[Music and Inspo]
The day and night had taken a toll she was not prepared for. Her body was crying out in pain even though the wounds had been healed. She felt the building anger in her and couldn't place where to direct it.
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H̛̙̮͉̤̉͊̔̈́̚͢͝͠͝ḙ̛̥̯̝̀̑͋̈́͢ͅ t̴̖̳̟͔̖̭̞̀́͆̔͐̈́̉͘͘ư̧̺͚͔̻͎̲͗̈̽̀́͘͢͡͠͝r̭͖͈̰͕̜͖̒̉̏͒̐͋̈́̄n̡̡̰͈̦͙͈̯̯̂̋́̀̿̓̓̆͠ē̛̻͙̪͇͖̯͖̠̦͋͋̉̿̕̕͝ͅd͕͎̱̝̫͗́́̋̋͊́͠ͅ y̴̜̻͕̞͑͑͋͌̏͊̓̄̿͜͡o̴̞̜͚̦̙̦̪̓̾̀̊̿̽̃̄́͠u̧̨̮͙͊̓͒̇̃͑̃͂͢͡ į͚͔̫̘͑̽͊͒̓́̾̄̀n̟̪̦̪̫̭͓̠̘̩͆͗̍̉́̈͒̚͘ţ̞͇͈̤̆̀̾̐̆͗͛͑͛́o̶̰̠͓̳̱̤͆̋̈́̐͜͠ ạ̶͍̻̪̭̥͍̜͂̀͋̓̎͌̋̕ m̸̮̗̰͎̬͈̺̩̜͑͆̃̉͊͗͝ơ̷̗͚͙͕̱͛̈́͆̑̒̈̈̕ñ̪̙̻͖͛̈́͋̓͢͞s͉̳̻̘̟̐̈̐͗̌͘͞t̷̢̲͉͍̮̽̒̍͋̉̎̔͞ḛ̷͎̱͕̝͉̼̮͋̎͊̋̑̏̾͢͝r̵̻̬͍̖͍̈́͑̌́̀̈́̐͜͡.̴̡̡̧͔̗͎͎̉̏̾͐͊
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She hissed in pain, bringing a hand to her head. Her eyes beginning to become engulfed in blackness, "I'll kill him."
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D̵͈̗̮͉͖̻͙̰͉̑̇̂̌̌̋̔̚͡e̶̢̛̤̪̙̗͇̻̓͂̎̑͡s̛̩̲̻̮̰͐̽́̏̅͟͞͠t̷̢̛͖̭͍͙̪̀̇̆̀̆͊́̓̐ͅr̷̡̛̹͎̠͖͓͐̈́̎̍ǫ̠͚͔͔̻̼̦̀͆͋͗͜͠͡ỳ̬͎͇͓̳̰͎̞̘̂̑͆͋̈́̀̚͜ ť̵̡͉̪̤̬̘̦̲̩̱̏͊́̈́͗̾̆̀h͚̰̣͇͔̮̀͆̓͆̑͟ȩ̵̛̛̖͙̥̲͚͇̬̏̎́́̎͟͟ b̸̼̮͔̘̪̼͛̏̓͛͐̀̈́l̸̛̩̘̻̖̤̲͎͎̓̋̾̋̕ǫ̗͓͎̥͙̞̻̀͋̿͂̈̂͘͟͟͞o̶͔̘͖̦̹͒͒̒̇̅͑͝d̸̛͕̥͔̼̟̒͊̍̔͑̔̿͜͝ l̵̦͈̬͉̣͕̰͋͗̔̌̏̌̚ę̸͇̼̙̝͚̎̽̏̓̒̑͜t̸̛̛̮̩̬͇̻̂̃̒͢t̨̲̦̭͔̤̬́̀̀͛̉͑̈́̚͟͝͠e̡̡̛͔͇͔͕͍̤̋̂̋͑͂͑͢͢͞͞ŕ̸̨̡͕̯͙̩̬̤̑͋͊͋̑͠.̴̛̛̹͈͉̼̫̝̻͇̯͎͛̊̇ F̢̡̞̞͖̖̬̠̜͋̾́̓̓̀i̧̞̺̺͖̲̤͕̲̇̓̈̈́̓͗̇͡ņ̷̡͍͔̲̠̩̼̂͌̓̉̂͛̾̓͒i̠̱͙̗͔̬̾̑̀̈̉š͍͚̫̅̈̑͆͗̽̊̎̐͢ͅh̴̥͙͓̱̟͛͒͐̋͐̍͐̈͢ͅ h̴̨͎̬͖̓̓̓̀̈́̔̔͘̚ͅi̷̧͔͇̺̠͍͑̇͐͂͒̈̃͒m̫̥̼̣͖̳̅̅̓̆͌͂̅́̅ b̖̩͉͕̯͍̟̙̖̌́̿̋͐̂́̕̚é͈͖̫̯̻͛͂̎̒̿̈́́͋͘ḟ̧̗̥̳̜̮͌̓͒̿̾̅̑͆̾͟ö̴̖͍̤͙̼̟͉̮́̑̈́̋̂͟͞͠ͅř̷̨̠̥͍̯̽̆̒͗̌͘͜͡e̶̯̻̬͖̙̻͓̜̅̀̾̍̚͜ m̴̡̧̼̲͚̮̭̍͊̐̏̊̅̽͢͜͞͠͡ȏ̢͔̪̭͒̌́̒͜͢͟ͅr̷͔̝̗̪̲̰̩̤͔͗̌̾̐̌ȩ̵͉͎̞̘̖̖̲̟̏̽̂̓̑̋͡ f̶̪̱̰̳̹̟̐̋̏́̔͒͆̽͠ą̖͕̣̺̑͑͐̏̇͞͡l̵̬̞͕͚͖̱͓̠͗͋͋̽̿͟͞͞͞l̳͔̙̖̜͍͈̈́̓̀̐̾̕͜ͅ.̛̣̞̗͙̣̮̋̂̅̌̽̃̆̽͠ͅ
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No. Stop!
Her eyes reverted to normal, looking around. She wasn't in her home anymore. She looked around then down at her hands and gasped. She released her grip and the large Koi Fish fell to the ground, limp and lifeless.
"What was I-.. When did I-..." She quickly retreated from the pond, her robe soaked up to her thighs.
She felt her eyes widen, the pool and land around her beginning to flicker between it's normal tranquil self and being soaked in blood. She brought her hands up to her head as she backed into the cobblestone wall foundation behind her.
"W-What is he doing to me?!" She shook a bit, feeling the flames on her skin again yet knowing she was not burning.
Her gaze shifted from the deep crimson waters up towards the other buildings around and felt a lump form in her throat. All she saw was engulfed in flames and smoke. Slowly the creeping sound of screams filling her ears. Bodies strewn about everywhere as the normal pearly sand and lush grass of The Isle were now painted in colors of red, blue, and green.
The faint word of "Ana?" calling out to her but her hands moved to her arms, nails clawing into her skin.
Ana?!
She saw the looming shadow of a man come before her face, and the grasp of something trying to pry at her hands.
"GO AWAY!" She let out a shriek as ice flew around her, eyes closing tightly in fear.
"ANA!" The voice became clearer, the sound of a woman she knew.
The screams and roaring flames began to die out as she felt her being grasped by the shoulders and shook. Her eyes open and stare up at fair face of a human woman; her deep blue gaze and light hair helping bring the girl back to reality.
"Cy-Cyrenia?" Ana's voice whimpered out, her lip trembling.
"Ana what's happening? The ocean is in turmoil." The woman asked, looking at the blood on the girl's arms.
"It wasn't real.." Ana told herself, letting out a breath, "Damn it. I'm fine now.. I promise."
"Ana..." Cyrenia began to warn.
"I know.. Don't fall for illusions.. It just.. Felt so real." Ana began to relax, rubbing a hand down her face, "I'm going to sleep.. You can rest now."
"Do I need to tell the Adm-"
"No! No. I'm fine. Let him rest.." Ana cut her off.
The woman sighed heavily, "Go see Rawley in the morning.. You hear me?"
"Yes.. Right." Ana agreed, feeling exhausting setting in.
"Good night, Adriana." Cyrenia eyed her suspiciously.
"Good night." Ana quickly ducked back into her house.
Friday, August 23, 2019
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Shattered Hearts
[Music]
"Ana... Are ya tellin' me... Ya didn't look for him? Why is Cap- nay ADMIRAL Bravemoon unconscious?"
"We kidnapped him like you suggested. And his fiancee can fuck off." Ana stared blankly.
Alissa sat there for a brief moment, staring at Ana. She flipped off the table, the floorboard creaking heavily underneath her boots as she heavily walked over to her. Towering in front of her, she crosses her arms underneath her busy chest, "Ana, ya CANNOT do that. I was jokin' on kidnappin'. Even if I wasn't ya can't go n' just kidnap the damn admiral without his consent. No matter how much ya hate his fiancee, it ain't fair ta him."
Rawley mutters, "I disagree--"
"Shut up you flea ridden mutt, befer I slice that slime tongue right out yer maw!" Alissa cut him off.
Rawley pins his ears back and whines, shrinking down.
"I am doing my duty, Captain." Ana stared up at the woman, unmoved. "When the Admiral is unwell or doing something that endangers us all, it's my job to make sure he stops. I may hate his fiancee, but I have not done anything against that man this entire time. In fact, I keep having to save his fiancees ass as much as his."
"It isn't yer place to decide that. Ya ain't his keeper. Ya did wrong by not bringing him- where's their fucking address so I can gather the howlers and go get the poor lad now. Don't ya ever split up a damn family again. From what ya've been tellin' me, he's awful, but that ain't no reason to drive a wedge between 'em. It ain't yer damn place. Lay another damn hand on the admiral befer I get back and I'm taking it- ya hear me?" Alissa glared.
Rawley was busy cowering.
