And So, I'm Here (Completed)
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Fandom: Visionaries: Knights of the Magical Light
Ratings: T
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Note(s): I always find myself writing him having trouble sleeping. He just gives me that feeling that on some nights, he just cannot fall sleep.
Anyways, thanks for stopping by and enjoy!
Summary: He saw the horses during the tour, and for a moment he was at peace.
Cravex can't sleep and tries to list a few positives of potentially having a steady job. This leads to him reminiscing a little bit of his old life before the Cataclysm.
Word Count: 447
Relationship(s): N/A
Charater(s): Cravex
Tags: Ficlet, Flashfiction, Reminiscing, Memories, Light Angst, Horses, Animals, Mentions of Disasters
Cravex couldn’t sleep as he stared at the ceiling of his new home the gatehouse.
He didn’t think he would get a job during his stay, but Mortdred saw something in him to offer the position of constable. Darkstorm on the other hand was unsure of the steward’s proposal. Nevertheless, the lord of the castle gave him a chance to prove it. He couldn’t blame him, though.
He wouldn’t want to hire himself, either.
And from that thought Cravex sat up and countered, “Try to look on the bright side, Cravex. You have a steady paycheck, and you have a roof over your head.” He added, “And, you worked out with them that you can still go out and scavenge where ever you like.”
There was another positive point he thought of, but he found himself laying back down.
He saw the horses during the tour, and for a moment he was at peace.
The ones Darkstorm had when shown were truly a handsome bunch. They looked to be well taken care of judging by their furs and build: muscular and ready to ride into battle with the knights and soldiers. And speaking of their fur, Cravex would be lying if he didn’t think that Darkstorm had a good eye for these things.
Some were of the typical shades of brown and beige, but there was something to it that could remind someone of the beaches of Gravestone Bay. A few had that wonderful gradient of white to blue-gray that’s like the tundra of the north. But, the ones that were truly breathtaking were the horses with fur as dark as the night; memorizing and majestic when they ran and gallop.
Being in their presence reminded him of his time at a ranch before the Cataclysm. The stress and worries of the day were washed away along with the memories of the past, and the unknown of the future. All that mattered was that he was there and caring for them. And yet, looking back, it was also a painful memory.
Once the technology failed them, and the world turned to barbarism for survival, he was on his own from there on. Scavenging, looting, and simply surviving was all that mattered now. Peace had become a bygone concept to most people. Well, at least to Cravex and what he’d witness.
But now, here he was living within the Dark Domain as a potential constable for Darkstorm. A job he didn’t ask for, and still can’t understand why Mortdred thought it was a good idea. But, he’ll his best just like before.
He sighed as he rolled to his side; again, in vain, tried to get some sleep.
He didn’t think he would get a job during his stay, but Mortdred saw something in him to offer the position of constable. Darkstorm on the other hand was unsure of the steward’s proposal. Nevertheless, the lord of the castle gave him a chance to prove it. He couldn’t blame him, though.
He wouldn’t want to hire himself, either.
And from that thought Cravex sat up and countered, “Try to look on the bright side, Cravex. You have a steady paycheck, and you have a roof over your head.” He added, “And, you worked out with them that you can still go out and scavenge where ever you like.”
There was another positive point he thought of, but he found himself laying back down.
He saw the horses during the tour, and for a moment he was at peace.
The ones Darkstorm had when shown were truly a handsome bunch. They looked to be well taken care of judging by their furs and build: muscular and ready to ride into battle with the knights and soldiers. And speaking of their fur, Cravex would be lying if he didn’t think that Darkstorm had a good eye for these things.
Some were of the typical shades of brown and beige, but there was something to it that could remind someone of the beaches of Gravestone Bay. A few had that wonderful gradient of white to blue-gray that’s like the tundra of the north. But, the ones that were truly breathtaking were the horses with fur as dark as the night; memorizing and majestic when they ran and gallop.
Being in their presence reminded him of his time at a ranch before the Cataclysm. The stress and worries of the day were washed away along with the memories of the past, and the unknown of the future. All that mattered was that he was there and caring for them. And yet, looking back, it was also a painful memory.
Once the technology failed them, and the world turned to barbarism for survival, he was on his own from there on. Scavenging, looting, and simply surviving was all that mattered now. Peace had become a bygone concept to most people. Well, at least to Cravex and what he’d witness.
But now, here he was living within the Dark Domain as a potential constable for Darkstorm. A job he didn’t ask for, and still can’t understand why Mortdred thought it was a good idea. But, he’ll his best just like before.
He sighed as he rolled to his side; again, in vain, tried to get some sleep.