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[Tay Thormear]

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He sighed deeply; it had not worked out at all the way he had wanted it to. She was now with the other, and they had planned to move forward. Beowulf had proven to be unfaithful to his wife, Tatiana, not only but a few nights ago. Now, it seemed to have all been a waste, or did it?

Beowulf shook his head slightly; he had a face-to-face conference with the man, the one who helped mess it all up. If he had made his decision in the first place, she would not have been upset, and Beowulf and her would not have… His thoughts trailed off.

He knew deep down, he wouldn’t be able to see the two together. The thought sickened him, angered him at the least. He had handed his robe, one the signified he was part of The Legion of Justice, back to Vaen. He wouldn’t be able to stay around, and because of this, he wouldn’t be apart of The Legion, it was his decision to make.

* * *

Last night was the last night Beowulf would spend near his home, near any of his friends. It had come aware to him that Charger had returned from his sailing. It wasn’t hard to figure out, the empty cider jugs around the bar, the wet floor around the tub.

Charger was the first Beowulf told of his plans to leave. He told him everything, from the part about his feelings, to the part about his unfaithfulness, all the way to the part where he couldn’t stand being here anymore.

“Take care of Tati, and my child. He heart will be broken, and for this I should be broken. She must hear it from me tough.” Beowulf told Charger.

* * *

Tatiana and Beowulf sat on the roof of the newly structured Sanctus Inn. He began to explain that he was going to take a long trip, one that was much needed.

“You will be coming back right?” Tati asked through sobs.

“I hope so.” Beowulf replied.

He couldn’t bear to see her cry anymore, but he knew he couldn’t keep it from her. He explained what had happened, the feelings he had, and the actions he had taken. Over and over again he tried to reassure her that she had done nothing wrong, and none of it was her fault.

“But I couldn’t please you…” she said, through sobs.

Beowulf couldn’t stress enough how much she pleased him. He had made a mistake, and followed feelings that shouldn’t have been there. Shouldn’t, but were. He tried to explain it to her, but it just didn’t sound right.

“If…if I’m not pleasing you…than..than that means you don’t want to be with me.” Tatiana said.

“ It’s not that...” he sighed. Beowulf kissed her gently and turned away from her crossing the garden. “If you don’t wish to be with me…I understand.”

“I want nothing more than to be with you, but knowing that you have feelings for someone else, I cannot bare it.”

“You just, don’t understand.” He sighed slightly. “I must…leave now.”

* * *

Beowulf and Charger both finished their bottles of ale. Beowulf stood, sighing quietly and walked across the basement. His placed his hand on the door handles and spoke clearly.

“You, and only you alone will know where I’ll be. If something happens, I want to know. Make sure to watch over…her.” He opened the door and walked outside.

Charger rushed out after him and yelled, “Eh Beo! I go’ an idea!”

Beowulf turned around to face him, “What?” he asked.

“If I can bea’ ye in a figh’…than you gotta stick around. Ye can stay unnoticed an’ wha’ nah, bat can’ leave fer good. An’ if you win, ye can leave and do wha’ ye gotta do.”

Beowulf nodded slightly, the two walked down the stone walkway leading to the sand, both arming their weapons and caps. Charger muttered a spell, and a large stonewall erupted from the ground. They both waited anxiously, their fingers wrapped tightly around their weapons. The wall dropped, and at the same time words rushed out of their mouths.