"Alissa." Ana's tone became dark, "Do you forget the last time? We both know who his family is. Do you think I'd take such actions without that in mind? That 'man' is hurting him. He's no family." Her voice was a hiss as she refused the Captain's orders for an address.
Alissa slammed her hand into the wall right beside Ana's head. Her raspy voice turned a bit deeper, she didn't fear her darker tone. "His family is dead, Ana. Aiysha is ash. His siblings wish not to acknowledge him. He has Isabella- we are not his family. Do not forget that." She snarled, glaring more at her. "We can pretend we are all a big happy family, but at the end of the day we aren't. Ya have to let that man live his damn life n' make his own mistakes. If he wants to fuckin' marry the man and throw his life away, ya gotta let him do it. Ya can't stop him. I don't agree with everything youse'all do but I let ya do it because its yer feckin' life. Now if ya EVER tear him away from that man again without a good reason- like him nearly killin' the admiral- then we's gonna have some problems."
Lily and Isabella's voices rang out, calling out, "Ana?"
Ana was about to retort when she heard the girls, she sighs, "He takes him from Isabella.. and I will kill the man myself, Captain." She teleported the woman back to her ship with the map to the apartment. "Rawley.. You really need to learn to stop cowering.." She sighs before heading outside.
After sending the two girls off with Rivi and some minor protection, Ana went to skulk about somewhere. Her mind raging. Soon she found herself out of the small town they had build and nearing the forest. Taking to a tree, Ana began to slam her fist into it's rough bark.
"Damn bitch." Her voice snarled, "She forgets her place. I'm doing my job."
Another slam of her fist into the bark, "She may not be his family-" another punch, "but I sure am."
She continued to herself, "He claims to be my keeper.. Yet I am not his? I'm not a stupid child." Her knuckles were beginning to bleed, "That -dragon- isn't worth being around. Can't even handle who Isaars truly is. Like a child coveting a toy."
She shook her hand, letting some blood splatter on the ground before continuing to punch, "Family. His family can go to hell if they're like that damnable cousin of his. Even Aiysha was better then this lout. She's probably rolling in her grave at the hell he's in."
The tears began to sting but she continued to beat her anger out, "I'll kill him... I'll kill him if he lays a finger on Isaars.. Or even thinks to hurt Isabella."
Y̱̫͇̼͈͊̓̈́͊̐͗̀̚͠ͅǫ̖̤̪̮̣̮̾̏͒̿̐u͇̺͉̲͍̎̇̉̀̆̚͝ n̴͉̲͙̄́͗̑͑̀̕͜͢͞͡ë̸̼̦̟̹̬̠̺̞́̈́̊̉̓̎͠ế̥͉̥͕̫̆̈́̓͗͑͊͟͠d̪͎̤͓͚͆̀͊̍͐̿̐̈͢͢ ḿ̸̡̫̺͓͔̓͑́̊͋̇o̡͎̬̮͈͚̖͋̓̓̓͆͆̀̈̕͟͡r̡̼̣͙͖̤̄̓́̍̀̈̓̿͘͞e̛͉͙̬͇̳̰̤͒̽̆̈́͜͞ ṕ̡̝̤̗̪͍̔̆̃̎ͅo̴̢̨̥͚̭̳̒͐͐̂̍͊̒w̧̧̟̭̘̺̭͕̱̋̈́̃̑̿̽̕͟ě̡̝͉̯̱͚̗͗̀̏͐ȓ̡̠̖̗͕̘̰́͌͒̕͟ͅͅ t̸͕͚̗̼̙̰͚͕̹̱̒̈́͆́̂̓͗̕͘̚o̵̭͇̗̬̤̣̯͈̣̿̽̀̄́͠ s̡̭͖̘̣͓͉͚̘͔̍̽́͐̌̇̕̕͝͞t͔̣̖͔͇͙͒̅̿̓̐̚͢͞ò̴̦̮̬̳͔̘̰̯̽̆͋̚p̸̡̢̹͚͇̳͕͗͑͆͊͆̉̕͜ͅ t̢̺̼͚͕͇̜̦̰̏̾̅̾͌̈͒̚͝ȟ̸̜͓͍̺̺̜̏̏̚͠é̢̫̳͚͈̝̬̆̂̃̏͘͠m̴̢̱̖̼͓͆̎̀̎̆̿͑͟͠ͅ.̧̮̟̤̲͓̜͉̜̅̒́̀͆͑̈́͊̽̑
Ana shook the thoughts from her head, "Power is dangerous.. Terran told me that."
T̢̢̞̠͔͍̈̈́̈̈́̄̚ḩ̜̬̰̩̱̜͋̿̓̀̈́̿͋͡e̴̢̤̠̦̗̾̈̓̊͌̅͛y̘͙̹̜̦͂͋̈́̔̓ͅ'̜̭̞̹͔̎̐̅̆͘ļ̸̨͎̟̟̘̲̠͚̄̂̿̈́́̇̒ĺ̴͔̻͎͓̜̭̤͒̀͆͒̏̍͜ b̴̨̬͚̬͈̬̰̞̹̭̊̅̀̃̓̅͐͋̏͂e̴̢͎͉̜̞͛̓̍̅̓̍ t̴̮͚̯̜͈͕̭̤̖̃̈͒͂̊̕̕͟ą̶̳̯͙͂̋̈́́̅́́̚̚ͅk̠̞̝̹͉͐͗̍̒̕͡ẻ̸̢͉̪̟̣̙͎̓̅̇̽͜͠n̶͍̮̥̖̫̫̩̞̞̙̈́̀̏̑͘̚͡͞͝͞ f̢̤̥͙̓͗̆͛̂̅̅͜͜͠r̶̢̧̩̞̩̣͙̼̗̝̍̏̅̄̏͝ơ̢͙̼̰̳̲͍̯̬̟̓̾͂̀͗͝m̵̡̢̛̺̮̤̅͒̿̏͑̒͜͠͝͞ ÿ̢̺̪̣̝̘͒̿̑́̍̉̄̉͝ô̶̧͖͙͔̙̣̂̊͑̊͒̔͜u͙͚̞̭̠͂́̉̕͟͡.̡̛͎̗̯͕͂̐̄̆̿̂̅̕͞ͅ.̴̡̞͚͙̪̰͚̳̀̄̉͐̀̀̾͡͝ͅ J̧̝͔̱̳̥̝̤̆́͋̋́͂͘͞ͅu̥̟̪̯͇͕̪̎̆̅̿͊̚s̢̛̺͍͕͚͚̞̠̫̻̽̓̏́̊̋͘ṱ̶̡̮̰̠͚̭̘̔́̃̄̍ ḽ̡̻̦̲̬͙̺̩̏̒͛̑̆͘͟i̢̫͇̪͈̜̿̌̔̈̎͡ķ̸͕̝͖͖̱̘̼̲̀̑̐̕͞͝͝ȩ̷̦͚̞̜̻̓͛̽̓͐͒̔̌̚͝ y̷̨̧̥͈̖͚̤͐̆͂͌̋̐̏o̡̱̙̪̜̯̓̋̀̉̿̂͊̚͟͡ü̯͕͇̝͌͐͐͟͝ŗ͕̥̭̩̲̟͔̗̠̌̓͋̔̃̎̈́̕͝ f̶̡̙̖̪̜̽̿̈́̒̕͢ả̷̩̰̯͈̺̣̦̖͌̃̒͒̈́̈́̀͝m̢͕͇͚͎͓͇̲̋́̈̅̀̌̕͢͡i̸̖̼̹͉̯̇͌́̿̚͞ͅl̸͙̱͕͖͎̜̐́̒͋͛͊͑͟ͅy̢͕̼͎̼͛͗̽̅̃͐̕͢.̛͇͙̙̻̮͎̟̲͙̀̂̀̌̚
She clenched her fists, ignoring the pain but pausing to look at the blood and shredded skin, "I'll stick to my training.. Basic arcane will be enough."
W͈̮͔̭̞̜̓̿̋͐̄i̡̝̩̜̙͚̗̔͋̍̌͋̊̌͑͜͢͡͠ͅl̵̨̛̯̜͔̥̯͇͒̈́̉́̀̊͂̋͜l̵̟̩̳͚̊̏̓̋́̊̃͟ ḭ̯̠͇͖͖̔̌͑̈́̃͒̽͠t̗̺̭̗͎̫͖̻͚̋́̓͋̂̀̉̑͌̈́ b̷̨̡̖̜̱̙̩̀̎̎̆̈̐̋̔̕̚͟ẹ̛̰̠̥̞̝͇̳̀̈́̑̎̓͞͞ ţ͖̦̖̈́͑̒̇̇͜͞͝h̸̺̻̺̲̼͉͍̣͈̏̅͂̑͂͌̃̓̂͝ò̶̮̮̙̳̬̓̉̆̽̆͊̚ų̶͚͓͇̯͚͙͓̈́̊͂̔̔͟ͅg̴̝̜͉͇̦͔̭̓͂́̂́͌̕̕͞ͅh̰̞̦̘͇̦̾̑̃̐̓͟?͇͖̗̩̝͔̈́̍͒̿̏́̈͂
She felt a growl build in her throat, shaking her head, "I'm just tired. I don't need to listen to voices."
