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[Rufus Oryan]

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Rufus sat in the Library of the Palace of Nujel’m. Subtle winds blew about the archways that act as entrances to the room. Twas a calm night, filled with stars and mutterings on the wind; and on such a beautiful night, Rufus was alone. A candle flickered before him, dancing atop a wick, mocking his eyes with it’s enchanting dance. And still he sat alone.

It had been two days time since his ship met the docks of Nujel’m. His trip lasted much longer than he expected. To encounter the pox, as well as horrid storms each night, was quite trying, but he held fast to practices to keep him at sanity’s grasp. Arguments ran rampant on the ship. It had seemed as if hate had touched all those that manned the ship, and they held to that without thought. But each night, Rufus scribbled missives, and gathered the energies about him, hoping to keep up his “abilities”. He forgot no lessons and practiced in private. The golden hue the emitted from his room had began to generate much talk as well…but it was disregarded out of respect. And of all that went on during his trip away from the mainland…away from Sarah and away from the Regency. Oh the visions he had, the promises he made. “…a more active Regency…A more active Regent…A unified community…” All the promises, and all he provided was empty hope.

Rufus stood from the desk in the library, and blew out the candle. As he wrapped his red cloak around him, he strolled toward the reflecting pool. He lifted his eyes to the constellation above him. And while the star crafted fellow drew his bow, Rufus nodded to himself once. “I meant not to lead them into darkness or uncertainty. All my promises were genuine, and I stick by those convictions…I hoped not to enchant them with empty wordings of what changes I would make, but I wished to push them into a moment of activity. A moment where the Regency would stand as the highest and most respected government in the land…and perhaps I have failed.” Rufus closed his eyes for a moment, a blade of grass brushed by his face and fell into the reflecting pool. “Perhaps…I have gathered too much on my plate. Perhaps I am not the man who will right the Regency, Perhaps I am just…a scholar with vision, and no action. To preach to them may be my only purpose, for I have failed them in everything else.” Rufus took in a deep breath as Sarah, slowly walked behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back. Sarah took in a deep breath, taking in her husband’s scent and saying nothing.

“Perhaps…I am just a failure. To be positive has been my drive, and to lead people to positive, despite their differences or circumstance…I…I was capable of that at some time. What type of leader am I? I may be murdering one of the things closest to me…but mayhaps I have options and ways to correct my mistakes. I beat myself over this because it is…truth…”

Rufus took in a deep breath and slowly turned, making his way through the library, to the couple’s Bed Chamber. Perhaps he could make a change…by changing…
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