Authors note:
Thank you everyone that's still with me, I really hope you keep enjoying this story.
I'd also like to thank Helgamite, for his help in the last chapter.
Curtsies, thank you kind sir.
Elayne Hawke
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Chapter 13: Loss
After a while Elayne got up and went to her sparing practice and Bethany asked why Hawke didn't spar with her. "Because sis, my fighting style is completely different from hers, and it wouldn't be a fair fight. You've seen me practice, would you like me to go after you like that? And she's not ready for that. I've already asked her if I can show her a few things and she refuses. Until she accepts certain criticisms or help then I'll let her do her fighting her way. I just hope she'll accept help before it's too late"
"Very astute of you Arik." Eleanor said. "I know her father is frustrated with her about this, but you're right. As long as she's being so stubborn and refusing to let anyone help there's no point until she's ready."
She studied him for a few minutes. "Arik, can I ask you something?" He nodded. "If you had to choose between your magic or your swords which would you choose?"
Hawke looked at her curiously before answering. "I understand what you're asking, but I don't have to choose. As I told Elayne, I'm considered a battlemage; I am someone who is both trained in magic and combat, both a scholar and a warrior, I can use both magic and weapons simultaneously. My magic is different, I still don't know how or why, but I'm able to do more than most mages at once according to my father, maybe because I can separate things in my mind at once. Considering I've never been around other mages except my family, I have to go by what my father and my teacher says. Caleb calls me a battlemage, but I'm able to heal. It's not technically a normal thing to be able to do both considering I favor destructive magic. Usually a mage focuses on one class, but I can access more than one, and I've mastered all. And unlike mage's, I don't use a staff or wear robes, I can channel my power through my swords."
"The only thing I will never touch is blood magic. That, as far as I'm concerned is evil. That will never be part of me. I value life over death. The only time I have really ever used my magic besides in training, was when I killed the archers and the blood mage that day when Elayne got hurt. When I saw her fall with an arrow I took out the four archers with lightning and when Fergus went down, and I saw the blood mage attacking them, trying to take their life and drain it for his own use, I obliterated him. There is no trace of him, the Circle has a vial of his blood, but that's all that's left of him."
He said no more, that day was still haunting him. Not because of the lives he took but because of the life he almost lost. He looked over to her, watching her. She seemed to sense him, and he realized unconsciously that his mind had reached for her, she faltered and got hit pretty hard. If that had been a real blade she could have been severely hurt before he even got to her. He cursed himself, he should have shut his mind closed from her from the beginning.
Bethany and his mother came and sat by him, Leandra taking his hand in hers. He wiped at his face feeling it wet but not understanding the reason. Then suddenly he realized why and he sat there stunned. Last time he cried was when his father passed, but it was quick, as he had to be strong for his family. He couldn't allow himself to show weakness when they needed him to be strong.
"I'm sorry, this isn't me. Give me a minute." He got up to move away from them, to collect himself, but they wouldn't let go of him. He looked at them in annoyance, and tried to shake them off, "I said I was fine, now would you let me be?"
His mom took his face in her hands and looked him in the eye. "It's ok to let your guard down once in a while son. You don't need to be strong all the time. Don't close this part of yourself down. It'll eat away at you, and eventually you'll snap." She wiped at his eyes, "this is not a weakness son. I love you." She finally let him go and each one of the women gave him a hug. This was too much, he needed to compose himself. He cleared his mind, washed his face and went to spar with the guys. He glanced up at his mom and he saw her shake her head with a sad look. He focused his mind on what he knew.
Elayne saw him coming as she finished up. She could see there was something bothering him by the look of steel in his eyes, but she didn't know what. She tried to reach him through their bond, but he had that shut down. She had felt him earlier, and she faltered in her practice. Since then his mind has been closed to her, he must have seen her falter and realized he was the cause of it. She went over to her mother and the other women and sat down with them. They were all watching Arik with sadness in their eyes. She watched him, and noticed he was being a lot more aggressive than normal.
She looked at her mom, "mother, what happened. I know something has happened by his movements."
They all turned to her, but it was Leandra who spoke. "Has anything different happened recently with him?" Elayne thought about the question, only thing she could say was the dream he had last night, and she mentioned it but besides that everything seemed ok. "What was the nightmare about?" Leandra asked.
Elayne got a little uncomfortable but she told her. "All I know is he kept calling my name and he sounded panicked. Like he was trying to reach for me but couldn't. I didn't get much more from it, I shut it down before it went any further. Would someone please tell me what's going on? Why is he over there looking like he's taking something out on the soldiers?"
Again Leandra answered. "We were all talking, just talking, then he started talking about his magic and the different skills he has. Then when he mentioned blood magic, I'm afraid his mind went to that day in the woods with you. All of a sudden he just shut down, but we noticed he was hurting, and we tried to comfort him. Elayne, the last time I saw tears, or any emotion to that extent, in my sons eyes and that was briefly, was when his father passed away. He didn't even cry at the funeral. He stood there, his eyes devoid of any emotion. My son thinks he needs to be strong, to show no weakness for us. Today was the first day I saw a crack in him and when he realized that crack was there, he became what you're seeing now. Elayne, no matter what, make sure my son doesn't forget that tears are ok. It isn't a sign of weakness like most men think. Crying is healthy, it's a way of cleansing the soul and mind. I hate asking this of you, but it's for his own good. You need to bring that out in him. I don't know how, but it has to be done, even if," she took a deep breath and gave her a pained look, "even if it means bringing that day up again. I hope you can come up with another way but if not, please do what you must. I know what I'm asking, but we all see it, there's a part of himself that he's not allowing out, and that could be disastrous for him."
Elayne looked at them all, saw the concern, the worry. She also saw fear in them. For Arik. But she knew what his mom was saying, anytime he mentioned his fathers' death he was devoid of emotion. And she knew what his mom meant when she mentioned that day. She nodded hesitantly. Then she remembered the couple of times when she had started crying with him, yes he had comforted her, shown his love, let her cry but that part was void in his eyes. "I'll do it," she said with conviction. She turned back watching him. He was dumping water over himself and shook his head. He went over to the soldiers thanking them and seeing how aggressive he had been probably apologizing. He looked up at her, noticing her watching him, and she felt him again. He was sending waves of love, comfort to her as he smiled, but something was missing in his eyes. He was composed, back to his normal self. He walked back to them, and she watched him as he walked up seating himself by her.
He looked at her mother, "I apologize ma'am, I think I may have been a little to aggressive with a few of them. They might be sore in the morning, if any are too bad I'll heal them without them knowing of it. I got a great muscle cream I can give them if they need it."
She waved him away with an amused look, "it's good for them to experience discomfort outside a real battle, lets them know their still alive and makes them more motivated to try to avoid those discomforts in the future." He smiled at her, nodding.
He looked at Elayne, "so what all are you ladies going to do tomorrow?"
"You know, female stuff, like get our hair done, that kind of stuff. Hey Arik, you mind if I add a few things in the house, just a little something to add color, maybe give the house a female touch." She cooed in a silky sultry tone, Bethany giggled. "You and you're obsession with dark colors. You need to add more lively colors to your place, brighten it up with lighter colors, add some flowers, maybe some lace around certain places, some pretty tablecloths." The whole time she was saying this he had this pole-axed, dumbfounded look on his face. She tried keeping a straight face watching him.
He stared at her, flabbergasted, "I, I," she batted her eyelashes at him, giving him a pout. "Oh bloody hell, I don't bloody care." He stomped away mumbling, "bloody woman is going to be the death of me." Elayne looked at the others, and they broke out in laughter. She glanced at his retreating back, saw him stiffen up heading away from them.