Y̵̬̗̜̟͒̅̿͌͒͟o̟̰̖̹̤͛́̌̈̒̓̋͊͐͜͡u̦̘̳̝̪̩͎̓́̂̈́̐̊͠ h̨̛͉͈̙̩̘̀̄̿͋͝a̸̛͔͇̘̦̿̓̎̓̕͢͜v̡̡̛̦̱̪̖̳̑̏͛̂̿̽́ͅȩ̩̙͈̪̔̃̂́͛̆̿͜͞͝ h̴̯͎̦̲͈̻̰͗̏̾̔̽͘͢i̻̟̻̝͍͇͓̙̾̀̒͊͋͒̕ş̧͇̟͚͎̖͕͐͒̅̎͗͋̓͋̔͝ t̴̯͈̘̹͖͊̄͗̆̏͊̐͘̕͝ǫ̵̡̛̜̮̽̈́̎̂̈̍̚͠ͅm̪̯̝̫͚͐͆͒͆̀̎̅̀͟ͅe̼͔̣̝͉̗͙̗̖̯̐̅̂̑̔̀̋͝͠͡.̨̖̮͙̭̽́̇̈́̒ Y͍̼̫̼̙̌̋̐̈́̇̓̚͡o̷͉̘̥̫̬͔̫͔̾̍͂̈́͋̀̓͛͜͜͞ư̴̢̝͖̩̦̜̘̼̮̻͊̉̔́́ ḫ̷̨̤̲̙̱̿̅͌͌́͜͝ͅa̶̧̛͚͓͖̙̻̯̐̆̾̃̍̃̚̕͡v̸̡̱͎̹̪͋̊́̈́̈́͑̌͘e̛̠͉̖̥̩̩̭̓̾́̏̏̌̒̔͟͝ ą̝͉̻̥͋̓́͗͌̓̚͞ͅl̶̞͎̳̻͔͓̯͓͓̀̀͂̀̎̈̉̕̕͝l̷̥̟̹̳̤͈̙̔̅͑̀̅͟͡͠ t̨̥̳̠̫̫̫̩̑̏̉̾̃̅̀͗̀̚h̶̢̬̪͔̖̀͛͐̅͊͗̋̈́̆ͅe͖͇̱̟̳͊͒͋̈́̎̏́̈͝͞i̡̗͓̥̜̟̦͆̓̏̏͌̓̅͗̍r̷͕̦͇̳̙͓̮̫̙̒̈́͌͌̃̄̂̇͛ ẗ̛̟͓̘͍͍̍̎͂̽̉͘͜o̘̭͔͖̟̽̓͛̅͝m̸̲̩̱͈̠͓̯̐̽̀̄͑͆̓̕̕e̴̡̢̢͍̳̩͎̩̳̎́̐̍̂̊̀̋͜͠s͈̩̙̘̹̥̻̤̾̍͂̄̉̌̓̌̒̀.̶̧͓̞̹̙̗͚͋̊̽̋͆̑̕͠͠ Y̷̨̛͕͇̺̳̦̗̽̾͋̈́͐͟o̶͍͕̳̟̻̤̭͒̐͐́̅͑͡͞ư͇̖͓̝̮̬̪̬̄͒̒̑̊̃̚͜ c̵̨͍͎̰̝̗̬̭̈́̔͒̂̒̕͡á͍͙͕̖͉̩͋̉́̕͜͢n̶̡͎̗̤͎͚̄̽̃̆͡ b̶̼̫͍̭̮̈̃̎͌̓̕̕̕͠ẻ̷͎̖̲̘̘̯̞͕̗̑̿͒̎̿͊̑͞ͅc̶͉͚̞̲͎̪̭̀͗͛̾͐̄̐͢ṏ̸̹̥̻̟̣̪̗́́́̒͡m̨̼̳̟̯̞̫̟̗͂̄̅̆͡e̶̺̫̦̹͖̰̭͍̱̒̒̓͌̐͘͜͡ s̨̧̛̖̳̣͒̂̏̓̂̽̅o͖̱͚̳̩̳̺̯̳͗͛͌͂̎́̊̆̒̀m̶̻͓̝͓͕̒̔̌͒̾͌̂͘̚͜ȩ̳̬̦̠̔̌̑̀͂̆̂̓ṯ̵̱̤̮͖̰̐̅̅͒̉͛̉͗͞ͅh̙̖͚͎̩̟́̐̒̎̍͌̀͢͢͞͡i̡̮͇͉̱̭͙͍͈͒̃͆͆̆͛̀̚̕͜n̶̨͓̞̥͎̙̳͍͈̍̉̈́̌͊́́͠ĝ͙̬̙͇̥͚̫͙́͌̓̑͂͆̕ t̶͙̥̪̳̞̙̤͉̹͈̆̀͑́͞ǫ͙̠̰̗̤̪̿͑͌̅̚ b̴̮̪̞̼̗̩̩̘̗̏͂͑̒̚͢͠e̵̢̥̝̖̫̖̘̪̹͌̓̈̀͑̎͝ͅ f̨̛̮̣̮̝̬͕͚̠̽̿̆̑̄́̍͊̚ę̸̛̜̼̙̝̟̘̪͎̌̋́̇̚a̟͔͈̣͙̤͙̜̒̈́̇͑̇̔̊͟r̵̨̼̥͕̹̰̫̗̲͆͒̏͗̀͂͗̓͝ͅę̷̰̪̜͍̟͔̫̙̅̓̈̌̃̇̚͟͞͞͝d̼͙̩͕̻̥̂͛̍̏̊͝͝.̶̲̜̻̲͙̗͋̂͌̎͆͊̓ N̢͚͓̘͓̝̝̅͛̌͆̌̇̀̌͜͠͞ợ̫̞͓͓̹̮̐͒̄̅͋̑́̕͢ͅ o̷̩͉͓̭͓̜̤̮͐̔͑̋͊̄̀̌̈̕ń̴̢̰͚̳̥̽̀͘͝͡ȩ̙͚̗̬̻̠̔͊̽͊̓̇͋͟ ẇ̵̡̛̥̬͈͛͋́͟i̸̧̜̞̘̹̹͗̍̎͑̒͌͟͝͞ͅḷ̯͉͙̦̦͌̅̈́̓̎͡l̡̧͓̯̥̙̺̏̓͆͆͊̉̓̿̕
ṱ̶̛̠̠̝͇̳̝͉̤̉́͘̕a͉̘̘̘̦̟̒̏̑́̊͊̕̚͘͟͠ḱ̬̠̭͓̹͚̯͓̫̑̋́̅̒̂́̕͟͝ḛ̵͔̲͎̩̩̳̍͒̌͒̈̏̚͘͢ ţ̼̤̗̞̤͔̮̳̒̔͊̔̀̓̾͝h̶̭̰̼͎̽͛̎̅́́͗̈́̉͟ͅè̷͉͈̳̮̫̯͇͖̎́̾͘͜͞ͅm̶̰̖̤͓͈̭͐̂́̂̽̿͘̕ t̹̖̘̼̩̝̣͛̓̈͊͂̾̌̃͒h̡̰̪̲̼̿͌͑͐̆͛̾͘ę̠͇̻̳̟̲̤̔̀̄͂̅͌̅̋̓͘ǹ̵̡̛̹̝̫͚̱̖̫̱͐͆̎̊̽̓̾͢.̴̨̡̛̗̬̜̞͚͇̓̊͛̅͗̃̚͟͞͡
She took pause, biting her lower lip, "I promised..." Her mind was already thinking ten steps ahead.
Soon she summoned Nabarius's tome, flipping to a page on how to leech life to heal herself. She turned her gaze to a near by critter. She read and reread before holding her hand out towards the creature, slowly beginning to drain. The wounds on her knuckles began to heal and she felt a surge.
S̨̠͉̬̪͙̯͈̙̠̅̍̿̓̀͑͐̌͘͞e̸̛̖̭̼̤̞͓͙̥̜̅̐̋͘ĕ̤̠̠̱̪̭͔̗͕̺̑̌̀͆̚͘͠͠?̸̢̻̹̟̼̠͖̪͎̰̔̏̈̕͠ Y̢̪̩͔̬͕͈̯̞̭̒̃͂̽̚͘o̢̨̹̗̭͔͕̺͒͒͆̈́̂͟͜͡͝͝u̫̣̜̳̰͕̥͛͑̊̓́̕͠͞ h̴͈̪̼̪̪̓͊̈̓͌a̝͕̹̼̩͈͙̦̫̜̾̓͆̓̾̕͡͠ṿ̝̻̞͚̓̓͑͗̍̑́͘̚ȩ̘̬͓̬̺̪̠͚̾͒̊̿̈́̍̀͘ k̴̠̥͓̲͉̱͌̈́̌̓̚̚̕͞͠͠ņ̨̢̹̻̹͈͋͐͒̔͐͌̉͜͡o̫̞̻̹͚̓̒̅͌͆̐̕ͅw̴̡̯̩̲̼͂̽̾̋̅̕͢ĺ̢̧̧̳̲̰̫̬̹̋̊͌͑̚ȩ̷̛̹͙͓͇͚͈͓̃͒̾̃̕͠ͅd̴̳̜̙̪͆͌͆͆̈̀ͅģ̷̛̗͖̗͚̙̍̽͐̂͌̍͑̽͘ë̶̡̛̖̟͙̻͓̠͋̂̏̈̋̏̐͗ t̶̛̺̬͕̠̞͔̓͊̀̽̉̂̂͒h̶̢͉̙̱͈̻͔̟̻̻̑͆͊͊̏͐̆͛͝͞a̸̰̝̳͉̙̲̽̊͆̅͑̀̾͋̍̒t̨͚̙͍̖̯̑̓͆̒̃͟͟ ŵ̤̗̣̰̝͖͒̈͆̏̑͡i̧̖̪̟̱̰̭͚̾̈̏̚͡l̴̠̙̘̰̬͖̪̆̆̄̒̆͒̚̕͠ĺ̶̨̢͈͚̻̝̟͕͇̋͑̏́̒ͅ k̨̲͎̝̤̠̎̈̋̎͒̊͗͟e̢̞̟̹̬̅̾̀̽̔̿͑̒͡͠ę̷͓̰̆͐̔̎̂̃͊́͟͢͝ͅp̸̨͙̙͍̦̗̝̩̂̉̆̃͢͡͠ͅ e̫͙̰̣̤̻̞̖̪͋̈́̓̈͝v̛̤͍̰̠̲̣͂̍̍̉͘͝é̹͙̮̳́̔̀͆̐͟͝r̡͇͎̩̀̾̐̎͢͝͠ý̛̦̯͇̠̟̹̩͐̒̈́̔̇̕͜ó̶̭̙̰̤͉̥̀̌͛̉̍̕͠n̺̻̲̺͉͙̠̤̓́̓̀͊̍͜͢͞͠ę̣̮̹̙̄͊̒̂̅̀͑̉̚͘͢ c̸̰͖̥̠̖̻̆͛̄̅͞l̷̡̛̠̜̭͈̗̹̆̋̿͋͞͞ơ̢̮̯͚̰̫̋̎̈́̐̊͂̕͝ş̰̼̘͇̗̞͖̊̿̎͋͗͞ë̷̠̫̝̙̗͈̟̩͋̊̉́̅̕͡.̺̫͉̙̹͉͕̥͆̄̐̂́͒̍̿͟
She slammed the tome shut, staring at the dead critter before dismissing the tome.
