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Memories	By : Asirainis Category: +A through F > Dragon Quest/ Dragon Warrior Views: 1615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Memories
Chapter Six: Angelo's Past
Airlia was looking at Angelo as Marcello approached her. She hid her wince of fear as Angelo and Alistair stepped closer to her. "I still want to truly apologize for my hasty behavior earlier. As a sign of good faith to your friends, I want to give you this world map, so that you may be able to check on where to go next on your journey as you hunt for this monster. The map is enchanted, it will always show your location, and if you touch the dot it will show you a closer view of your location. While I wish you would stay here, where you would be safe, I understand why you cannot. Please come back alive." Airlia nodded as she hid her gulp of fear. She took the offered map and tried to hide her shiver as his hand touched hers.
She placed it in her bag as she turned to her father. "I pray your trip will be safe father."
He nodded as he embraced his daughter, "I am going to have Marcello escort me to Calchas, simply to ensure that I make it safely there, to alleviate you of your worries." She nodded as she kissed her father's cheek as he returned the kiss on her forehead. The group left as she waved tearfully to her father one last time. Leaving the Abbey, they went straight through the town without a second thought. The trip was thankfully event free until just after the mountains just started to make them go west.
She heard a mewling sound that concerned her, like someone or something was injured. Turning to the others, she looked to see if they had heard the sound. Everyone was unfortunately focused on the road ahead. Looking around, she heard the noise once more and hurried ahead while they raced to catch up to her. Looking around, she saw it! A sabercat had its leg caught under a rock. She looked around and saw its young cub there, trying to free its kin. She looked at him in concern as she gently approached the sabercat.
He hissed at her as she knelt down to his level. "I don't know if you can understand me or not… But I am not here to hurt you. I just want to move this boulder so you can get out from under there…" The smaller cat growled until he saw her trying to genuinely move it. Alistair and Angelo came over to her, surprised to see her trying to free him of the boulder. "Guys, help me, so he can be free." They nodded as the three of them worked together to move it. The sabercat looked at her before nodding gratefully for her help. She sent a small healing spell at him to heal his broken leg as he roared before the pair took off.
"You're too innocent Air… Truly!" Angelo said as she shot him a look. As they continued down the path, they found a chapel just on the other side of the bridge as the sun was starting to set.
The moon was fully up before they reached the chapel, but only just as Airlia looked up at the sky, "We'd best see if we can stay there tonight. Then we can continue the journey in broad daylight." Trode nodded in agreement as they made it to the inn next door. Angelo paid the coin for them to rest as Airlia opted to remain with Medea out by the cart. Alistair offered Trode a chance to rest as he stood guard for a few hours. The night was calm as Angelo came out to look at the moon. Trode awoke hearing the door, as did Airlia.
Alistair looked over to see the man that everyone objected to, except for Airlia, came out to recline against the tree. Trode looked at the man, in question as he said, "A coin for your thoughts? You look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders!" Angelo was silent – deep in thought as Airlia came up to him, "It's Marcello isn't it?" Alistair merely remained silent, thinking he would finally learn why his behavior was the way it was.
Trode merely continued, "Maybe it would help to get it off your chest, hm? Not that I want to force you mind…"
Angelo nodded, "I don't know… Maybe things will never be right between us. He… Marcello… will never forgive me. If only we didn't share common blood, I'm sure we'd get along fine. Then there's always Airlia to add fire to the mix, though never willingly…" She nodded as she gave him an apologetic smile. He shook his head, "It isn't your fault Air." The faraway look in his eyes told her he was reliving the time he met the both of them. She thought back to it too as his words carried over to her…

Abbot Francisco was always well-known around these parts for his benevolence. He'd often take in children who had nowhere else to go. And I was one of them… My parents were well-off, part of the aristocracy. But then they both died. All of a sudden I was left with no family and no money. The abbey was the only place I could go…
The night Angelo arrived, Airlia and Marcello had been studying together to learn more of the Goddess. He had been a rising star among the Templars, and she was only allowed to learn when it was open learning sessions. Marcello had been so protective of her, like a big brother. It had been only a year since Marcello had come there because of his actions to protect Abbot and his daughter.
She gave him a smile as she was going up to her rooms. She opened her windows to allow the night breeze to come into her room. However, a disturbance had caught her eyes. A frightened boy about her age was crying even though he was being comforted by Marcello. She looked on in worry as she went outside her room and down the stairs. Coming outside, she regarded the situation carefully as her father came out. She saw some sort of argument but never heard what had been said…
Marcello had come up to me after I wandered through the Abbey, frightened of my surroundings though a man of the cloth had ignored him, walking past the child without the blink of an eye. His smile seemed friendly enough to me as he said, "… You're new here, aren't you? Are you here to join the brothers? Have you come all on your own?"
