Today's post features a favorite minor character of mine. This will probably be a scene in a book (considering I ever write it) called The Keeper Legend. It is the story of Jaeso, the human Keeper. He is an important, though minor character in The Acaethian Chronicles, though there isn't time for his backstory within those books. Anyway, here it is.
The look on Lixa’s face was far from helping, as she seemed completely intrigued and excited about walking down the dark stairway. She had clearly not heard the same words coming from the Dahriik’s mouth as Jaeso had: Let us proceed to the dungeons. Dungeons. Since when did temples of Bannaeodai have bloody dungeons?
Jaeso looked to his friend, Sashna, who was as new to this whole world as he, and tried to read his expression. Alas, Sashna looked at least as excited about their descent into the prisons as Lixa. Maybe more.
But with the Dahriik walking right beside him, a solemn look of awareness on his face, Jaeso did not nearly have the courage to speak his mind.
At last they arrived in the stone-lined rectangle room. A single row of four barred-door cells lined one wall. Three of them were empty. The place stank of age and moisture, in addition to the foul odor of a chamber pot that had yet to be cleaned.
Jaeso leaned forward, peering into the one cell with a closed door. It was large inside the cast-iron gate, and it was almost difficult to spot the acaeth sitting in the back corner, cross-legged on his bed.
The eyes of the creature—for that is almost what he was—rose slowly to meet them. He only seemed to look at the Dahriik, though. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He only sat and gazed emptily forward in abject silence.
“Good morning, Aejath,” Dahriik Weyrn said, his speech to the prisoner was slow and emphasized. “How have you been?”
The acaeth straightened his legs with a slow, tired sigh, and made to get up off the suspended bed, but came to a stop once his bare feet touched the floor. He was thin, and the burlap top he wore sagged over him like a blanket.
“I’ve brought some people who need your help,” Dahriik Weyrn continued. “Can you help them, Aejath?”
His legs swung listlessly from the edge of his bed and he looked about the cell, not making any sign of speaking.
“Very good,” the Dahriik said, appearing very satisfied.
“He didn’t say anything,” Sashna said.