"No." She told herself, shaking her head. "Terran told me not to harm. So I won't. This-.. This is just something eating at me. I'll figure something else out to get rid of any threats."
She felt her arms shaking, biting her lip hard again before quickly retreating back into town. Do not let the shadows win.
"Ana... Are ya tellin' me... Ya didn't look for him? Why is Cap- nay ADMIRAL Bravemoon unconscious?"
"We kidnapped him like you suggested. And his fiancee can fuck off." Ana stared blankly.
Alissa sat there for a brief moment, staring at Ana. She flipped off the table, the floorboard creaking heavily underneath her boots as she heavily walked over to her. Towering in front of her, she crosses her arms underneath her busy chest, "Ana, ya CANNOT do that. I was jokin' on kidnappin'. Even if I wasn't ya can't go n' just kidnap the damn admiral without his consent. No matter how much ya hate his fiancee, it ain't fair ta him."
Rawley mutters, "I disagree--"
"Shut up you flea ridden mutt, befer I slice that slime tongue right out yer maw!" Alissa cut him off.
Rawley pins his ears back and whines, shrinking down.
"I am doing my duty, Captain." Ana stared up at the woman, unmoved. "When the Admiral is unwell or doing something that endangers us all, it's my job to make sure he stops. I may hate his fiancee, but I have not done anything against that man this entire time. In fact, I keep having to save his fiancees ass as much as his."
"It isn't yer place to decide that. Ya ain't his keeper. Ya did wrong by not bringing him- where's their fucking address so I can gather the howlers and go get the poor lad now. Don't ya ever split up a damn family again. From what ya've been tellin' me, he's awful, but that ain't no reason to drive a wedge between 'em. It ain't yer damn place. Lay another damn hand on the admiral befer I get back and I'm taking it- ya hear me?" Alissa glared.
Rawley was busy cowering.
"Alissa." Ana's tone became dark, "Do you forget the last time? We both know who his family is. Do you think I'd take such actions without that in mind? That 'man' is hurting him. He's no family." Her voice was a hiss as she refused the Captain's orders for an address.
Alissa slammed her hand into the wall right beside Ana's head. Her raspy voice turned a bit deeper, she didn't fear her darker tone. "His family is dead, Ana. Aiysha is ash. His siblings wish not to acknowledge him. He has Isabella- we are not his family. Do not forget that." She snarled, glaring more at her. "We can pretend we are all a big happy family, but at the end of the day we aren't. Ya have to let that man live his damn life n' make his own mistakes. If he wants to fuckin' marry the man and throw his life away, ya gotta let him do it. Ya can't stop him. I don't agree with everything youse'all do but I let ya do it because its yer feckin' life. Now if ya EVER tear him away from that man again without a good reason- like him nearly killin' the admiral- then we's gonna have some problems."
Lily and Isabella's voices rang out, calling out, "Ana?"
Ana was about to retort when she heard the girls, she sighs, "He takes him from Isabella.. and I will kill the man myself, Captain." She teleported the woman back to her ship with the map to the apartment. "Rawley.. You really need to learn to stop cowering.." She sighs before heading outside.
After sending the two girls off with Rivi and some minor protection, Ana went to skulk about somewhere. Her mind raging. Soon she found herself out of the small town they had build and nearing the forest. Taking to a tree, Ana began to slam her fist into it's rough bark.
"Damn bitch." Her voice snarled, "She forgets her place. I'm doing my job."
Another slam of her fist into the bark, "She may not be his family-" another punch, "but I sure am."
She continued to herself, "He claims to be my keeper.. Yet I am not his? I'm not a stupid child." Her knuckles were beginning to bleed, "That -dragon- isn't worth being around. Can't even handle who Isaars truly is. Like a child coveting a toy."
She shook her hand, letting some blood splatter on the ground before continuing to punch, "Family. His family can go to hell if they're like that damnable cousin of his. Even Aiysha was better then this lout. She's probably rolling in her grave at the hell he's in."
The tears began to sting but she continued to beat her anger out, "I'll kill him... I'll kill him if he lays a finger on Isaars.. Or even thinks to hurt Isabella."
Y̱̫͇̼͈͊̓̈́͊̐͗̀̚͠ͅǫ̖̤̪̮̣̮̾̏͒̿̐u͇̺͉̲͍̎̇̉̀̆̚͝ n̴͉̲͙̄́͗̑͑̀̕͜͢͞͡ë̸̼̦̟̹̬̠̺̞́̈́̊̉̓̎͠ế̥͉̥͕̫̆̈́̓͗͑͊͟͠d̪͎̤͓͚͆̀͊̍͐̿̐̈͢͢ ḿ̸̡̫̺͓͔̓͑́̊͋̇o̡͎̬̮͈͚̖͋̓̓̓͆͆̀̈̕͟͡r̡̼̣͙͖̤̄̓́̍̀̈̓̿͘͞e̛͉͙̬͇̳̰̤͒̽̆̈́͜͞ ṕ̡̝̤̗̪͍̔̆̃̎ͅo̴̢̨̥͚̭̳̒͐͐̂̍͊̒w̧̧̟̭̘̺̭͕̱̋̈́̃̑̿̽̕͟ě̡̝͉̯̱͚̗͗̀̏͐ȓ̡̠̖̗͕̘̰́͌͒̕͟ͅͅ t̸͕͚̗̼̙̰͚͕̹̱̒̈́͆́̂̓͗̕͘̚o̵̭͇̗̬̤̣̯͈̣̿̽̀̄́͠ s̡̭͖̘̣͓͉͚̘͔̍̽́͐̌̇̕̕͝͞t͔̣̖͔͇͙͒̅̿̓̐̚͢͞ò̴̦̮̬̳͔̘̰̯̽̆͋̚p̸̡̢̹͚͇̳͕͗͑͆͊͆̉̕͜ͅ t̢̺̼͚͕͇̜̦̰̏̾̅̾͌̈͒̚͝ȟ̸̜͓͍̺̺̜̏̏̚͠é̢̫̳͚͈̝̬̆̂̃̏͘͠m̴̢̱̖̼͓͆̎̀̎̆̿͑͟͠ͅ.̧̮̟̤̲͓̜͉̜̅̒́̀͆͑̈́͊̽̑
Ana shook the thoughts from her head, "Power is dangerous.. Terran told me that."
T̢̢̞̠͔͍̈̈́̈̈́̄̚ḩ̜̬̰̩̱̜͋̿̓̀̈́̿͋͡e̴̢̤̠̦̗̾̈̓̊͌̅͛y̘͙̹̜̦͂͋̈́̔̓ͅ'̜̭̞̹͔̎̐̅̆͘ļ̸̨͎̟̟̘̲̠͚̄̂̿̈́́̇̒ĺ̴͔̻͎͓̜̭̤͒̀͆͒̏̍͜ b̴̨̬͚̬͈̬̰̞̹̭̊̅̀̃̓̅͐͋̏͂e̴̢͎͉̜̞͛̓̍̅̓̍ t̴̮͚̯̜͈͕̭̤̖̃̈͒͂̊̕̕͟ą̶̳̯͙͂̋̈́́̅́́̚̚ͅk̠̞̝̹͉͐͗̍̒̕͡ẻ̸̢͉̪̟̣̙͎̓̅̇̽͜͠n̶͍̮̥̖̫̫̩̞̞̙̈́̀̏̑͘̚͡͞͝͞ f̢̤̥͙̓͗̆͛̂̅̅͜͜͠r̶̢̧̩̞̩̣͙̼̗̝̍̏̅̄̏͝ơ̢͙̼̰̳̲͍̯̬̟̓̾͂̀͗͝m̵̡̢̛̺̮̤̅͒̿̏͑̒͜͠͝͞ ÿ̢̺̪̣̝̘͒̿̑́̍̉̄̉͝ô̶̧͖͙͔̙̣̂̊͑̊͒̔͜u͙͚̞̭̠͂́̉̕͟͡.̡̛͎̗̯͕͂̐̄̆̿̂̅̕͞ͅ.̴̡̞͚͙̪̰͚̳̀̄̉͐̀̀̾͡͝ͅ J̧̝͔̱̳̥̝̤̆́͋̋́͂͘͞ͅu̥̟̪̯͇͕̪̎̆̅̿͊̚s̢̛̺͍͕͚͚̞̠̫̻̽̓̏́̊̋͘ṱ̶̡̮̰̠͚̭̘̔́̃̄̍ ḽ̡̻̦̲̬͙̺̩̏̒͛̑̆͘͟i̢̫͇̪͈̜̿̌̔̈̎͡ķ̸͕̝͖͖̱̘̼̲̀̑̐̕͞͝͝ȩ̷̦͚̞̜̻̓͛̽̓͐͒̔̌̚͝ y̷̨̧̥͈̖͚̤͐̆͂͌̋̐̏o̡̱̙̪̜̯̓̋̀̉̿̂͊̚͟͡ü̯͕͇̝͌͐͐͟͝ŗ͕̥̭̩̲̟͔̗̠̌̓͋̔̃̎̈́̕͝ f̶̡̙̖̪̜̽̿̈́̒̕͢ả̷̩̰̯͈̺̣̦̖͌̃̒͒̈́̈́̀͝m̢͕͇͚͎͓͇̲̋́̈̅̀̌̕͢͡i̸̖̼̹͉̯̇͌́̿̚͞ͅl̸͙̱͕͖͎̜̐́̒͋͛͊͑͟ͅy̢͕̼͎̼͛͗̽̅̃͐̕͢.̛͇͙̙̻̮͎̟̲͙̀̂̀̌̚
She clenched her fists, ignoring the pain but pausing to look at the blood and shredded skin, "I'll stick to my training.. Basic arcane will be enough."
