranteed for Andarcya had a high rank amongst the warriors. Why should the officials change their opinion like that, betraying her? She began to realize. Her father was gone... somewhere outside... Was it her fault? Did her short temper and audaciousness condenm her father to a fate worse than death? She trembled with grief and anger, mostly about herself. She had offended the official and... the officials. Of course.

Her emotionless eyes stared at the official. Rather trough him but still he couldn´t help it, he had to stare back. That eyes... they captivted him. He couldn´t really say wether it was their imperfection or the eerie change that happened to them. Literally glowing of wrath and frustration like redhot embers, their shine scared him. By such a vision of anger and rage the official was petrified with horror, unable to float back high.

"Banishment?"

Andarcya´s hands released the scroll. Even before it hit the ground her left hand was at the official's throat and her right hand at the hilt of her sword. Startled and coughing the official forgot to uphold his levitation. He would have yelled with pain when his whole weight suddenly had to be beared by his neck, nearly breaking it.

"BANISHMENT!"

The sharp-edged metal caps of Andarcya´s fingers in her gauntlet cut into his flesh.

"...No!... let... me..."

The official would struggle against her arm, but having spent centuries only floating in the light, mocking reason and gravity, he lacked any physical strenght. Soon his tries to escape turned weaker and his arms fell powerless to his sides.

"... Please... I... can´t..."

"Banishment! Banishment! Pure exageration! You cannot be serious! Why didn´t you just simply execute him! That would have been far less cruel! That... you... pathetic mortal... pathetic official! I was promised! Bloody bastards! My father is nothing more than a harmless mad mer and..."

"Mad mer! You´re a mad mer!"

Another official floated towards them. With surprise and disdain Andarcya turned around and viewed the disturbance. The official was followed by glass-clad guards. Half a dozen was visible, some others might have been hidden behind the waiting Altmer standing about, curious onlookers stareing at Andarcya and shocked citizens. The guards were trained warriors like her, loyal fighters of Alinor, having sworn an oath to keep the Blessed Isles pure from chaos and imperfection. They watched her vigilant, prepared to attack any moment. Why did they stand against her? Unsheatheing her sword, Andarcya stood combat-ready against the glass-clad warriors.

"What does this mean? Can´t you see I have a interlocution with this man? I´m here for my father!"

"I do not care, unhand my colleague! No Altmer, prince or warrior, no Altmer threatens an official!"

Her eyes sparkled as if filled with daedric fire, her pupils wavy lines as black as the void. Her face was flinged to a mask of hatred. Raising her sword she pointed at the remote official's throat.

"Shall I threaten you?"

The official winced back, but being a more refractory sort, he braced himself, ready to face the gold-clad woman.

"This is blasphemy! I'm going to end this madness!"

The air around the official's hands began to crackle. Little lightnings sprang from finger to finger. Also the guards pulled their maces and readied spells. Confrontation was imminent. Andarcya hated to face the upholders of law and order. But she didn´t do anything wrong. She was here to fight for her right. For her father. Even against her fellow warriors...

"Four... days... ago..."

Andarcya heared words spoken weakly in her back. The official who brought the scroll. She nearly forgot about him, even though she held him at his neck and collar, struggling weakly against her grip. Turning her head she saw his lips moving. He was trying to speak.

"What?"

She removed the tension from his neck. For a moment Andarcya, the floating official and his guards, focused on the held official.

"I... I... saw your father... In his cell behind the light. It was... four days ago. That´s... all I know... I swear by Xarxes!"

The official´s flesh-mold Aldmeri face was flinched to a mask of horror and pain. In disgust Andarcya turned her head, facing the crowd. Also in it she saw frightened faces, expressions of surprise and fear. And these faces looked at her. Not at her strange-shaped shaped eyes like ussual. It was her. She violated the order. Andarcya released the neck of the official. What had she done? Law was the most precious thing to live for. She herself defended the order and the standard!

Her father was banned. There was no point in inflicting violence onto this official or in figthing against her fellow Altmer warrior brothers and sisters. The disbelief of her deeds overcame her anger.

The fire in her eyes dimmed as she realized her mistake. She sheathed her sword, forcing her hand to do so. She didn´t want the anger to control her. The struggle against herself put a tear in her eye. Finally calming herself down again, she turned to the still coughing official who fell to the ground.

"I... have to... Please accept my most sincere apologies for your discomfort."

She offered her hand to help him up, but the official would just stare at her with big eyes. She shrugged. She felt sorry for harming, but there was no compassion amongst Altmer.

"Thank you. Thank you for sharing this news with me. Thank you anyway."

Andarcya picked the scroll from the ground and turned for the gates. She wanted to leave this place and had to control her steps not to run. Yet she wanted to run away. From everything. The Banishement of her father, her Violation of the order. It couldn´t be real. Slowly the realization of what she did and of the consequences crept into her mind. More than ever in her life, she felt weak. And she wanted no one to witness her weakness.

"Do you think you could leave without a penalty! I´ll bring you to justice!"

Lightings sizzled through the air. Andarcya looked up to the angry official, then to her fellow warriors. She managed to Keep her face from flinging and to control her voice.

"I will leave and no longer cause disturbance in your palace of justice. If you want to stop me, here I walk."

Taking a few steps backwards with her arms held high and wide one could have thought her challenging the guards. But it was a gesture of Submission and weakness. They didn´t attack her anyway, maybe understanding that she wasn´t a threat no more or intimidated by Andarcya´s daunting gesture. The official started yelling at the guards to attack her. But as they didn´t he wouldn´t dare to face her without backup.

But Andarcya couldn´t understand the words spoken anymore. Her steps became unsure, bumping into the other waiting Altmer. Some witnessed what had happened and resiled from her way, others threw angry glances at her. And above all of them, a sapiarch smiled in the etherial heights, having pledged allegience to prince NCH 15 MZ OW NCH. Or the other way round.

Finally out of ear-shot of the still shouting official and out of sight of the other warriors, Andarcya began to stumble. Reality hit her with the knowledge of her deeds. Falling hard against a wall she realized that she had made it to the gates. Alinor´s towers and pinnacles rising in front of her, made of crystal and glass, in which the light was reflected and bended a thousand times, were just a blured whirl of shapes and colours in her eyes. Leaning to the partly invisibly wall she breathed deeply, trying to recover from her anger attack, trying to recover from the shock caused by her own actions. Her senses still failed her, so she closed her eyes, anathematizing her... course of actions. Andarcya always had a problem concerning anger management, but her own deeds disgusted her. Feeling sorry was not enough for what she did. What now? She had violated the official. Had she, too violated the law? Was she a criminal now?

Finally opening her eyes again and taking a look over her shoulder she made sure that no guard followed her through the waiting mass. She would have to keep a low profile for the next dozens of years if she didn´t want more problems with the order and the officials. Not her strong point. She sighed.

"What have I done?"

She turned away from the gates, taking a few steps on the square bofore the palace. The panorama of brilliant buildings now lied clearly before her. Towers of light and houses with walls as thin as insect wings mocking the restrictions of material physics, being beacons of superiority and future prospects of the restored era of the dawn. That was what Tam-Riel was about. Beauty. Of. Dawn. But her father would never see Alinor again. And she couldn´t glory in this sight while fearing the prosecution.

"Father..."

She had to find him. His banishment was her fault. She had to leave the Blessed Isles, facing... the outside.

"I´m going to get you home."
This post was last modified: October 31st 2013, 02:52 AM by Idriar


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Part One

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We do, we do

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Nice story Idriar!


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Slightly updated.


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