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Genesis 005
Title~ Recalled
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All four of 'em are mine
Notes~ Genesis 005. Erm... This prolly won't make a lot of sense, sorry. I'll try explaining tho. In the Own, there are four archers, initially that was Garuk, Gylepi, Murali and Naraan (Nol's and 'may's archery master). When Nol got in, he bumped Murali out, so it was Garuk, Gylepi, Nol and Naraan. On Nol's and 'may's first mission, Naraan was killed, leaving just the three, and since Murali had only been out for two months, if that, he was let back in by default, since nobody else had really stepped up as being Own material as yet. Think that makes sense. Maybe. Whatever.
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The prince pushed himself impatiently away from the wall, staring at the large, guarded throne room doors. “This is taking too long,” he muttered.
“Relax, Nol,” Gylepi told him, “He hasn’t been in there that long.”
Nol cast a withering look at the two over-relaxed archers. “How long did Majesty take to congratulate you when you got in?”
Gylepi paused in thought. “Probably about half the time Murali’s been in there, I guess,” he admitted, “but he’s in a different situation. He was in before, then you knocked him out, and now he’s back in again.”
“Exactly,” Nolryn emphasised, “Meaning it should take even less time, not more. He’s already had the formal welcome and congratulations so he doesn’t need that again. He’s basically just skipped a mission.”
“I wouldn’t have minded skipping that one myself, either,” Garuk mumbled, looking down at his hands.
The three archers fell into silent remembrance for their fallen friend. Finally the carved wooden doors were flung open and Murali was ushered out.
“He emerges,” Gylepi said with a grin, “Welcome back.”
“What took so long?” Garuk asked. Apparently he shared similar concerns with Nolryn.
Murali shrugged. “Same as what kept me so long the first time. My ambitions haven’t changed.”
Gylepi’s shoulders slouched. “You don’t seriously still want to be a General, do you?”
Nol frowned. “Is that why you weren’t especially annoyed when I took your place?” It had seemed on that day that Murali was more relieved that he no longer had to worry about the Own, rather than annoyed that his position had been handed to someone so much younger than he was.
“Exactly right,” Murali confirmed, “I’m still not sure whether I want to be back in or not. I want to be a General, not an Own rider.”
Nol could partly understand that. He would have liked the opportunity to be a General himself, but being next in line to the throne prevented that. He settled for being a rider with the Own instead.
“You could still end up being General of the Own,” Garuk said helpfully.
The re-contracted rider shook his head. “Nobody takes notice of the Own’s General except the rest of the Own.”
Garuk and Gylepi shared a knowing glance. Nol blinked incomprehensibly. He knew Murali vaguely, but only as an acquaintance, as he had vaguely known the rest of the Own before he’d joined. They would, after all, be his Own sooner or later.
A dark glare passed over Murali’s eyes. “Go sweep the desert,” he told the two archers. They merely grinned.
“You never know,” Nol told his new colleague, “I might be able to help you out with that one.”
Murali raised his eyebrows, partly hopeful, partly incredulous. “How’s that? The First General is the one who appoints other Generals, and everyone knows how much Niloren hates the Own and everyone who rides with them.”
The king-to-be arched his eyebrows candidly. “He may well do,” he admitted, “but who appoints the First General?”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All four of 'em are mine
Notes~ Genesis 005. Erm... This prolly won't make a lot of sense, sorry. I'll try explaining tho. In the Own, there are four archers, initially that was Garuk, Gylepi, Murali and Naraan (Nol's and 'may's archery master). When Nol got in, he bumped Murali out, so it was Garuk, Gylepi, Nol and Naraan. On Nol's and 'may's first mission, Naraan was killed, leaving just the three, and since Murali had only been out for two months, if that, he was let back in by default, since nobody else had really stepped up as being Own material as yet. Think that makes sense. Maybe. Whatever.
The prince pushed himself impatiently away from the wall, staring at the large, guarded throne room doors. “This is taking too long,” he muttered.
“Relax, Nol,” Gylepi told him, “He hasn’t been in there that long.”
Nol cast a withering look at the two over-relaxed archers. “How long did Majesty take to congratulate you when you got in?”
Gylepi paused in thought. “Probably about half the time Murali’s been in there, I guess,” he admitted, “but he’s in a different situation. He was in before, then you knocked him out, and now he’s back in again.”
“Exactly,” Nolryn emphasised, “Meaning it should take even less time, not more. He’s already had the formal welcome and congratulations so he doesn’t need that again. He’s basically just skipped a mission.”
“I wouldn’t have minded skipping that one myself, either,” Garuk mumbled, looking down at his hands.
The three archers fell into silent remembrance for their fallen friend. Finally the carved wooden doors were flung open and Murali was ushered out.
“He emerges,” Gylepi said with a grin, “Welcome back.”
“What took so long?” Garuk asked. Apparently he shared similar concerns with Nolryn.
Murali shrugged. “Same as what kept me so long the first time. My ambitions haven’t changed.”
Gylepi’s shoulders slouched. “You don’t seriously still want to be a General, do you?”
Nol frowned. “Is that why you weren’t especially annoyed when I took your place?” It had seemed on that day that Murali was more relieved that he no longer had to worry about the Own, rather than annoyed that his position had been handed to someone so much younger than he was.
“Exactly right,” Murali confirmed, “I’m still not sure whether I want to be back in or not. I want to be a General, not an Own rider.”
Nol could partly understand that. He would have liked the opportunity to be a General himself, but being next in line to the throne prevented that. He settled for being a rider with the Own instead.
“You could still end up being General of the Own,” Garuk said helpfully.
The re-contracted rider shook his head. “Nobody takes notice of the Own’s General except the rest of the Own.”
Garuk and Gylepi shared a knowing glance. Nol blinked incomprehensibly. He knew Murali vaguely, but only as an acquaintance, as he had vaguely known the rest of the Own before he’d joined. They would, after all, be his Own sooner or later.
A dark glare passed over Murali’s eyes. “Go sweep the desert,” he told the two archers. They merely grinned.
“You never know,” Nol told his new colleague, “I might be able to help you out with that one.”
Murali raised his eyebrows, partly hopeful, partly incredulous. “How’s that? The First General is the one who appoints other Generals, and everyone knows how much Niloren hates the Own and everyone who rides with them.”
The king-to-be arched his eyebrows candidly. “He may well do,” he admitted, “but who appoints the First General?”
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This fic makes me happy - well okay, only the last line makes me happy. Remember the last mission and Naraan dying makes me sad T~T
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Yaknow, the more I write Naraan, the more I wish he hadn't died~ T_T He was lovely *snugs him* T_T
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He was lovely, and fun =D I like the fics with him in them.
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