W͈̮͔̭̞̜̓̿̋͐̄i̡̝̩̜̙͚̗̔͋̍̌͋̊̌͑͜͢͡͠ͅl̵̨̛̯̜͔̥̯͇͒̈́̉́̀̊͂̋͜l̵̟̩̳͚̊̏̓̋́̊̃͟ ḭ̯̠͇͖͖̔̌͑̈́̃͒̽͠t̗̺̭̗͎̫͖̻͚̋́̓͋̂̀̉̑͌̈́ b̷̨̡̖̜̱̙̩̀̎̎̆̈̐̋̔̕̚͟ẹ̛̰̠̥̞̝͇̳̀̈́̑̎̓͞͞ ţ͖̦̖̈́͑̒̇̇͜͞͝h̸̺̻̺̲̼͉͍̣͈̏̅͂̑͂͌̃̓̂͝ò̶̮̮̙̳̬̓̉̆̽̆͊̚ų̶͚͓͇̯͚͙͓̈́̊͂̔̔͟ͅg̴̝̜͉͇̦͔̭̓͂́̂́͌̕̕͞ͅh̰̞̦̘͇̦̾̑̃̐̓͟?͇͖̗̩̝͔̈́̍͒̿̏́̈͂
She felt a growl build in her throat, shaking her head, "I'm just tired. I don't need to listen to voices."
Y̵̬̗̜̟͒̅̿͌͒͟o̟̰̖̹̤͛́̌̈̒̓̋͊͐͜͡u̦̘̳̝̪̩͎̓́̂̈́̐̊͠ h̨̛͉͈̙̩̘̀̄̿͋͝a̸̛͔͇̘̦̿̓̎̓̕͢͜v̡̡̛̦̱̪̖̳̑̏͛̂̿̽́ͅȩ̩̙͈̪̔̃̂́͛̆̿͜͞͝ h̴̯͎̦̲͈̻̰͗̏̾̔̽͘͢i̻̟̻̝͍͇͓̙̾̀̒͊͋͒̕ş̧͇̟͚͎̖͕͐͒̅̎͗͋̓͋̔͝ t̴̯͈̘̹͖͊̄͗̆̏͊̐͘̕͝ǫ̵̡̛̜̮̽̈́̎̂̈̍̚͠ͅm̪̯̝̫͚͐͆͒͆̀̎̅̀͟ͅe̼͔̣̝͉̗͙̗̖̯̐̅̂̑̔̀̋͝͠͡.̨̖̮͙̭̽́̇̈́̒ Y͍̼̫̼̙̌̋̐̈́̇̓̚͡o̷͉̘̥̫̬͔̫͔̾̍͂̈́͋̀̓͛͜͜͞ư̴̢̝͖̩̦̜̘̼̮̻͊̉̔́́ ḫ̷̨̤̲̙̱̿̅͌͌́͜͝ͅa̶̧̛͚͓͖̙̻̯̐̆̾̃̍̃̚̕͡v̸̡̱͎̹̪͋̊́̈́̈́͑̌͘e̛̠͉̖̥̩̩̭̓̾́̏̏̌̒̔͟͝ ą̝͉̻̥͋̓́͗͌̓̚͞ͅl̶̞͎̳̻͔͓̯͓͓̀̀͂̀̎̈̉̕̕͝l̷̥̟̹̳̤͈̙̔̅͑̀̅͟͡͠ t̨̥̳̠̫̫̫̩̑̏̉̾̃̅̀͗̀̚h̶̢̬̪͔̖̀͛͐̅͊͗̋̈́̆ͅe͖͇̱̟̳͊͒͋̈́̎̏́̈͝͞i̡̗͓̥̜̟̦͆̓̏̏͌̓̅͗̍r̷͕̦͇̳̙͓̮̫̙̒̈́͌͌̃̄̂̇͛ ẗ̛̟͓̘͍͍̍̎͂̽̉͘͜o̘̭͔͖̟̽̓͛̅͝m̸̲̩̱͈̠͓̯̐̽̀̄͑͆̓̕̕e̴̡̢̢͍̳̩͎̩̳̎́̐̍̂̊̀̋͜͠s͈̩̙̘̹̥̻̤̾̍͂̄̉̌̓̌̒̀.̶̧͓̞̹̙̗͚͋̊̽̋͆̑̕͠͠ Y̷̨̛͕͇̺̳̦̗̽̾͋̈́͐͟o̶͍͕̳̟̻̤̭͒̐͐́̅͑͡͞ư͇̖͓̝̮̬̪̬̄͒̒̑̊̃̚͜ c̵̨͍͎̰̝̗̬̭̈́̔͒̂̒̕͡á͍͙͕̖͉̩͋̉́̕͜͢n̶̡͎̗̤͎͚̄̽̃̆͡ b̶̼̫͍̭̮̈̃̎͌̓̕̕̕͠ẻ̷͎̖̲̘̘̯̞͕̗̑̿͒̎̿͊̑͞ͅc̶͉͚̞̲͎̪̭̀͗͛̾͐̄̐͢ṏ̸̹̥̻̟̣̪̗́́́̒͡m̨̼̳̟̯̞̫̟̗͂̄̅̆͡e̶̺̫̦̹͖̰̭͍̱̒̒̓͌̐͘͜͡ s̨̧̛̖̳̣͒̂̏̓̂̽̅o͖̱͚̳̩̳̺̯̳͗͛͌͂̎́̊̆̒̀m̶̻͓̝͓͕̒̔̌͒̾͌̂͘̚͜ȩ̳̬̦̠̔̌̑̀͂̆̂̓ṯ̵̱̤̮͖̰̐̅̅͒̉͛̉͗͞ͅh̙̖͚͎̩̟́̐̒̎̍͌̀͢͢͞͡i̡̮͇͉̱̭͙͍͈͒̃͆͆̆͛̀̚̕͜n̶̨͓̞̥͎̙̳͍͈̍̉̈́̌͊́́͠ĝ͙̬̙͇̥͚̫͙́͌̓̑͂͆̕ t̶͙̥̪̳̞̙̤͉̹͈̆̀͑́͞ǫ͙̠̰̗̤̪̿͑͌̅̚ b̴̮̪̞̼̗̩̩̘̗̏͂͑̒̚͢͠e̵̢̥̝̖̫̖̘̪̹͌̓̈̀͑̎͝ͅ f̨̛̮̣̮̝̬͕͚̠̽̿̆̑̄́̍͊̚ę̸̛̜̼̙̝̟̘̪͎̌̋́̇̚a̟͔͈̣͙̤͙̜̒̈́̇͑̇̔̊͟r̵̨̼̥͕̹̰̫̗̲͆͒̏͗̀͂͗̓͝ͅę̷̰̪̜͍̟͔̫̙̅̓̈̌̃̇̚͟͞͞͝d̼͙̩͕̻̥̂͛̍̏̊͝͝.̶̲̜̻̲͙̗͋̂͌̎͆͊̓ N̢͚͓̘͓̝̝̅͛̌͆̌̇̀̌͜͠͞ợ̫̞͓͓̹̮̐͒̄̅͋̑́̕͢ͅ o̷̩͉͓̭͓̜̤̮͐̔͑̋͊̄̀̌̈̕ń̴̢̰͚̳̥̽̀͘͝͡ȩ̙͚̗̬̻̠̔͊̽͊̓̇͋͟ ẇ̵̡̛̥̬͈͛͋́͟i̸̧̜̞̘̹̹͗̍̎͑̒͌͟͝͞ͅḷ̯͉͙̦̦͌̅̈́̓̎͡l̡̧͓̯̥̙̺̏̓͆͆͊̉̓̿̕
ṱ̶̛̠̠̝͇̳̝͉̤̉́͘̕a͉̘̘̘̦̟̒̏̑́̊͊̕̚͘͟͠ḱ̬̠̭͓̹͚̯͓̫̑̋́̅̒̂́̕͟͝ḛ̵͔̲͎̩̩̳̍͒̌͒̈̏̚͘͢ ţ̼̤̗̞̤͔̮̳̒̔͊̔̀̓̾͝h̶̭̰̼͎̽͛̎̅́́͗̈́̉͟ͅè̷͉͈̳̮̫̯͇͖̎́̾͘͜͞ͅm̶̰̖̤͓͈̭͐̂́̂̽̿͘̕ t̹̖̘̼̩̝̣͛̓̈͊͂̾̌̃͒h̡̰̪̲̼̿͌͑͐̆͛̾͘ę̠͇̻̳̟̲̤̔̀̄͂̅͌̅̋̓͘ǹ̵̡̛̹̝̫͚̱̖̫̱͐͆̎̊̽̓̾͢.̴̨̡̛̗̬̜̞͚͇̓̊͛̅͗̃̚͟͞͡
She took pause, biting her lower lip, "I promised..." Her mind was already thinking ten steps ahead.
