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[suvidrache]

Haunted Memories

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Warning: mentions of loss, trauma, and tragic events.

Narrander's dreams had always been plagued with nightmares.

It had been many moons, years, and yet it was still as painful as it once was.

Years ago, Narrander was a mage he had joined in with a group of other mages. They claimed that they were working for a good cause, to save the world. To better the world.

Narrander wasn't naïve. He quickly saw and realized their true intentions. He left and wanted nothing further to do with them.

Then it happened. Far too quickly.

Narrander's son, Narik, had been kidnapped by the other mages. The mages, also known as the Soul Eaters.

The leader of the Soul Eaters took Narik hostage as a way of trying to force Narrander into doing as she requested.

Narrander didn't give up. He walked for many days, not bothering to sleep much, if at all, as he looked for his son.

A fire broke out across the forest. The largest fire the forest had seen. A fire known as the Great Fire.

The fire opal was a very powerful stone that the Soul Eaters used. A stone that helped them control and manipulate demons into their will.

The fire had been started by one of the other Soul Eaters shattering the stone, wishing to leave the group and destroy all that the mages had done, had created, and the lengths they had gone to so far.

Narrander couldn't continue his journey as much as it pained him. He couldn't go into the forest to search. He turned back and waited for days until the fire had gone out.

Slowly, he walked into the charred remains of the forest.

Then, he found the small remains of a body, and he hit the ground. A scream escaped his lips as he put his hands to the sides of his head. Whispering "no" repeatedly over and over again. Tears streamed down his cheeks.

He reached out a shaky hand. He couldn't do it. It was forbidden to touch the dead with bare hands.

He drew his hand back as he slowly rocked himself back and forth.

Narrander quickly grabbed at the pouch on his belt, taking some earth blood out. He dabbed the death marks on Narik, his head, chest, and feet.

Narrander let out a small noise as he cried harder and rocked himself slowly.

He didn't know what to do now. Narik was the only thing he had left in the world. Now he had nothing.

He gently scooped Narik's remains up and carried him back to the Otter clan, wanting to lay him to rest as per clan customs.

For days, Narrander was plagued with nightmares. He was struggling.

The clan, no longer able to stand Narrander's behavior, exiled him from their clan.

Narrander had truly lost everything. His own clan, his son, and there was no one in the world now. His mate had been gone and died during childbirth.

Narrander slowly made his way to the northern part of the lake, far from his clan that camped on the southern shore.

Narrander had made himself a shelter, but he couldn't stand to eat. As time wore on, he began to care for himself less and less.

Most people avoided him due to his behavior and smell. At this point, it was nothing new to Narrander.

If any help came, he would turn them down. He didn't think he deserved help. No one cared for him to begin with. Why should he be helped now?

Narrander eventually lost his eye due to a flint piece. Then sometime later, his toes to frostbite, which he tried feeding to the foxes, but to no avail. He ate them to stop himself from going hungry in the harsh winter.

He no longer had any teeth, some rotting out, some having to be removed due to the pain. His gums eventually turned black

Narrander had lived as a recluse for many years. He would find small creatures and name them as well as refer to them as Narik.

His clothes consisted of a loin cloth, a slimy reed cape, and boots that had been improperly cleaned and cared for.

He had never bothered to clean the skins properly. Why should he bother?

You had been warned numerous times to stay away from him, to avoid him, being told things like "he's insane."

You didn't care. You wanted to help him.

So you went and found him.

He had tried chasing you away, as he did with anyone who dared to step foot into his land.

You were persistent and determined, you didn't give up.

Eventually, Narrander accepted your help.

He expected you to leave as soon as he was "better" and yet you stayed.

You comforted him and stayed with him at his worst of times and at his best.

You never left his side and helped care for him.

His health and hygiene had become much better because of your help.

Although he could now do basic tasks again, such as hunting and cleaning, he still struggled to get out of bed at times.

You never bothered him about it. You stood by and helped him, just as you had done time and time again.

Narrander slept soundly in his sleeping sack with you next to him.

It had been years and eventually, Narrander had taken a liking to you and you had agreed to be his mate (significant other).

Narrander shifted slightly in his sleep and sat up, screaming.

You were instantly awake, your hand on Narrander's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, Narrander. It's okay. You're okay."

You spoke gently as you moved your hand to his back and began gently rubbing.

He lowered his head and began to cry.

You stopped rubbing his back to wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Despite what you've done, and the lengths you took to get him to be at least somewhat okay, he still had nightmares. Even after all the years you've been together.

The nightmares happened every couple of days, the events replaying in his mind every so often. Haunting him as if it were the first day all over again.

You did the best you could with the resources you had. You laid your head on his shoulder.

"Narrander, I'm here."

Sometimes he talked about his nightmares, sometimes he didn't. Tonight would not be one of those nights.

You grabbed a leaf nearby and handed it to him. He blew his nose into it and you wiped your hands gently down his face, drying the tears.

You laid down, and he laid down, his head resting on your shoulder and his arm holding you close.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N."

"I promise you, I won't."

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