Logan
02-04-13, 10:13 PM
Brotherhood.
The word bounced around inside the chasm of his mind. Sure, Logan had a firm grasp of the concept after having it firmly ingrained into his psyche oh so long ago by none other than Gild Sorrain. Even still, a sense of something deeper, stronger prodded the chasms of his thoughts.
"There is something I'm not getting."
Shaking his head he looked over the buildings before him. Months had passed since he began, but finally things seemed to be coming together and taking shape. What was once just a pile of stones and rubble had formed into small structures and pathways. Don't mistake it, however, there was still much more to do. It was a start. At least in the physical sense.
Brotherhood is more than working together.
The words formed easier than he anticipated. Something inside him seemed to be channeling his old leader.
Brotherhood is family. In the truest sense, it is being...together.
Instinctively, the psion nodded to the empty space before him. The materials used to rebuild the Retreat seemed to retain some form of memories, distant as they may have been.
Brotherhood is not easy. It is hardship, turmoil and sacrifice.
A haze seemed to fill the pathways, snaking its way along the winding ways and enveloping Logan with smoky tendrils. Within the haze, the voice of Yari Rafanas echoed close by.
Brotherhood? You speak of Brotherhood, Gild? The Bandit Brotherhood was resurrected for one purpose, and one purpose only. As a haven for the scourge of the world. A place of refuge for only the worst of the worst. And then you turned it into some namby pamby "family". You spit upon my legacy.
The faded forms of the two most well-known Bandit Brotherhood leaders came into the view of the psion. He stepped forward, and lowered his head in a show of respect. Gild spoke first, but not to Logan.
When you formed the Bandit Brotherhood, the lowest of the low needed a place to call home. When you left, the world needed something more. Needed unity, not division. We sought that out. I sought that out. For the Brotherhood. For all of them. For you, Rafanas.
The form of Yari took a step toward Sorrain. His eyes soulless as the day he met his end. Then he spoke.
SILENCE! You know nothing of what the world needed. You, my closest friend, my dearest brother. You let me die. You left me to rot. You didn't even bother to try and revive me. You knew it was possible, yet you were willing to ignore such irrefutable facts. You wanted to lead. You wanted what I had.
Gild's eyes were as soulless as Yari's, yet it was clear to see the sorrow etched upon his features, and the anger upon the other's.
I did what had to be done! You have no idea what it took to not break down every moment of every day when I thought of what happened. I found no rest after that day, and none until this one.
The psion was speechless, but he knew he had to do something. There was no point to this madness, this entanglement of chaos. He rushed between both men and raised both hands in the air.
Stop. Now.
His hands moved to his head, gripping the sides and holding tightly.
Voices...stop...
Dropping to his knees, his face turned upward toward the empty abyss above him. He heaved, repeatedly, as a dark substance spewed from his mouth. After a few minutes of this, he pulled his sleeve to his lips and wiped away the bile.
For as long as I can remember, you two have invaded my psyche. You have never let ME rest. You've always demanded every ounce of my focus, my attention. At what cost? I've witnessed the deaths of more friends than you two could ever dream. What I coveted most was ripped from my memories long, long ago. I was left an empty shell, my only solace the voices. You...two...
Trembling, he stood to his feet. His eyes locked on Yari's soulless orbs.
The sacrifices made, were made by all three of us. None of us were ever the same. We have all endured hardships none should know but us, yet here we are once again at the place of our rebirth. The difference this time?
A wispy arm outstretched from Gild resting upon Logan's shoulder and he whispered.
The difference this time is you are not alone.
The haze cleared and the two forms appeared more vivid. The soulless orbs of each leader before him filled and turned lively. Sunlight gleamed all about. The veil had been torn. Both of the forms before Logan approached simultaneously, wrapping their wispy arms around his form and then merging into him.
The difference this time is, none of us are alone.
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~
The messages came simultaneously. The first beckoning Logan to the aide of the Ixtian Knights. The second, beckoning the aide of the Bandit Brotherhood. The decision for the former was never a question, especially once he read about what was done to Anita. The decision for the latter would be up to the Brothers and Sisters, so he called a meeting of the newly formed group. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but he knew he would not be disappointed.
