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A deleted Scene

Árez sat down on the rock and looked at the river. His cloak flew in the wind and his eyes a deep blue looked worried and pain filled. His tear stained face watched the river.

{i}Why? I don’t understand. This just isn’t what I can deal with. The pain, the Heartache, Hashira[I}

Sobs racked his body as he buried his face in his arms.

{i} The things I can do. I could have done. I could have saved Hashira. From the pain. And my own Heartache{i}

He looked up as he heard footsteps. And turned to face were the sound came from. Aber. He always knew-Or seemed to know- When Árez needed a hand in life

”Árez? We have been looking everywhere for you!” He saw Árez’s tears and sat down beside him.

”Zera? Talk to me! Please! Why are you sobbing?”

Árez tried to talk but the words only came in a sob. And he turned back to his tears. Aber’s Hazel eyes watched the teen. Even though he was a young man to the humans he was a child to Elves. And he didn’t deal well with this pain. Aber laid his hand on Árez’s own.

”Please Zera! What’s hurting you?”

Sobs racking his body Árez was unable to say. Aber drew the boy to him. Holding the teen gently Aber murmured his name over and over. Calming him. He Felt Árez growing limp and knew that ‘His’ Zera was falling asleep.

Árez Why? Why do you let the past hurt and beat you? You are an Elf! Why do you run away? Do you need someone there to pull you through? Lord tell me why! Why is he hurting so badly? Is it something I have done? What happened to Zera?


He looked down at the tear stained ‘child’ in his arms. Árez was awake and was just sitting there. Finally he pulled away from Aber. Giving one of his weak Smiles he picked up Hashira’s pearl Necklace. And Aber knew what was wrong.

Árez wasn’t like other Elves. He had grown up with Humans. And was used to their ways. He was an amazing Sword Player though. He could have you on the ground in seconds. He had been being raised by his father.-His mother died when he was thirteen.- Severet was cruel. With no wish for Árez in his house. No wish for his kin…Árez had been brought up in a home that never had a family relationship. He had rarely seen his father and was abused.

He was the one that cleaned, cooked; Aber had found him outside his home five days after Severet had left for Lifinal- the Elvin Home of Árez’s Kin- Leaving Árez behind. For good. So Aber had taken him into his home. Árez soon took up swordplay teaching. And raised the money to live on his own. Árez was a quiet ‘Child’ His father had never wished for him to talk. And would sooner Cuff him on the Head then hear that there was someone at the door.

So Árez never spoke unless spoken to. And even when spoken to it was only one or two words. His left cheek had a scar that ran down it. Árez had told him that his father had thrown a knife at him when he had tripped over the rug and spilled a bag of flour. Árez was also very pale. When Aber had found him Árez was almost dead. From lack of food and proper care. He had been very sickly and since then had never regained his skin tone. And now was pale. The Silver lock of hair though Neither Aber nor he understood. Severet clamed he had been born with it.

Aber pulled back into Reality and looked over at Árez. He had his sword drawn and was swinging at an Imaginary opponent. Aber watched as he spun the sword in ever direction. By now the Enemy would have been dead…Very Dead.. Aber walked up.

”Árez?”

Árez stopped in mid swing

”Mmm?”

”Why don’t you wear buttons?”

”P-Pardon?”

”Buttons. You never wear them. Why?”

Árez made a face
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”Buttons. Little beasts. They always either Unbutton or pop off. And when they pop off they never get put back on. So I gave up on buttons. Aber they are Villains in disguise!”

I laughed as did Árez. I Eyed him

His gloves were fingerless and had strange patterns across them. And he only wore black. Why would someone wear black in the summer? Árez was strange yet kind and loving. And fingerless gloves didn’t make sense to me. We wear gloves to protect our hands and fingers. So why wear gloves that didn’t have Fingers? I sighed. The Elf continued to hack at imaginary opponents I stood and drew my own sword

”Duel?”

He looked at me

”Sure.”

We faced each other and I waited for a move from Zera. He laughed

”A Dark Elf never strikes first Aber.”

I shook my head

”Right, Forgot.”

And I launched an attack. He jumped and flipped over me landing behind. And swung. I spun around and met His blow only to have him withdraw and swing again. I Drew my other Sword and began to hack at him like he was a moving tree. He laughed and jumped over me again. And I felt the flat of a blade run across my side.

”Dead” He panted sitting down

”You are so strong Árez! It’s a wonder anyone can manage to hurt you!!”

He laughed
”I'm not that good Aber. You in fact are stronger than me. I ‘m just more skilled in the sword.”

I shrugged

”Skilled or not. You are good.”

He smiled

”thank you”

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