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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,889
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Western Affiars
Western Affairs
CHAPTER ONE: THE TOWN OF ALVA
IT WAS A quite night on the western planes. The small town, snugged in between the valley below, was as quite as a church mouse. The town, was perfectly secluded; no neighboring yowns or villages, for miles. It was just like he remember it. Just what Ebon was looking for.
Ivan, aka 'Ebon' Evans, was looking for this town-Alva's town to be excat. The young man of twenty-soon to be twenty-one-was here, to see his dieing father.
Yes, even a heartless, out law like Ebon, had enough respect for his father, to be there for his dieing wish.
This town mad him sick; thats why he left, when he was nine. This town was run by old man Alva. He was a greedy old man, with two, spoiled, greedy sons. The town was too cramped, for the nine year old Ebon. And so, he grabbed a horse, and left town. He became a wonderer, and in time, made up his own gang; proving to the world, that he didn't need Daddy's money, like Junoir.
Now, after tweleve years, now a full grown man, Ivan came back, after recieving a letter from Adam, his brother. It stated his fathers condition, and asked him to come immediantly, to see him one last time. He thought he should; after all, it was his father.
Ebon didn't say a word; just nodded his head towards the town, to his crew. They followed him to town- probably excited to get drunk and maybe get some tail.
They would be staying for a while, of course. Its all about family business from here on.
He told them just that, before ridding towards his fathers house.
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Micheal "Daggers" Evans, is an everyday man. A run of the mill, kind of guy. A father of two, with no wife, and a whole town to run. True, he wasn't the establisher, or the mayor-unlike Alva- but Micheal protected the small town, from trouble making outsiders. For a price, of course.
He wasn't marked off as a "theif" or "heartless man". The people respected him. Not of fear, but beause he showed kindness, and gave to thoses, who had nothing.
All and all, Micheal Evans, was a hero to the town.
Now, here he was, dieing on his death bed, at the age of 65. His sons were there, on either side of him. Ivan on his left, Adam, his right.
His gaze switched to lock gazes with his younger son. He looked to his elder boy, and then gazed at the wall infront of him. Finally, he spoke, his voice in a whisper. But both young men could him clearly; as if he was booming, like thunder.
"I knew this day would come. And frankley, it was long over due," he chuckled, though it came out, as a wheeze. "For years, I've been protecting this piss hole of a town. This town, maybe shit, but the people; the people are the real gems.
"These people are kind and generous, but are also weak and being controlled by that asshole, Alva, and his spoiled brats. These people here, are weak, and need a protector. Cause, if they didn't have someone to protecet them, they would've been killed, years ago," he paused to cough. Micheal looked over to his oldest son. "Ivan,"
Ebon looked up, his dark hazle eyes, looking into fimilar, paling chocolate brown.
"Being the oldest, you will protect them. This is a huge responsibility; don't let the power go over your head. God knows, we don't need another, Junoir."
Ebon snorted at the last remark, and his father laughed.
"And Adam. As the smart one, you make sure, to keep your brother, in check. Like I said, there's enough Junoirs in the world; we don't need two."
"I will dad," Adam tried to hold back his tears. He didn't want to look weak in his fathers eyes.
Micheal smiled, as he turned his head tp gaze at the cileling.
"I only wanted the best, for my sons," he confessed, "Now, before I go, say a little prayer for me. Don't cry over my death, cause it would be, only a new beginning for me. Take good care, of eachother. And remember...Let the good Lord, be with you alawys."
And with that, Micheal "Daggers" Evans closed his eyes; never to open them, agian. The candle beside him, blew out, his spirit being lifted from his body.
Adam silently let his tears fall, as he lifted the blanket to cover his fathers head. Ebon calmly got up, and left the room, saying thst he needed a smoke.
Once away from his brother, Ebon let one singal tear fall; he wouldn't dare let any more escape from their prison. That singal tear was all he would shed, and poblely, the only one that he would ever shed again.
It fell on the cool ground, without a singal noise; not even a "plop".
He lit his ciggeret. And took a long drag from it.
After exhaling the smoke from his nose, Ebon flicked the cig in to a near by bucket. He heard the faint hiss, as the ciggeret made contact with the water. He then walked over to his men near by.
He had a lot to do in the morning. Being the new protecter and all.
Question is: Will he be a tyrant like Alva? Or a kind person?
