The fear he felt triggered something in Iver's mind, a memory.
He was back on the island, he saw Card running toward Dim and Dim smashed his kneecap. It was the first time Iver felt what fear really is, until now he was protected by the rules of civilization, and even with the slavers he felt invincible, like he and some of the slaves couldn’t be harmed. But as he saw Card lose his kneecap, he knew he was outside of the safe zone, he could live and die by the hands of fate. Luckily for him Vlad was there.
Another memory floated in, Hazi got smashed by the rock at the first time, the fear knocked him out but luckily for him Vlad was there as well.
But Vlad wasn’t here, and the alcohol did not do his job. He couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed by that illogical fear. Why was he afraid? What did he fear from?
He saw them all, clear in his mind: his brother, his father, king Bard, Illmare, Eonwe and many more. All of them were taken because he was too weak to help them. He was afraid that he was too weak to stop the Valar from keep on killing everyone in their madness.
"But if you just stay here and stare at them fighting you still won’t help" He heard a voice in his mind, a voice he didnt hear for a very god damn long time. "Common chap, time to get down there and help your friends" Said Vlad.
Iver looked around and saw a face he didn’t see since Bree, Eonwe was fighting that elf from earlier.
"What the fck?" Iver thought in marco's voice, he needed to save the elf.
He dashed from behind Eonwe, aiming to knock and grab the traitor.
He was back on the island, he saw Card running toward Dim and Dim smashed his kneecap. It was the first time Iver felt what fear really is, until now he was protected by the rules of civilization, and even with the slavers he felt invincible, like he and some of the slaves couldn’t be harmed. But as he saw Card lose his kneecap, he knew he was outside of the safe zone, he could live and die by the hands of fate. Luckily for him Vlad was there.
Another memory floated in, Hazi got smashed by the rock at the first time, the fear knocked him out but luckily for him Vlad was there as well.
But Vlad wasn’t here, and the alcohol did not do his job. He couldn’t do anything, he was paralyzed by that illogical fear. Why was he afraid? What did he fear from?
He saw them all, clear in his mind: his brother, his father, king Bard, Illmare, Eonwe and many more. All of them were taken because he was too weak to help them. He was afraid that he was too weak to stop the Valar from keep on killing everyone in their madness.
"But if you just stay here and stare at them fighting you still won’t help" He heard a voice in his mind, a voice he didnt hear for a very god damn long time. "Common chap, time to get down there and help your friends" Said Vlad.
Iver looked around and saw a face he didn’t see since Bree, Eonwe was fighting that elf from earlier.
"What the fck?" Iver thought in marco's voice, he needed to save the elf.
He dashed from behind Eonwe, aiming to knock and grab the traitor.