Banlands Pamphlet || PHIGHTING!

The Banlands Pamphlet.

“Have you read this?”

It had been as if the Warden himself thought revealing his affairs to the public was enough to clear his name. After years of visits to and from the Church, years of keeping this secret locked away, he had let the news out like the daily press. All those moments together, all those tiny smiles; they didn’t matter anymore. Medkit couldn’t remain.

The public practically exploded with chatter the moment the paper was released. Some didn’t understand, some chose to gawk and jeer at the warden, and others felt like idiots for thinking they could trust him.

Yet Banhammer stood tall in the crowds, accepting his decision like it hadn’t ruined his “partner’s” entire life. Citizens shouted and threw things, each feeling a varying level of anger, confusion, or mischief, but it all changed when Sword came to speak his mind on the issue.

The Warden turned at the sound of his cousin’s voice, finally feeling a small sense of relief when he saw the younger inphernal. Following close behind was Rocket, of course.

”I came as soon as I heard.” Sword announced, though not necessarily to Banhammer or the crowd, more so to himself.

”All the way from Lost Temple?” someone muttered, sparking more murmuring in the crowds. Many began to boo at Banhammer, given how disappointed Sword appeared, though a few remained quiet.

”Finally, someone who understands,” The Warden muttered and made his way towards Sword, a bitter smile on his face. The crowd split like waves as he moved, parting despite their overall feelings on the matter, and watched as the two faced each other.

”Sword, thank the Spawn,” Banhammer remarked and put a claw out towards the young knight. ”C’mon, you get what I’m tryin’ to do, right?”

”’Trying to do’?” Sword repeated, frowning. “I don’t understand any of this! Put whatever we had aside, Banhammer. I’d rather save my brother’s dignity than someone like you.” He practically snarled the words and for a moment, the crowd went silent out of shock.

Banhammer recoiled, both his smile and hand falling in grim realization. Even Sword, someone he viewed as an ally, was rejecting his decision. The Warden gritted his teeth.

“I hope you’re satisfied, Banhammer.” Sword spat, leaning forward just enough to show Banhammer how much this affected him. “I hope you’re satisfied enough to know you’ve ruined Medkit’s life.” He stepped back with one last look, then strode off with Rocket, his friend offering Banhammer a rude gesture instead of any sort of comfort, and the two were gone.

The Warden stood there for a long moment, a mix of outrage and surprise at Sword’s display, but pushed it down. Clenching his fists, he glanced around the crowds, and stormed off, already knowing the TRUE EYE was laughing behind his back.

The Banlands Pamphlet.

“Have you read this?”

It had been as if the Warden himself thought revealing his affairs to the public was enough to clear his name. After years of visits to and from the Church, years of keeping this secret locked away, he had let the news out like the daily press. All those moments together, all those tiny smiles; they didn’t matter anymore. Medkit couldn’t remain.

Scythe had been the one to give Medkit the news whilst they were chatting in the deserts of Lost Temple, having read the paper only moments ago. She smiled as she handed it over, muttering ”Sounds like your dear Warden’s fallen out o’ love,” but Medkit barely heard her.

He had read the pamphlet over and over again, trying to discern a reason for the Warden to reveal such a truth, but he couldn’t find one. It was too late to search for answers.

While Scythe and Broker were spreading the word, Medkit was packing his things. Just like Blackrock, he had to flee. It was unfortunate, it was unfair, but most importantly, it was betrayal. Betrayal of someone he had trusted for years.

The doctor pulled a cloak over his shoulders, briefcase in hand, and slipped out of the Church with the night sky overhead, stars twinkling in the dark blue. He had held back the tears for hours now, but he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“Of course I couldn’t trust the Warden,” He muttered under his breath, his voice falling apart with every passing second. The first tear fell and he paused in his running. His grip tightened on the handle of his luggage as he sat down in the sand, anger and outright hurt raging in his eyes. “After all that… After all those…” He trailed off. He couldn’t think about the past right now. It didn’t matter anymore. All he had to focus on was getting out.