[Firenze]: 56.Sharman - The New Beginning: Chapter8

CHAPTER EIGHT – JEALOUSY AND DEATH

Within a minute Danu and Kerrin were out the High Lord’s house and on their way to the main gates. They darted through the darkness of the Guild like shadows upon a wall until they reached the gates. The gates were giant in comparison to Kerrin but this was no time to admire the architecture or the artistry of the guild, she knew she had a mission and had to stop the High Sharman from doing something she knew he would come to regret.

When they finally reached the gates, Danu stopped Kerrin and made her turn to look at him. His eyes were full of a passion that would make a girl want to be with him for the rest of her life but she knew he wanted to say something to her but didn’t have the guts to say it her. She hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry I will return before dawn and so will the High Sharman.”

Pulling himself away from Kerrin Danu said, “I am not worried about that, I am worried for my master Morea, bring him home safely and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“I will” after a quick glance back she ran off into the darkness of Isa.

Never before did Kerrin fear for someone’s life, her heart began to beat faster and faster as her pace sped up and breathlessness began to settle in. She had now left the main street was now making her way through the narrow alleys leading to the closest Hajj entrance. Hoping there was no one in the entrance Kerrin kicked the entrance door down and ran as fast as her feet could carry her too her and her Father’s chambers within The Hajj. When she arrived at the door, it was partially open and nothing but silence exited the room. Slowly she placed her hand upon the door to open it, unknowing of what lied behind it. As the door swung open, there stood the High Sharman with Othel’s neck in his hands. Kerrin couldn’t believe her eyes, the man she had began to respect that very night was now trying to murder the man she had called Father for the last sixteen years of her life.

“Morea, leave him alone!” Cried Kerrin as she dashed over to stop him from killing Othel.

“This man must die, for he has done to me and to you” roared the High Sharman.

“Why must he die? He has done nothing wrong to me and in what way has he done anything to wrong you may I ask?” she bellowed.

“He stole your Mother’s heart from me and my first child that resided in her womb! That is how he has wronged me!”

“Kerrin, you know what is in your heart, you know what the truth is, please listen to your heart and let it tell you the truth.” Said Othel in a weak voice.

Kerrin closed her eyes to concentrate and listen to her heart but the squeals of pain coming from Othel in the background put off her concentration.

“My heart tells me I should read my Mother’s journal to see the truth but it also tells me not to read it because I already know the answer.”

“Well what is the answer?” demanded the High Sharman.

“I do not wish to say it but my heart and mind tell me that the High Sharman of The Sharman Guild is my true Father and that my Mother loved you both dearly and she was going to give me to you Morea so I could train as a Sharman, if ever she died.” Said Kerrin. 

The High Sharman released Othel from his grip and bent down onto his knees in shock of what she just said.

“I don’t believe it, is that what your heart really says” said the High Sharman.

“That is what her last entry was High Sharman, my dear Kerrin is very much correct, that is another reason why I ran and hid you Kerrin, I didn’t want you to become a Sharman, you were the only thing I had left of Jenna other than her journals and her sword” said Othel catching his breath back.

Kerrin walked over to a wall where a halket was hanging. She carefully took it off its fixtures on the wall and swung the halket around and faced it towards the High Sharman and her sword towards Othel. Tears gently rolled down Kerrin’s eyes as she held the two weapons at their necks. The High Sharman and Othel looked at her hopelessly wondering what she was going to do next.

“Why didn’t you tell me Othel? Why didn’t you tell me that I was the daughter of the High Sharman?! Why!” roared Kerrin with tears still rolling down her face.

“I, I, I, I didn’t want to tell you, I didn’t want you to leave me because I knew what you were to become, I knew that you were destined to become the High Sharman if ever Morea died. But Kerrin, please forgive me, please!!” Othel crawled slowly towards Kerrin.

“Don’t you come any closer or I will kill you. I can’t believe you kept this from me Othel” she slowly lowered the halket from the High Sharman’s neck and turned it to Othel.

The High Sharman felt relieved that Kerrin had lowered her weapon towards him and was now confronting Othel with it. He slowly backed up into the corner leaving Kerrin facing Othel alone. Feeling his neck, he felt as though there was a rope around it but there was nothing around his neck which meant Kerrin had bonded his throat with magick unintentionally. He began to wonder if she can do this now what will she be capable of when she is fully trained as a Sharman, but the advantage of this is that I have found the trigger for her power, her emotions. If I am to harness her emotions I will have to work hard to stop her relying on them to much.

“Kerrin, please listen to me, I didn’t mean for this to happen” said Othel weaker than ever.

“What if I had wanted to become a Sharman, Othel? Hmm…What if I had wanted to become a Sharman?!”

“I didn’t think of that Kerrin, I hoped and prayed you would never be found by the Guild”

“Well they did, didn’t they! I have had enough of this, I am leaving do not try to follow me, either of you, I will spare your lives for now.” Kerrin turned her back to both the High Lord and Othel and walked out the door.

“Now back to our business Othel” said the High Sharman as he slowly stood up.

“She’s gone now Morea, she knows the truth, can’t you let me be” pleaded Othel as the High Sharman slowly advanced towards him.

“Only my close friends, Apprentice and the people whom I love call me Morea, you are none of those, you are a sleazy wine merchant who stole the heart of a patriotic woman and the child which resided in her womb, I will not show you mercy and as for Kerrin she will be found within the next few days” replied the High Sharman as he stood facing the grovelling Othel.

“I am sorry High Sharman for stealing Jenna away from you but please don’t kill me, for the love of Thurisaz, please don’t!” begged Othel as he grabbed the long black Sharman’s robes.

“Prepare yourself for death Othel” the High Sharman drew his sword from its sheath and placed it on the tip of Othel’s neck.

“May Thurisaz make you burn in the depths of Fehu, Morea Family of Perdhro” and with a quick blow to the neck Othel’s head came off and rolled along the wooden floor. There was no blood on the sword as the High Sharman drew the sword up and slid it into the sheath.

“Thurisaz will bless my soul for this death Othel and it is you who will rot in the fiery depths of Fehu” and with a swish he left the room and that was the solemn end of Othel.