What had once been a lush and beautiful estate, replete with fountains and manicured gardens now looked as if it had been torn apart by the hands of an angry god. The earth, even the stone walkways were rent apart, the fountains shattered and bloated corpses floated in pools that had once reflected the stately house that all of the splendor had once led up to.
The outbuildings, what could be seen of them from the road that led onto the land belonging to the family Monteliyet, had fallen, ripped down by the wings of the highest Mist Storm the content had seen in a thousand years. The manor itself mostly still stood, though a part of the shingled roof had fallen in and most of the window glass was gone, giving the once graceful building a lopsided appearance, as though it were cocked to one side, examining anyone who approached with hollow eyes.
A pack of stray animals, perhaps dogs, slinked across the yard in front of the building, from left side to right, from doing ill on their way to no good, without a doubt, but they did not pause to notice that another being was approaching.
Dusk was coming in more quickly than it should have, as it was only early afternoon, the sky growing overcast with storm clouds blowing in fast and low. It felt fitting, though, that the sky should be torn and dark just as the land and home below it were. Thunder rumbled in the far distance, no danger in it, only a sort of angry mourning. This too, was fitting, for the man who made his way towards the broken remains of his childhood was the man to whom all that lay before him belonged.
Yes, his name had changed, his face had changed, even his race was different now that it had been when Beomir Manor had been his home, but it was his still. At least, so he believed, and intended to prove, should the Gods the land did not believe in grant it so.
The outbuildings, what could be seen of them from the road that led onto the land belonging to the family Monteliyet, had fallen, ripped down by the wings of the highest Mist Storm the content had seen in a thousand years. The manor itself mostly still stood, though a part of the shingled roof had fallen in and most of the window glass was gone, giving the once graceful building a lopsided appearance, as though it were cocked to one side, examining anyone who approached with hollow eyes.
A pack of stray animals, perhaps dogs, slinked across the yard in front of the building, from left side to right, from doing ill on their way to no good, without a doubt, but they did not pause to notice that another being was approaching.
Dusk was coming in more quickly than it should have, as it was only early afternoon, the sky growing overcast with storm clouds blowing in fast and low. It felt fitting, though, that the sky should be torn and dark just as the land and home below it were. Thunder rumbled in the far distance, no danger in it, only a sort of angry mourning. This too, was fitting, for the man who made his way towards the broken remains of his childhood was the man to whom all that lay before him belonged.
Yes, his name had changed, his face had changed, even his race was different now that it had been when Beomir Manor had been his home, but it was his still. At least, so he believed, and intended to prove, should the Gods the land did not believe in grant it so.
