Under that tower, faced with the visual proof of something greater than themselves, travelers to the tower felt as the ants that walk the earth. This was no exception for one man crossing the bridge from Alindaer to Tar Valon as he had done for the first time years ago.
Nothing had changed in the city, Guards still moved across the shining walls, fish still swam in the river below and people still moved about on their ever important errands, but for Elyan, everything was different. On his last trip he was arriving under desperation, in hope of finding a new beginning, a chance to escape his past. He had been a cowering paranoid child. Today he reached the tower in a quite different situation, Tar Valon was no longer a beacon for a new life, but for one of judgment, of resolution, calling him to discard his mask and accept himself for who he was and what he had done. Before Elyan had been cautious, unsure of every step, as he made his way into a new and promising world, today he marched to justice and likely his own execution. His feet never wavered.
The knowledge of what he was and what he had become had finally penetrated through his armor of denial. He no longer had any reason to hide from the truth, the blasted murdering ruffians had seen to that when they discovered the hiding place of him and his mother. Now, for all the Guard had done for him, they deserved an explanation, and what justice he could give them, for Elyan felt he had wronged them the most.
He was weaponless, still wearing the tattered rags that he had fled the tower in, when he approached the gate at the end of the bridge. Bare feet padding softly on the paving stones, he had lost the shoes months ago and refused to steal another pair. The time for making excuses for himself, including for the theft of some honest man’s boots, had passed. Even if he could, he would not face the Guard in stolen clothing. Despite the state of his attire, Elyan walked the stride of a man sure in his resolve and of one who knew what he must do.
“State your business… Sir,” grumbled one of the guards, grip tightening on his spear as he moved to block Elyan’s path. Elyan stopped and did not try to maneuver around him.
“My name is Elyan Marne, I am a thieving, murdering, lying traitor, who seeks justice for his crimes,” The eyes of the guards widened with surprise, “As I have formerly been a trainee for the Tower Guard, it is them whom I seek it from,” Elyan stated clearly, trying to force a smile that may have appeared like a mocking smirk. “You may escort me if you wish”
When they finally reached the grounds, Elyan was starting to recover his clarity. He thought he was just being honest, the guards must have taken it as mockery, at least they had been so kind as to take him to his destination. The chains were starting to chafe his wrists, not the only spot that was showing red through the caked dirt.
At last he had returned, raising his head and straightening, finally it would be time to lay down his burdens.
Note: I may be mistaken, but I don’t believe that the Tower Guard also guard the gates of Tar Valon and that the city has its own military force. That may be incorrect, but this post was written as if they were separate.
Edited by JainFarstrider, 17 February 2011 - 05:58 PM.