CHAPTER ONE: THE TOWN OF ALVA
IT WAS A quite night on the western planes. The small town, snugged in between the valley below, was as quite as a church mouse. The town, was perfectly secluded; no neighboring yowns or villages, for miles. It was just like he remember it. Just what Ebon was looking for.
Ivan, aka 'Ebon' Evans, was looking for this town-Alva's town to be excat. The young man of twenty-soon to be twenty-one-was here, to see his dieing father.
Yes, even a heartless, out law like Ebon, had enough respect for his father, to be there for his dieing wish.
This town mad him sick; thats why he left, when he was nine. This town was run by old man Alva. He was a greedy old man, with two, spoiled, greedy sons. The town was too cramped, for the nine year old Ebon. And so, he grabbed a horse, and left town. He became a wonderer, and in time, made up his own gang; proving to the world, that he didn't need Daddy's money, like Junoir.
Now, after tweleve years, now a full grown man, Ivan came back, after recieving a letter from Adam, his brother. It stated his fathers condition, and asked him to come immediantly, to see him one last time. He thought he should; after all, it was his father.
Ebon didn't say a word; just nodded his head towards the town, to his crew. They followed him to town- probably excited to get drunk and maybe get some tail.
They would be staying for a while, of course. Its all about family business from here on.
He told them just that, before ridding towards his fathers house.
--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``--``
Micheal "Daggers" Evans, is an everyday man. A run of the mill, kind of guy. A father of two, with no wife, and a whole town to run. True, he wasn't the establisher, or the mayor-unlike Alva- but Micheal protected the small town, from trouble making outsiders. For a price, of course.
He wasn't marked off as a "theif" or "heartless man". The people respected him. Not of fear, but beause he showed kindness, and gave to thoses, who had nothing.
All and all, Micheal Evans, was a hero to the town.
Now, here he was, dieing on his death bed, at the age of 65. His sons were there, on either side of him. Ivan on his left, Adam, his right.
His gaze switched to lock gazes with his younger son. He looked to his elder boy, and then gazed at the wall infront of him. Finally, he spoke, his voice in a whisper. But both young men could him clearly; as if he was booming, like thunder.
"I knew this day would come. And frankley, it was long over due," he chuckled, though it came out, as a wheeze. "For years, I've been protecting this piss hole of a town. This town, maybe shit, but the people; the people are the real gems.
"These people are kind and generous, but are also weak and being controlled by that asshole, Alva, and his spoiled brats. These people here, are weak, and need a protector. Cause, if they didn't have someone to protecet them, they would've been killed, years ago," he paused to cough. Micheal looked over to his oldest son. "Ivan,"
Ebon looked up, his dark hazle eyes, looking into fimilar, paling chocolate brown.
"Being the oldest, you will protect them. This is a huge responsibility; don't let the power go over your head. God knows, we don't need another, Junoir."
Ebon snorted at the last remark, and his father laughed.
"And Adam. As the smart one, you make sure, to keep your brother, in check. Like I said, there's enough Junoirs in the world; we don't need two."
"I will dad," Adam tried to hold back his tears. He didn't want to look weak in his fathers eyes.
Micheal smiled, as he turned his head tp gaze at the cileling.
"I only wanted the best, for my sons," he confessed, "Now, before I go, say a little prayer for me. Don't cry over my death, cause it would be, only a new beginning for me. Take good care, of eachother. And remember...Let the good Lord, be with you alawys."
And with that, Micheal "Daggers" Evans closed his eyes; never to open them, agian. The candle beside him, blew out, his spirit being lifted from his body.
Adam silently let his tears fall, as he lifted the blanket to cover his fathers head. Ebon calmly got up, and left the room, saying thst he needed a smoke.
Once away from his brother, Ebon let one singal tear fall; he wouldn't dare let any more escape from their prison. That singal tear was all he would shed, and poblely, the only one that he would ever shed again.
It fell on the cool ground, without a singal noise; not even a "plop".
He lit his ciggeret. And took a long drag from it.
After exhaling the smoke from his nose, Ebon flicked the cig in to a near by bucket. He heard the faint hiss, as the ciggeret made contact with the water. He then walked over to his men near by.
He had a lot to do in the morning. Being the new protecter and all.
Question is: Will he be a tyrant like Alva? Or a kind person?