Amy in 1170
I've been trying to work out a way to write one which didn't give away secrets. I think I've managed it.
As she materialised in the Circle, Amy relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. It may have been 59 years since she’d been aberrated in a circle, but it still made her nervous. However, the faction wanted to make a new Life Essential. Especially since she and Cassie didn’t go on campaign very much anymore. So, she’d gone to The Gathering to help them, and had seen a few old friends while there. And although, she didn’t stay long, she was glad to be home.
She grinned at the Watchguard guarding Amber, as she headed towards Sheriffsholme. They’d grinned back at her, seems they remembered her from a few hours before.
Knowing what her husband was like, Amy took the long route home, and detoured past the High Sheriff’s office. As she entered the building, the seemingly young lass at the desk looked up and smiled.
“Hello Neantog, sweetie.”
“Hi Mum, Did the ritual go ok?”
“I think so. We didn’t blow up or anything. Is your father here?”
“He’s in talking to Martin. The new Hammer of Justice has rewritten the laws, and Martin mentioned it in Dad’s hearing.”
Amy laughed. “Oh dear, come on, show me where they are.”
Amy followed her daughter towards the collection of offices further in the building. Relieved, that at least two of her children weren’t at the Gathering. Neantog quickly knocked on a door marked “Martin Norfolk, Sheriff” before entering. The two men were leant over the desk looking at a sheaf of papers, looked up as they entered. The younger one looked like the spitting image of his father when Amy first met him in 1111. The elder one, well even though his hair was grey, and his face lined with age, it was a face she loved, with all of her heart. As their eyes met, her heart jumped, as it had done since the day they met.
“Mum! You’re back early. We thought you might have stayed longer.”
Amy dragged her eyes away from her husband to look at her son.
“The Faction’s full of people I don’t know. Besides, your brother doesn’t need his Mother cramping his style and embarrassing him in front of his men.”
“So, Gareth’s ok?” Rob asked.
Amy smiled. “He’s fine. I’m proof that not all Captains of First Spear get killed. I just wish he didn’t decide to follow in his Uncle’s Footsteps quite so much.”
“Another Paladin in the family isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
“Yeah, you would say that.” She grinned. “Now, come on Love. It’s our anniversary, and I’d rather not spend the rest of it with the kids.”
Later that night, as her husband slept beside her, Amy considered her life. Their home had been chosen for its accessibility for both Rob’s office as Hammer of Justice, and her duties as Sirene of Andulus. They’d had a small cottage on Borealis after the wedding. But after she’d retired as Captain of the Expeditionary Forces in 1115, they’d moved to Sherriffsholme, and she’d opened a little tea and cake shop. It had been successful enough, that she’d been able to hire someone to run it after Martin was born.
Amy turned to study her husband. Their life had been wonderful, and unexpected. Neither of them had anticipated living this long. She’d always thought he’d die in blaze of glory like a paladin. It’s why she’d made the most of the time she had with him. She’d never expected to watch him grow old beside her, while she stayed the same. It broke her heart to watch him fade, and even though his link to Astalon filled him with more vitality than most men his age, he wasn’t as strong as he used to be.
Rob sleepily opened his eyes, disturbed by her movement.
“Amy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, My Love. Go back to sleep.” She kissed him, and then snuggled back into his arms.
As she materialised in the Circle, Amy relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. It may have been 59 years since she’d been aberrated in a circle, but it still made her nervous. However, the faction wanted to make a new Life Essential. Especially since she and Cassie didn’t go on campaign very much anymore. So, she’d gone to The Gathering to help them, and had seen a few old friends while there. And although, she didn’t stay long, she was glad to be home.
She grinned at the Watchguard guarding Amber, as she headed towards Sheriffsholme. They’d grinned back at her, seems they remembered her from a few hours before.
Knowing what her husband was like, Amy took the long route home, and detoured past the High Sheriff’s office. As she entered the building, the seemingly young lass at the desk looked up and smiled.
“Hello Neantog, sweetie.”
“Hi Mum, Did the ritual go ok?”
“I think so. We didn’t blow up or anything. Is your father here?”
“He’s in talking to Martin. The new Hammer of Justice has rewritten the laws, and Martin mentioned it in Dad’s hearing.”
Amy laughed. “Oh dear, come on, show me where they are.”
Amy followed her daughter towards the collection of offices further in the building. Relieved, that at least two of her children weren’t at the Gathering. Neantog quickly knocked on a door marked “Martin Norfolk, Sheriff” before entering. The two men were leant over the desk looking at a sheaf of papers, looked up as they entered. The younger one looked like the spitting image of his father when Amy first met him in 1111. The elder one, well even though his hair was grey, and his face lined with age, it was a face she loved, with all of her heart. As their eyes met, her heart jumped, as it had done since the day they met.
“Mum! You’re back early. We thought you might have stayed longer.”
Amy dragged her eyes away from her husband to look at her son.
“The Faction’s full of people I don’t know. Besides, your brother doesn’t need his Mother cramping his style and embarrassing him in front of his men.”
“So, Gareth’s ok?” Rob asked.
Amy smiled. “He’s fine. I’m proof that not all Captains of First Spear get killed. I just wish he didn’t decide to follow in his Uncle’s Footsteps quite so much.”
“Another Paladin in the family isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
“Yeah, you would say that.” She grinned. “Now, come on Love. It’s our anniversary, and I’d rather not spend the rest of it with the kids.”
Later that night, as her husband slept beside her, Amy considered her life. Their home had been chosen for its accessibility for both Rob’s office as Hammer of Justice, and her duties as Sirene of Andulus. They’d had a small cottage on Borealis after the wedding. But after she’d retired as Captain of the Expeditionary Forces in 1115, they’d moved to Sherriffsholme, and she’d opened a little tea and cake shop. It had been successful enough, that she’d been able to hire someone to run it after Martin was born.
Amy turned to study her husband. Their life had been wonderful, and unexpected. Neither of them had anticipated living this long. She’d always thought he’d die in blaze of glory like a paladin. It’s why she’d made the most of the time she had with him. She’d never expected to watch him grow old beside her, while she stayed the same. It broke her heart to watch him fade, and even though his link to Astalon filled him with more vitality than most men his age, he wasn’t as strong as he used to be.
Rob sleepily opened his eyes, disturbed by her movement.
“Amy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, My Love. Go back to sleep.” She kissed him, and then snuggled back into his arms.