Soon she summoned Nabarius's tome, flipping to a page on how to leech life to heal herself. She turned her gaze to a near by critter. She read and reread before holding her hand out towards the creature, slowly beginning to drain. The wounds on her knuckles began to heal and she felt a surge.
S̨̠͉̬̪͙̯͈̙̠̅̍̿̓̀͑͐̌͘͞e̸̛̖̭̼̤̞͓͙̥̜̅̐̋͘ĕ̤̠̠̱̪̭͔̗͕̺̑̌̀͆̚͘͠͠?̸̢̻̹̟̼̠͖̪͎̰̔̏̈̕͠ Y̢̪̩͔̬͕͈̯̞̭̒̃͂̽̚͘o̢̨̹̗̭͔͕̺͒͒͆̈́̂͟͜͡͝͝u̫̣̜̳̰͕̥͛͑̊̓́̕͠͞ h̴͈̪̼̪̪̓͊̈̓͌a̝͕̹̼̩͈͙̦̫̜̾̓͆̓̾̕͡͠ṿ̝̻̞͚̓̓͑͗̍̑́͘̚ȩ̘̬͓̬̺̪̠͚̾͒̊̿̈́̍̀͘ k̴̠̥͓̲͉̱͌̈́̌̓̚̚̕͞͠͠ņ̨̢̹̻̹͈͋͐͒̔͐͌̉͜͡o̫̞̻̹͚̓̒̅͌͆̐̕ͅw̴̡̯̩̲̼͂̽̾̋̅̕͢ĺ̢̧̧̳̲̰̫̬̹̋̊͌͑̚ȩ̷̛̹͙͓͇͚͈͓̃͒̾̃̕͠ͅd̴̳̜̙̪͆͌͆͆̈̀ͅģ̷̛̗͖̗͚̙̍̽͐̂͌̍͑̽͘ë̶̡̛̖̟͙̻͓̠͋̂̏̈̋̏̐͗ t̶̛̺̬͕̠̞͔̓͊̀̽̉̂̂͒h̶̢͉̙̱͈̻͔̟̻̻̑͆͊͊̏͐̆͛͝͞a̸̰̝̳͉̙̲̽̊͆̅͑̀̾͋̍̒t̨͚̙͍̖̯̑̓͆̒̃͟͟ ŵ̤̗̣̰̝͖͒̈͆̏̑͡i̧̖̪̟̱̰̭͚̾̈̏̚͡l̴̠̙̘̰̬͖̪̆̆̄̒̆͒̚̕͠ĺ̶̨̢͈͚̻̝̟͕͇̋͑̏́̒ͅ k̨̲͎̝̤̠̎̈̋̎͒̊͗͟e̢̞̟̹̬̅̾̀̽̔̿͑̒͡͠ę̷͓̰̆͐̔̎̂̃͊́͟͢͝ͅp̸̨͙̙͍̦̗̝̩̂̉̆̃͢͡͠ͅ e̫͙̰̣̤̻̞̖̪͋̈́̓̈͝v̛̤͍̰̠̲̣͂̍̍̉͘͝é̹͙̮̳́̔̀͆̐͟͝r̡͇͎̩̀̾̐̎͢͝͠ý̛̦̯͇̠̟̹̩͐̒̈́̔̇̕͜ó̶̭̙̰̤͉̥̀̌͛̉̍̕͠n̺̻̲̺͉͙̠̤̓́̓̀͊̍͜͢͞͠ę̣̮̹̙̄͊̒̂̅̀͑̉̚͘͢ c̸̰͖̥̠̖̻̆͛̄̅͞l̷̡̛̠̜̭͈̗̹̆̋̿͋͞͞ơ̢̮̯͚̰̫̋̎̈́̐̊͂̕͝ş̰̼̘͇̗̞͖̊̿̎͋͗͞ë̷̠̫̝̙̗͈̟̩͋̊̉́̅̕͡.̺̫͉̙̹͉͕̥͆̄̐̂́͒̍̿͟
She slammed the tome shut, staring at the dead critter before dismissing the tome.
"No." She told herself, shaking her head. "Terran told me not to harm. So I won't. This-.. This is just something eating at me. I'll figure something else out to get rid of any threats."
She felt her arms shaking, biting her lip hard again before quickly retreating back into town. Do not let the shadows win.
Tangled Heart
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(Quick Note: I'm sure one of you dicks is gonna read the titles and comment about the overuse of the word Broken or Tangled. This is the point. It is a meme. NowTerran shut up.)
Ana stared up at the ceiling of her room. Mind wandering through all that had happened as she had begun activating her plans. She was now blood bound to Ivan. Terran had decided she was now his daughter. Lily and her decided to bond over candle and incense making. Seth had held her and told her he wanted to stay with everyone on the ship. She didn't know what to do. Even Moon had tried to calm her when he joined when she had started to finally feel the emotions and pain she had been through. Even now, he was sleeping as a cat beside her. She felt the last eight years of suppressed emotions finally trying to break out.
Slipping out of bed and heading up to the deck, she was hit with the soft heat of summer winds by the sea. I don't have to be alone. I don't have to rely on Isaars to protect me forever. Her lips began to tremble, moving to climb over the edge of the ship and down onto the figurehead so she could sit and think in peace.
I can't leave. This is home. What do I do?
She moved a hand over her chest, over her heart as she closed her eyes. You're in love with him. She tightened her closed eyes, feeling tears beginning to bud. It doesn't matter, it was never going to be. He has Sarian.. and before him, he had Aiysha. I'm just the stupid little girl he picked up in Westfall who was delusional to think he'd care that way. Stop trying to love. She clutched her fist, gripping the cloth of her robe. A second choice. A tool to get over his feelings, just like the whiskey he drinks. No matter what trouble I give him, he won't give a second glance. I could vanish and he wouldn't go looking. The tears had begun to overflow as she couldn't stop herself from sobbing. Why would anyone love you? You're just an insignificant human. By the time anyone learns your name, you'll be dead. You can't contribute to learning. Can't contribute to anything that would benefit anyone. A waste of space. They're all just pitying you to ease your conscious. Her hands gripped the sides of her head, curling in on herself as she sobbed.
"Ana?" She felt her breath catch at the sound of someone saying her name.
Glancing up, she blinked away her tears. Looking down over the railing was Collins. His shaggy mess of brown hair nearly framing his copper face.
Wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm, "Yes Collins?"
"Ana what's the matter? You never cry." The man remarked, still leaning over the wood as if to inspect her for injury.
"Heh.. It's nothing.. Just-.. Just dumb nightmares.." Ana remarked, hugging her knees close to her chest.
"Nightmares? Should I get you some more meds for that?" Collins raised a brow, his tone holding a hint of doubt.
"No.. Just things I gotta work through on my own." Ana tried to smile reassuringly.
"Alright.. You know you're safe and loved right?" Collins spoke calmly, "You'll be fine. The world will keep turning."
"Thanks Collins. Think I'ma stay out here a bit. I'll see you and Kyn in the morning for check up as normal." Ana leaned her head against the wood of the ship.
"See you then, Kiddo." Collins disappeared from her view.
(Quick Note: I'm sure one of you dicks is gonna read the titles and comment about the overuse of the word Broken or Tangled. This is the point. It is a meme. Now
Ana stared up at the ceiling of her room. Mind wandering through all that had happened as she had begun activating her plans. She was now blood bound to Ivan. Terran had decided she was now his daughter. Lily and her decided to bond over candle and incense making. Seth had held her and told her he wanted to stay with everyone on the ship. She didn't know what to do. Even Moon had tried to calm her when he joined when she had started to finally feel the emotions and pain she had been through. Even now, he was sleeping as a cat beside her. She felt the last eight years of suppressed emotions finally trying to break out.
Slipping out of bed and heading up to the deck, she was hit with the soft heat of summer winds by the sea. I don't have to be alone. I don't have to rely on Isaars to protect me forever. Her lips began to tremble, moving to climb over the edge of the ship and down onto the figurehead so she could sit and think in peace.
I can't leave. This is home. What do I do?
She moved a hand over her chest, over her heart as she closed her eyes. You're in love with him. She tightened her closed eyes, feeling tears beginning to bud. It doesn't matter, it was never going to be. He has Sarian.. and before him, he had Aiysha. I'm just the stupid little girl he picked up in Westfall who was delusional to think he'd care that way. Stop trying to love. She clutched her fist, gripping the cloth of her robe. A second choice. A tool to get over his feelings, just like the whiskey he drinks. No matter what trouble I give him, he won't give a second glance. I could vanish and he wouldn't go looking. The tears had begun to overflow as she couldn't stop herself from sobbing. Why would anyone love you? You're just an insignificant human. By the time anyone learns your name, you'll be dead. You can't contribute to learning. Can't contribute to anything that would benefit anyone. A waste of space. They're all just pitying you to ease your conscious. Her hands gripped the sides of her head, curling in on herself as she sobbed.
"Ana?" She felt her breath catch at the sound of someone saying her name.
Glancing up, she blinked away her tears. Looking down over the railing was Collins. His shaggy mess of brown hair nearly framing his copper face.
Wiping her eyes with the heel of her palm, "Yes Collins?"
"Ana what's the matter? You never cry." The man remarked, still leaning over the wood as if to inspect her for injury.
"Heh.. It's nothing.. Just-.. Just dumb nightmares.." Ana remarked, hugging her knees close to her chest.
"Nightmares? Should I get you some more meds for that?" Collins raised a brow, his tone holding a hint of doubt.
"No.. Just things I gotta work through on my own." Ana tried to smile reassuringly.
"Alright.. You know you're safe and loved right?" Collins spoke calmly, "You'll be fine. The world will keep turning."
"Thanks Collins. Think I'ma stay out here a bit. I'll see you and Kyn in the morning for check up as normal." Ana leaned her head against the wood of the ship.
"See you then, Kiddo." Collins disappeared from her view.
