for the chapter meme: "Chapter 13: Thousand Arrows, Silent Hearts"
Send me a chapter title and I’ll write a snippet from my muse’s memoir from that chapter.
((Set this one some unspecified but long-ass period of time in the future.))
Anyone who called–or calls–us brutes is sorely misguided.
I have had more accusations of monstrosity leveled at me and my hunters from supposed allies than I ever had from the Imperials we fought, and I would be lying to say that it hasn’t left me exceptionally bitter in these later years. They all have the benefit of time and distance from the true horror of Imperial acts--but I digress. No matter what has been said of us, I could never have asked for a better hunting-pack of Roegadyn. No matter whether they were from Ruhtdorpf itself or Gyr Abania or even Ala Mhigo proper, every single one of them was worth it.
We were smoke on the wind, we were levin-bolts striking hard and fast at those we opposed--we were not enough Roegadyn to blot out the sun with a thousand of our arrows, but we were still lords of the ambush, of striking down those who would not surrender themselves to rightful judgement.
They were more than just hunters, too. There were quite a few of them, but I did my best to know every single one of them, even the ones that didn’t particularly like me in a personal sense. They were...family of a sort, when mine had long since abandoned me.
Even the memories of what good we did and the thrill of the hunt and the battle are still tinged with my regret over losing them, over the years. War took some; age took others. Sometimes beasts, or disease...
Regardless of why, their hearts are silent and mine continues on when it should have stopped an age ago. All I could--can do was keep theirs in my memories, and pray to Halone that that was enough--and that they ultimately found peace somewhere on the other side, even if I can’t follow them there.
...I miss them. I would never deny them the endless rest, but I miss them.
