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[June 25, 2007][Suikoden] Staunching the Nation's Blood
Title: Staunching the Nation's Blood
Day/Theme: June 25, 2007 "And almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without shedding of blood is no remission"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Aracio, Florenz
Rating: PG-13
"Aracio," the bishop sighed and wiped some dirt from his forehead with a handkerchief that had already taken plenty of use that day, "What will the law say of this?"
"I am your friend, Sasarai," the priest-judge said slowly, "But I am now a rebel first. I'm not sure it is my place to be justifying your plots or actions anymore." He tapped the sides of his horse with his ankles and trotted on ahead to catch up with rapidly moving battle. His short, red cloak began to blend into the dust and action. He had given no answer.
Sasarai urged his mount onward as well, though somewhat more timidly than Aracio had. "Our country is being drenched with blood," he observed solemnly, passing around the corpses collecting on the trampled grass. He gazed mournfully at their garb and condition. Many wore little, if any, armor, they were not uniformed, their weapons looked shoddy, and they had young faces. These rebels had been sacrificed to rout only a handful of Durante troops. There were less opposition bodies left behind here. Their ages were more varied, their armor included at least a helmet and breastplate for each man, and they all seemed distinguishable by their brown and white color scheme. Enemy or otherwise, it was still a pity.
"Bishop!" croaked a dry, tired voice from below.
Sasarai looked down to see a bloody-faced rebel reaching out toward him. He stifled a gasp and swung down to the ground, making his way to the wounded man's side.
"One...last...prayer," the man begged.
"Where are you injured?" Sasarai demanded nervously.
"My side; the head's ...just a scratch," he answered quickly.
The bishop wrapped an arm around the rebel's shoulders and held him up as he murmured a mild healing spell. The cool, blue light washed over the young man. It was sufficient to completely close the minor wound on his head and, Sasarai hoped, to ease the pain in his side.
"You are under my protection now and I am not going to let you die," the bishop assured the rebel. "What is your name?"
"Florenz," he coughed, but his voice sounded stronger already.
"I am Sasarai," the brunette replied, "Can you stand? You need to get to the field hospital."
"I think so," Florenz worried, as Sasarai helped him shakily to his feet.
"I will not leave your side until I am sure you will be safe," he soothed Florenz with a calm he had not felt so recently.
Day/Theme: June 25, 2007 "And almost all things are by the law purged with blood; and without shedding of blood is no remission"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Aracio, Florenz
Rating: PG-13
"Aracio," the bishop sighed and wiped some dirt from his forehead with a handkerchief that had already taken plenty of use that day, "What will the law say of this?"
"I am your friend, Sasarai," the priest-judge said slowly, "But I am now a rebel first. I'm not sure it is my place to be justifying your plots or actions anymore." He tapped the sides of his horse with his ankles and trotted on ahead to catch up with rapidly moving battle. His short, red cloak began to blend into the dust and action. He had given no answer.
Sasarai urged his mount onward as well, though somewhat more timidly than Aracio had. "Our country is being drenched with blood," he observed solemnly, passing around the corpses collecting on the trampled grass. He gazed mournfully at their garb and condition. Many wore little, if any, armor, they were not uniformed, their weapons looked shoddy, and they had young faces. These rebels had been sacrificed to rout only a handful of Durante troops. There were less opposition bodies left behind here. Their ages were more varied, their armor included at least a helmet and breastplate for each man, and they all seemed distinguishable by their brown and white color scheme. Enemy or otherwise, it was still a pity.
"Bishop!" croaked a dry, tired voice from below.
Sasarai looked down to see a bloody-faced rebel reaching out toward him. He stifled a gasp and swung down to the ground, making his way to the wounded man's side.
"One...last...prayer," the man begged.
"Where are you injured?" Sasarai demanded nervously.
"My side; the head's ...just a scratch," he answered quickly.
The bishop wrapped an arm around the rebel's shoulders and held him up as he murmured a mild healing spell. The cool, blue light washed over the young man. It was sufficient to completely close the minor wound on his head and, Sasarai hoped, to ease the pain in his side.
"You are under my protection now and I am not going to let you die," the bishop assured the rebel. "What is your name?"
"Florenz," he coughed, but his voice sounded stronger already.
"I am Sasarai," the brunette replied, "Can you stand? You need to get to the field hospital."
"I think so," Florenz worried, as Sasarai helped him shakily to his feet.
"I will not leave your side until I am sure you will be safe," he soothed Florenz with a calm he had not felt so recently.