User blog:Edacnik/Betrayal - A short story

The elf cringed as a boot slammed against his face, making his ears ring, and his eyelids twitch in pain. After the hours of being hit, breathing hurt. Then again, what in the past few months hadn't? Being scowled at in every familiar bar, being pushed aside like an old hag in any public place. Dol Amroth. Kheled Arnin. Minas Tirith. Once places he was respected as a warrior, and hero, despite his dark past, now cold and distant, like an old melancholy memory. A heavy, cold boot pressed against his chest, making already difficult breathing even harder. "Ha ha! Good lads! You finally brought down the beast! We'll make him stay where he belongs; permanently." The manish looking dwarf picked Edacnik up, tossed him in the mud, and kicked scum in his face. "I can't tell a difference with mud on your face than without; it looks the same!" The surrounding men roared in laughter. "I hope you enjoyed killing that Haradrim woman; she wasn't a criminal after all!" Nearby people shouted about injustice, and discrimination, making Edacnik half laugh, half cry. "I've always be-" mid sentence, he was kicked in the stomach. "Shut up. You have no right to speak!" The man roared. "I wasn't even put to trial." Edacnik said, trying to stand, but fell over, utterly exhausted. "Do you think this crowd formed for a common case? We know what you are! You're a monster; a villian, and you only bring harm! Don't take it personal; I like you." The man said half stupidly, before kicking Edacnik, making him fall yet again into mud. The last thing he saw before losing his vision in the pain was a regal, and familiar pair of faces; Glosur and Imrahil, who turned away and left. A few passerbies watched with sad faces, but didn't care to help. Old friends. Old companions in battle; who knew he was innocent, passed off, to continue their day. A tear dripped down Edacnik's face; one only fueled by the deepest feelings of betrayal and suffering for crimes never meant to be...