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       In Your Honor
       By: Elinie Date: August 23, 2015, 8:08 pm
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       Daniel had held the object before. He held it a lot, in fact.
       It never ceased to bring a smile to his face. Caleb’s heart had
       been a prized possession of his ever since the man had given it
       to him, asking Daniel to dispose of it. Daniel claimed he had,
       but kept the heart this entire time, tucked into an unknown
       pocket beneath his plate. The soft rhythmic hum of the heart
       brought him great joy. Although his heart was as frozen as his
       guts, the beating if Caleb’s heart brought him some great
       comfort. Some warmth. He may no longer have a heart of his own,
       but Caleb’s heart was his. His alone.
       Tucking the heart back into it’s hiding place, Daniel made his
       way down the catacombs as he had many times in the past, but it
       was different this time. This was the first time he intended to
       sit in on a meeting as a formal member of The Silent. A voice
       called to him as he took the last step into the tombs.
       “Hero.” The voice spoke.
       Daniel turned to his left, looking about. He was unable to see
       the owner of the voice, but instead spoke aloud. “I am not a
       hero.”
       “You have saved many in your endeavors with The Silent. As have
       all of your companions.”
       Daniel shook his head, assuming the owner of the voice could
       see him. “As many as we have taken, we have given a chance of
       hope. We keep some semblance of equilibrium.”
       “Be that as it may, you have kept protected something precious
       to me. I thank you for this. Come, come. This way.” Said the
       voice. This unnerved it – he could now discern a direction the
       voice was leading him. Placing his hand on the hilt of Wives
       Tale, he followed the path to his left and deeper into the
       catacombs.
       In the center of the tomb before him stood a figure robed in a
       dark, luxurious purple silk with a black fur pelt thrown over
       her shoulders. She turned to look at Daniel, piercing orange
       eyes gazing at him from behind rectangular glasses. Her dark
       hair and skin matched seamlessly with her outfit. In some way,
       she was radiant. In others, she was nebulous. Id stood perplexed
       – the woman looked familiar to him.
       “I thank not only you, Daniel Iddear, but the organization you
       stand with.” The robed woman spoke, approaching Daniel. From her
       sleeve she pulled an envelope, sealed in a black substance
       Daniel couldn’t discern, other than the fact that it wasn’t wax.
       “For protecting that which I hold dear, I am holding a dinner in
       the honor of your organization. Won’t you join me?” the woman
       said, slipping past Daniel.
       He turned to look at the woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.
       Daniel’s hands shook, feeling the letter, ensuring its
       authenticity. Daniel shook his head, attempting to clear his
       mind of the woman’s glare. I have to tell Eveya, he thought,
       leaving to meet with the matron.
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