A great piece I commissioned
for of when Argent got his scar.
Story is written by me
It was just a regular day in Talvale village, 18 year-old Argent was at work at his logging job and his 8 year-old sister Ellami was playing with her friends nearby the forest.
As they played they got into a 'friendly' bet of who could go further into the forest than the others... Ellami ambled far out of view of the others. Time passed and the children got more worried that she hadn't returned.
They ran off to the nearest adults, which were the loggers. The moment Argent heard Ellami hadn't returned from the forest he charged off in search despite the danger, his woodcutting axe gripped tight in hand.
In her lost wandering Ellami had stumbled upon an unfortunate scene, a sarden- 'Forest Beast' in Tribal Drakean- was on prowl for prey and its gaze had locked onto her.
A low growl emanated from the hulking creatures maw as it came nearer, fear encompassed Ellami's expression and she quickly dashed away from it. The sarden gave chase after her, the heavy pounding of its paws resounding off the ground.
Argent could now hear the commotion, sarden weren't quiet creatures and could easily be heard at a distance. He sped off in the direction of the noise.
Ellami was running for her life, her struggle to keep away from the ravenous beast was wearing on her. She ended up losing her footing and tripped, recovering from the impact she looked back to see that it's still in pursuit, in complete fear she pushes herself up against a nearby tree.
In that closing moment an angered shout is heard, the beast recoiled in pain. Argent is beside it, his woodcutting axe lodged in its side.
Argent withdrew the bloodied axe from it and threateningly wielded it in front of himself, the sarden now much more wary.
It struck forward with a clawed paw, he retreated back avoiding it, however it was getting closer to Ellami now.
Argent was running out of options, he slashed at its head, missing. It quickly clawed at him, gashing its 4 claws across his left arm.
He roared in pain, in an adrenaline-filled rush he ripped the axe into the side of the sarden's neck. It cut deep and it fell limp on its side.
Argent was now breathing heavily, his attention fixed on the dead animal assuring that it would no longer attack. He dropped his axe and gripped onto his wounded arm, blood trailing down over his hand. All the while Ellami was unreactive, in full shock of the event.
Some time passed as he adjusted to the injury, he turned to his sister cowering at the tree, kneeling down in front of her.
"Come on, Elly. Let's get away from here."
Her sight focused on him and she nodded slowly, staggering to her feet. Argent led her back out to the village, the clamouring voices of the villagers on seeing Argent's wound filled the air. He and Ellami were taken back to their home.
On entering, 16 year-old Zevrant was in the room, his expression immediately changing to a panicked worry on seeing his injured brother.
He quickly got up to Argent, asking him questions and bringing him to their bedroom, shouting for his mother Denna to bring the medical supplies.
Ellami sat herself on Zevrant's bed, watching as both he and their mother cleaned up Argent's wound and wrapped it in bandages.
They finished up on Argent's wound, though the amount of bleeding made him lightheaded and weary. Argent soon collapsed on his bed, alive but weak.
Ellami and Zevrant gave a quick show of alarm before Denna calmed them, assuring them he just needed rest.
Denna and Zevrant left the room to clean up any blood trails left in the house, Ellami approached the side of Argent's bed, putting her hand on his, tears welled up in her eyes.
"Arge.. I'm sorry.."