Broken Mirror
[Music]
"Tell the Captain I will be gone awhile." Ana had told her.
"Tell him yourself." The night elf snickered before walking off.
Ana listened closely, awaiting until the elf was long gone before sighing, "If I did it, he wouldn't let me go."
The woman stood, dusting herself off as she gave a look out into Stormwind Harbor. She had too much information presented before her to not suspect something would happen to her if she threatened to leave. Isaars had already threatened to kill her if she kept running her mouth; He had dismissed Nab's death and stated that she could do better and forget the worgen. Her feet had begun to walk out of the city, pouring over all she had learned.
Sarian's true form. That the curse was not on the ship itself but rather a person- Her Captain. The newest crewman was a killer with no hesitation to kill those he felt should die. Isaars was set on union with Sarian. That the fleet was beginning to lose touch which posed a threat to the structure and power. A mutiny was sure to come about if she didn't solve how to stop it. Change was on the wind, and it was not one that would leave her made family intact.
She stared forward on the road as she wandered through Stormwind Territories. Traveling through Elwynn as she tried to decipher anything and everything she could prepare for. That's when three things became clear to her.
1. She cannot brute strength her problems. Sarian is allowing Isaars to feel happy and as such she should not interfere. Ivan is a threat that seems to respect structure and as such she should reinsert her position to hold control.
2. Her heart is brittle and she should no longer trust it to guide her emotions. She had attempted to open it to Nabarius, only for the man to run away. He left a final wound upon it's already broken state with his death. No more will she allow it to do so.
3. Her duty to the fleet is all that will remain. Should Isaars become compromised and risk the lives of the ships.. She would be the one to strike him down. She will become the enemy, if that's what it will take to reunite the breaking allegiance.
"I am a pawn." She told herself out loud. "It's time to take my position to protect the King."
Glancing up at the path to Lakeshire, a spark arose in her gaze. "First move. Secure my life."
She quickly made her way up to the docks of Lakeshire, eyeing the guard patrols before shifting out of her clothing. She slipped into the water and out of sight. Holding her breath, she maneuvered her way under the bridge, climbing up on a small ledge of cobblestone.
"If they can't kill me, they'll have to live with me." She murmured to herself, summoning an old book she had stolen away. She began placing arcane sigils upon the pillar of the bridge, then along her arm. Carefully, she looked around before moving to summon and assemble pieces of an explosive and enchanting it.
She took some of the mana from the crystal Terran had given her, before enchanting the explosive and runes to become invisible. She then went back into the water to the dock to begin preparing the next part. As she dried off and changed into more proper looking attire, she began thinking through more problems.
"Seth and Lily. Civilians with no hope of surviving aboard. I must secure them a use and place." She muttered to herself, letting her hair down to dry as she began her way to the stable for a horse to Westfall. "Farmlands. They both know enough about farming to be able to live out there. They can provide for themselves and the front."
"Light I pray that they have yet to sell off that piece." She growled quietly as she rushed to Westfall. She had only been there the day before to look what happened to her old lands.
What else can you do? Once all of this is set.. What is the plan?
Play Chess.
She secured the deed with a hefty down payment, sending it away to be kept out of the others reach for the time being. She had begun making her way to check on the lands soil when she felt the shadows warp around her. Oh no. Time's Up. She stumbled and nearly fell as she came out of the summoning ritual.
"Why did you bring me back here?" Ana stared down Isabella.
"Dad told me to bring you here." The girl said sweetly.
"And if I am to leave?" Ana glanced towards the dock.
"To bring you back." Isabel answered, somewhat amused.
Ana sighed, running a hand through her hair. Time for her captivity for a bit.
Later that night...
"If you leave this crew.. Then that means I won't be breaking rules if I kill you." Ivan stated as he loomed over the woman.
"Try it. You think I'm not prepared to die? That I don't expect it? Kill me and a bomb will go off.. And the message left there will point back to this ship." Ana stated, hands on her hips.
Your move, Ivan.
"Tell the Captain I will be gone awhile." Ana had told her.
"Tell him yourself." The night elf snickered before walking off.
Ana listened closely, awaiting until the elf was long gone before sighing, "If I did it, he wouldn't let me go."
The woman stood, dusting herself off as she gave a look out into Stormwind Harbor. She had too much information presented before her to not suspect something would happen to her if she threatened to leave. Isaars had already threatened to kill her if she kept running her mouth; He had dismissed Nab's death and stated that she could do better and forget the worgen. Her feet had begun to walk out of the city, pouring over all she had learned.
Sarian's true form. That the curse was not on the ship itself but rather a person- Her Captain. The newest crewman was a killer with no hesitation to kill those he felt should die. Isaars was set on union with Sarian. That the fleet was beginning to lose touch which posed a threat to the structure and power. A mutiny was sure to come about if she didn't solve how to stop it. Change was on the wind, and it was not one that would leave her made family intact.
She stared forward on the road as she wandered through Stormwind Territories. Traveling through Elwynn as she tried to decipher anything and everything she could prepare for. That's when three things became clear to her.
1. She cannot brute strength her problems. Sarian is allowing Isaars to feel happy and as such she should not interfere. Ivan is a threat that seems to respect structure and as such she should reinsert her position to hold control.
2. Her heart is brittle and she should no longer trust it to guide her emotions. She had attempted to open it to Nabarius, only for the man to run away. He left a final wound upon it's already broken state with his death. No more will she allow it to do so.
3. Her duty to the fleet is all that will remain. Should Isaars become compromised and risk the lives of the ships.. She would be the one to strike him down. She will become the enemy, if that's what it will take to reunite the breaking allegiance.
"I am a pawn." She told herself out loud. "It's time to take my position to protect the King."
Glancing up at the path to Lakeshire, a spark arose in her gaze. "First move. Secure my life."
She quickly made her way up to the docks of Lakeshire, eyeing the guard patrols before shifting out of her clothing. She slipped into the water and out of sight. Holding her breath, she maneuvered her way under the bridge, climbing up on a small ledge of cobblestone.
"If they can't kill me, they'll have to live with me." She murmured to herself, summoning an old book she had stolen away. She began placing arcane sigils upon the pillar of the bridge, then along her arm. Carefully, she looked around before moving to summon and assemble pieces of an explosive and enchanting it.
She took some of the mana from the crystal Terran had given her, before enchanting the explosive and runes to become invisible. She then went back into the water to the dock to begin preparing the next part. As she dried off and changed into more proper looking attire, she began thinking through more problems.
"Seth and Lily. Civilians with no hope of surviving aboard. I must secure them a use and place." She muttered to herself, letting her hair down to dry as she began her way to the stable for a horse to Westfall. "Farmlands. They both know enough about farming to be able to live out there. They can provide for themselves and the front."
"Light I pray that they have yet to sell off that piece." She growled quietly as she rushed to Westfall. She had only been there the day before to look what happened to her old lands.
What else can you do? Once all of this is set.. What is the plan?
Play Chess.
She secured the deed with a hefty down payment, sending it away to be kept out of the others reach for the time being. She had begun making her way to check on the lands soil when she felt the shadows warp around her. Oh no. Time's Up. She stumbled and nearly fell as she came out of the summoning ritual.
"Why did you bring me back here?" Ana stared down Isabella.
"Dad told me to bring you here." The girl said sweetly.
"And if I am to leave?" Ana glanced towards the dock.
"To bring you back." Isabel answered, somewhat amused.
Ana sighed, running a hand through her hair. Time for her captivity for a bit.
Later that night...
"If you leave this crew.. Then that means I won't be breaking rules if I kill you." Ivan stated as he loomed over the woman.
"Try it. You think I'm not prepared to die? That I don't expect it? Kill me and a bomb will go off.. And the message left there will point back to this ship." Ana stated, hands on her hips.
Your move, Ivan.
Thursday, August 8, 2019
Broken Glass (Trigger Warning: Rape)
Four years had passed since her rescue. Adriana had stuck by Isaars side, using what little skills she had to aid him. Usually she would mend his armor or tend to his animal companions. She had met the men he had rebelled with. A dwarf named Rooze, a human man named Collins, and a night elven man named Kyn'las. Rooze spent his off time trying to teach the feeble girl how to wield a blade. Collins, only a bit older then Isaars, had taught her to identify herbs and what they did. Kyn'las, otherwise known as Lassie, had taught her how to handle animals and tend to their injuries. Slowly their tiny band of misfits had grown, and together- along with the mother of Isaars daughter, they had gotten a ship for sailing. Many men and women had slowly banded with the group.
One man, named Jeremiah, had been a recent addition. Only a year aboard. Ana was sixteen upon his first attempt to court her. The man himself being four years her older. She had agreed, and on her seventeenth birthday was when flames turned cold.
The usual birthday celebration had gone on. The boys had docked, taken her out to go window shopping and gotten her new books to read. Once back aboard, most of the men had taken to playing their usual games. Jeremiah, or then known Jay, had wandered into Ana's tiny room aboard the ship. Thinking it was like any other time, where he had come to just chat or complain, the girl had been taken off guard when he suddenly grabbed her face and forcefully kissed her. This sudden aggression had left her confused as she tried to reel back from it, knocking down her books off the nightstand. He had taken to shoving her on the bed. She began to try and shove him off, causing the kiss to be broken.
"What are you doing?!" She asked in distress.
His hands moved to pin hers to the bed. "Giving you a coming of age present."
"No! Stop!" She tried to break his grasp, his lips silencing her protests.
She felt him manipulate her hands so he could hold them with one wrist. Tears burning her eyes as she struggled. Soon she heard a familiar growl and her body free as her eyes opened to see Isaars slamming the guy into the wall. Her mind was numb as she felt Caoi's jacket slump over her shoulders while Isaars dragged the man out of her room. She hadn't realized she was shaking. She didn't know what had happened to Jay, and nor did she intend to find out. After an hour, Isaars, Rooze, and Kyn had come by. Kyn giving her an herbal tea to drink to ensure nothing permanent would happen. Rooze checked the bruises he had left on her wrists. Isaars glaring at the door while holding the girl close. The four men took turns staying by her side throughout the next week. Her mind and heart having closed itself off, behind iron doors.