The word bounced around inside the chasm of his mind. Sure, Logan had a firm grasp of the concept after having it firmly ingrained into his psyche oh so long ago by none other than Gild Sorrain. Even still, a sense of something deeper, stronger prodded the chasms of his thoughts.
"There is something I'm not getting."
Shaking his head he looked over the buildings before him. Months had passed since he began, but finally things seemed to be coming together and taking shape. What was once just a pile of stones and rubble had formed into small structures and pathways. Don't mistake it, however, there was still much more to do. It was a start. At least in the physical sense.
Brotherhood is more than working together.
The words formed easier than he anticipated. Something inside him seemed to be channeling his old leader.
Brotherhood is family. In the truest sense, it is being...together.
Instinctively, the psion nodded to the empty space before him. The materials used to rebuild the Retreat seemed to retain some form of memories, distant as they may have been.
Brotherhood is not easy. It is hardship, turmoil and sacrifice.
A haze seemed to fill the pathways, snaking its way along the winding ways and enveloping Logan with smoky tendrils. Within the haze, the voice of Yari Rafanas echoed close by.
Brotherhood? You speak of Brotherhood, Gild? The Bandit Brotherhood was resurrected for one purpose, and one purpose only. As a haven for the scourge of the world. A place of refuge for only the worst of the worst. And then you turned it into some namby pamby "family". You spit upon my legacy.
The faded forms of the two most well-known Bandit Brotherhood leaders came into the view of the psion. He stepped forward, and lowered his head in a show of respect. Gild spoke first, but not to Logan.
When you formed the Bandit Brotherhood, the lowest of the low needed a place to call home. When you left, the world needed something more. Needed unity, not division. We sought that out. I sought that out. For the Brotherhood. For all of them. For you, Rafanas.
The form of Yari took a step toward Sorrain. His eyes soulless as the day he met his end. Then he spoke.
SILENCE! You know nothing of what the world needed. You, my closest friend, my dearest brother. You let me die. You left me to rot. You didn't even bother to try and revive me. You knew it was possible, yet you were willing to ignore such irrefutable facts. You wanted to lead. You wanted what I had.
Gild's eyes were as soulless as Yari's, yet it was clear to see the sorrow etched upon his features, and the anger upon the other's.
I did what had to be done! You have no idea what it took to not break down every moment of every day when I thought of what happened. I found no rest after that day, and none until this one.
The psion was speechless, but he knew he had to do something. There was no point to this madness, this entanglement of chaos. He rushed between both men and raised both hands in the air.
Stop. Now.
His hands moved to his head, gripping the sides and holding tightly.
Voices...stop...
Dropping to his knees, his face turned upward toward the empty abyss above him. He heaved, repeatedly, as a dark substance spewed from his mouth. After a few minutes of this, he pulled his sleeve to his lips and wiped away the bile.
For as long as I can remember, you two have invaded my psyche. You have never let ME rest. You've always demanded every ounce of my focus, my attention. At what cost? I've witnessed the deaths of more friends than you two could ever dream. What I coveted most was ripped from my memories long, long ago. I was left an empty shell, my only solace the voices. You...two...
Trembling, he stood to his feet. His eyes locked on Yari's soulless orbs.
The sacrifices made, were made by all three of us. None of us were ever the same. We have all endured hardships none should know but us, yet here we are once again at the place of our rebirth. The difference this time?
A wispy arm outstretched from Gild resting upon Logan's shoulder and he whispered.
The difference this time is you are not alone.
The haze cleared and the two forms appeared more vivid. The soulless orbs of each leader before him filled and turned lively. Sunlight gleamed all about. The veil had been torn. Both of the forms before Logan approached simultaneously, wrapping their wispy arms around his form and then merging into him.
The difference this time is, none of us are alone.
~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~~~
The messages came simultaneously. The first beckoning Logan to the aide of the Ixtian Knights. The second, beckoning the aide of the Bandit Brotherhood. The decision for the former was never a question, especially once he read about what was done to Anita. The decision for the latter would be up to the Brothers and Sisters, so he called a meeting of the newly formed group. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but he knew he would not be disappointed.