I only had enough strength to nod, my voice failing me as he responded kindly, "Oh… You must be exhausted. Where are your things? Is that all you've got?"
I sighed sadly, tears flooding my eyes as I cried, "Um… My mummy and daddy died. So I don't have many things. And I don't have anywhere else to go…"
Marcello knelt down as he said, "… You sound a lot like me. But there's no need to worry. Abbot Francisco and all of us will be your family from now on."
I held my things to my face as I whimpered, "B-but…"
Marcello smiled as he held his hand out to me, "… Let's go and find the Abbot. Come on now, don't cry. Why don't you tell me your name?"
I scrubbed the tears from my face before I smiled and reached out to Marcello's extended hand as I said, "Angelo."
Marcello's face darkened as he stood roughly, hand no longer extended… "You… So you're Angelo."
Glaring at me he demanded roughly, "… Leave. I want you to leave. You… Leave and never come back. I don't ever want to see you again!" He was silent for a moment before spitting at me - whom was now terrified at that point, "So you're intent on ruining this life for me as well, are you?"
She and her father waited for Marcello to leave before coming to comfort the boy….
Marcello was the golden boy of the abbey. He studied hard and had a bright future ahead of him. When it came to Airlia, he would bend over backwards for her, slowly becoming more possessive to the point that you've all seen and far worse. He can be charming and charismatic when he wants to, in order to make you drop your guard. But when it came to me, his attitude wasn't so positive.
She recalled her father's words that night, "I'm so sorry, child. I'm sad to say I heard that little exchange. It's so unlike Marcello to act like that. I just don't understand…" Airlia nodded as she came to give the boy a hug in comfort. To lose both parents and have someone be so rough with the boy in the same day was more than anyone could take.
The Abbot's penetrating gaze saw the reason why Marcello hated him instantly. It was the boy who caused him to be cast from his own house. Abbot Francisco had welcomed me into the abbey regardless of Marcello's demands. He smoothed over my messy hair as he said, "I always knew he had a half-brother… That's you, isn't it? You're Angelo. Well, they say time heals all wounds… Let's hope your living here will make everything all right. Now, come along with me. From today onwards, this will be your home. Why don't I introduce you to everyone? We'll start with this young girl who is with me. She is my daughter, Airlia."
She smiled as she gave a tiny wave, "It's so nice to meet you Angelo." I gave her an equally small wave until I saw her relax near me.
Not long after that… I heard the full story for the first time. About how I had a half-brother who was born from an affair between my father and one of the maids. And that was Marcello… If I hadn't been born, he'd have been next in line to my father. But when I was born, Marcello and his mother were thrown out of the house with nothing to their names. She died a few years afterwards. He had no one. So he ended up at the abbey, after saving Airlia and her father, and hating me and my father for all of those years.

She gave her brother a hug as the story broke while Trode seemed to consider everything. He was starting to understand it all, why Marcello hated Angelo, and the possession. He understood the likely reason that Marcello coveted Airlia so deeply was likely seeded fear that he would steal her love too. Like he thought the boy stole his own family.
Angelo tilted his head back against the tree as a lone tear trailed down his cheek. Airlia gave a sad smile as he said, "Quite a bombshell, don't you think? I was so young and innocent then, too. The whole thing hurt more than you can imagine. I was just lucky Airlia became such a dear friend to me. Still, c'est la vie… My father got off lightly. He did just what he wanted and then died leaving me to take the consequences. I'm the only one left for Marcello to hate now. And he somehow sees my friendship with Airlia as pulling her away from him. He doesn't get that she cares about us both, although his recent feelings change towards her have been complicating matters. Anyways, in a way I can't say I blame him. And it was probably good that we lived together. At least it gave him someone to take it all out on, even though I still regret the times that he imposed on Airlia alone." She nodded as he chuckled, "Still, it certainly added a bit of spice to the humdrum life at Maella Abbey anyways!"
Trode was shocked that Angelo had gone through all of that as he looked at the sky, "The story has gone on long enough. Look! It's nearly daybreak! We should prepare to move out soon."
Airlia nodded as the others rejoined them. She gave them a smile as they gathered to move out again. "Next on our journey is the kingdom of Ascantha. There could be a clue to his whereabouts."
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