No Love.
No Relationships.
And she would be stuck with that mindset for the next eight years.
One man, named Jeremiah, had been a recent addition. Only a year aboard. Ana was sixteen upon his first attempt to court her. The man himself being four years her older. She had agreed, and on her seventeenth birthday was when flames turned cold.
The usual birthday celebration had gone on. The boys had docked, taken her out to go window shopping and gotten her new books to read. Once back aboard, most of the men had taken to playing their usual games. Jeremiah, or then known Jay, had wandered into Ana's tiny room aboard the ship. Thinking it was like any other time, where he had come to just chat or complain, the girl had been taken off guard when he suddenly grabbed her face and forcefully kissed her. This sudden aggression had left her confused as she tried to reel back from it, knocking down her books off the nightstand. He had taken to shoving her on the bed. She began to try and shove him off, causing the kiss to be broken.
"What are you doing?!" She asked in distress.
His hands moved to pin hers to the bed. "Giving you a coming of age present."
"No! Stop!" She tried to break his grasp, his lips silencing her protests.
She felt him manipulate her hands so he could hold them with one wrist. Tears burning her eyes as she struggled. Soon she heard a familiar growl and her body free as her eyes opened to see Isaars slamming the guy into the wall. Her mind was numb as she felt Caoi's jacket slump over her shoulders while Isaars dragged the man out of her room. She hadn't realized she was shaking. She didn't know what had happened to Jay, and nor did she intend to find out. After an hour, Isaars, Rooze, and Kyn had come by. Kyn giving her an herbal tea to drink to ensure nothing permanent would happen. Rooze checked the bruises he had left on her wrists. Isaars glaring at the door while holding the girl close. The four men took turns staying by her side throughout the next week. Her mind and heart having closed itself off, behind iron doors.
No Love.
No Relationships.
And she would be stuck with that mindset for the next eight years.
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Tangled Fates
[Song Inspo 1 and 2]
The land of Westfall was one of toil and trouble. The Defias were running amok and there was rumors of the dead rising in the north. The land was still recovering from the orcs that had plagued it years prior, and as such, fields were struggling to yield the needed crops to survive. The Emsworth were some of the unfortunate ones located near the Dagger Hills, of which the Defias Brotherhood liked to reside. They had often had run ins, though had always found a way to pay the bandits to leave them alive and alone. This year however, with the starting war and drought, they barely had gathered enough crops for food and money, and unable to pay the bandits they knew would come knocking. Robert Emsworth had taken their wagon and horses into town, to both sell what they could and in hopes of seeking guards aid to help stop the bandits.
At home, Melissa, the young pregnant wife of Robert, had begun to prepare lunch for her small growing family. Jacob and William being already up and busy tending the fields and animals, while the youngest- Adriana- was busy sewing to fix her brother's clothing. None were prepared for what that day would bring.
"Is Papa gonna be back soon?" Adriana asked aloud, glancing up from the table to peer at her mother.
"Yes, I'm sure he will be." Melissa answered without looking to the girl, gazing out the kitchen window.
Soon dust began to kick up on the path leading to their small home. Jacob and William quickly came inside, with Jacob grabbing his young sister and beginning to usher her elsewhere. As she was pushed out of the room, she noted William reaching for the sword on the wall.
"J-.. Jacob what's happening?" Ana asked, the girl's hazel eyes peering up at her older brother as he carefully put her in the tornado bunker.
"Stay here. Don't make a sound. Bandits are here and you need to stay safe." Jacob tried to quiet her, before moving to close the bunker doors.
Ana felt her heart racing and panic setting in. Glancing around, she went to hide behind one of the barrels and stare in terror at the door. Why hadn't their mother been brought down as well? Every small sound she could hear left her on edge. Soon the sound of screaming and sword clashing could be heard faintly. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck and her heart began to sink.
Soon the door began to open, and she started to stand, only to freeze when she saw it wasn't her brothers who had come to get her. Soon the black masked men had grabbed her by her hair, causing her to scream in pain as she tried to struggle out of their grips as they yanked her up the steps and outside.
"Quit yer screamin' before I give ya' reason to scream!" One man growled angrily.
Despite his words, the girl continued to scream as they dragged her by her hair. She felt their grip loosen as she fell to the ground from being thrown. She brought her hand to her head, eyes shut tightly a moment as she reeled from pain. She heard metal clashing which caused her eyes to shoot open in fear.
The two men who had dragged her from her home, were now fighting a boy just a bit older then herself. The boy had blood dripping from his forehead and sides, leaving her questioning how he was standing. He pulled a flintlock from his waist and shot one bandit to the ground while his sword fought with the other. He was wobbling and getting pushed back. Ana's gaze shot around, noticing her home ablaze and blood in the fields before looking to the fallen bandit. She pushed herself up and grabbed the man's sword. She looked to the bandit and boy and saw the boy fall to the ground as his sword was held up to stop a strike. She felt her tears sting her eyes as she lunged and plunged the blade in the bandit.
Flames roared near by and the scent of blood and ash was all that she could register as she dropped the blade and her hands trembled. Her ragged gown now stained from blood and dirt and her mind began shutting down. She looked at the boy and quickly fell to her knees at his side, feeling the surge of panic. She tore her robe and began wrapping it around his wounds to slow the bleeding as he began to sit up, stabbing his sword into the dirt.
Finally a small handful of militia arrived, composed of the men of the near by farms. The thirteen year old and sixteen year old sitting there soaked in mud and blood. The girl was crying and the boy was holding her close and trying to calm her despite his pale complexion.
The men took the two back to Sentinel Hill to be tended while they searched for the girl's family. No survivors found, leaving the poor girl an orphan and without a home. The boy took her by the hand, and then they vanished while the men were gone. No one was sure where they had gone after that day.
The land of Westfall was one of toil and trouble. The Defias were running amok and there was rumors of the dead rising in the north. The land was still recovering from the orcs that had plagued it years prior, and as such, fields were struggling to yield the needed crops to survive. The Emsworth were some of the unfortunate ones located near the Dagger Hills, of which the Defias Brotherhood liked to reside. They had often had run ins, though had always found a way to pay the bandits to leave them alive and alone. This year however, with the starting war and drought, they barely had gathered enough crops for food and money, and unable to pay the bandits they knew would come knocking. Robert Emsworth had taken their wagon and horses into town, to both sell what they could and in hopes of seeking guards aid to help stop the bandits.
At home, Melissa, the young pregnant wife of Robert, had begun to prepare lunch for her small growing family. Jacob and William being already up and busy tending the fields and animals, while the youngest- Adriana- was busy sewing to fix her brother's clothing. None were prepared for what that day would bring.
"Is Papa gonna be back soon?" Adriana asked aloud, glancing up from the table to peer at her mother.
"Yes, I'm sure he will be." Melissa answered without looking to the girl, gazing out the kitchen window.
Soon dust began to kick up on the path leading to their small home. Jacob and William quickly came inside, with Jacob grabbing his young sister and beginning to usher her elsewhere. As she was pushed out of the room, she noted William reaching for the sword on the wall.
"J-.. Jacob what's happening?" Ana asked, the girl's hazel eyes peering up at her older brother as he carefully put her in the tornado bunker.
"Stay here. Don't make a sound. Bandits are here and you need to stay safe." Jacob tried to quiet her, before moving to close the bunker doors.
Ana felt her heart racing and panic setting in. Glancing around, she went to hide behind one of the barrels and stare in terror at the door. Why hadn't their mother been brought down as well? Every small sound she could hear left her on edge. Soon the sound of screaming and sword clashing could be heard faintly. The hairs stood up on the back of her neck and her heart began to sink.
Soon the door began to open, and she started to stand, only to freeze when she saw it wasn't her brothers who had come to get her. Soon the black masked men had grabbed her by her hair, causing her to scream in pain as she tried to struggle out of their grips as they yanked her up the steps and outside.
"Quit yer screamin' before I give ya' reason to scream!" One man growled angrily.
Despite his words, the girl continued to scream as they dragged her by her hair. She felt their grip loosen as she fell to the ground from being thrown. She brought her hand to her head, eyes shut tightly a moment as she reeled from pain. She heard metal clashing which caused her eyes to shoot open in fear.
The two men who had dragged her from her home, were now fighting a boy just a bit older then herself. The boy had blood dripping from his forehead and sides, leaving her questioning how he was standing. He pulled a flintlock from his waist and shot one bandit to the ground while his sword fought with the other. He was wobbling and getting pushed back. Ana's gaze shot around, noticing her home ablaze and blood in the fields before looking to the fallen bandit. She pushed herself up and grabbed the man's sword. She looked to the bandit and boy and saw the boy fall to the ground as his sword was held up to stop a strike. She felt her tears sting her eyes as she lunged and plunged the blade in the bandit.
Flames roared near by and the scent of blood and ash was all that she could register as she dropped the blade and her hands trembled. Her ragged gown now stained from blood and dirt and her mind began shutting down. She looked at the boy and quickly fell to her knees at his side, feeling the surge of panic. She tore her robe and began wrapping it around his wounds to slow the bleeding as he began to sit up, stabbing his sword into the dirt.
Finally a small handful of militia arrived, composed of the men of the near by farms. The thirteen year old and sixteen year old sitting there soaked in mud and blood. The girl was crying and the boy was holding her close and trying to calm her despite his pale complexion.
The men took the two back to Sentinel Hill to be tended while they searched for the girl's family. No survivors found, leaving the poor girl an orphan and without a home. The boy took her by the hand, and then they vanished while the men were gone. No one was sure where they had gone after that day.
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