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Zrishra: Yatra?? What’s going on?
Suddenly, darkness subsides, and the both of them are in a new area. An octagonal room, full of plants and windows. Looking out the windows reveals that they’re actually thousands of feet in the air. The bird turns around, looking shocked, and then excited.
Bird: Yatra!! I missed you so much!
Is this the Sunnukhan she mentioned? This only raised more questions for Zrishra. Questions that she will ignore for now, and probably forget.
The Sunnukhan jumps out of their chair and gives Yatra a massive hug. They had large wings for hand, a row of spikes around their neck and bags under their eyes.
Bird: Darling, it’s been so long~!!! Don’t make me worry like that… Yatra: Hey I missed you too, Lucille. Be careful though you might crush my spine… Lucille: Oh uh, sorry about that…
Lucille let’s Yatra go before breaking any ribs.
Yatra: I’ve just been busy with my job an- Lucille: YOU GOT A JOB??? I’m so sorry sweetie that’s horrible! Yatra: Yea well, it’s either that or homelessness so… Lucille: Who’s this? Friend of yours? Yatra: Oh yea! That’s my friend. I actually brought her here to see you. She needs some help with things. Lucille: Hmmmm…
Lucille checks over Zrishra, looking her up and down, staring deeply and analytically at her.
Lucille: Well, what’s your name then, sweetheart? Zrishra: It’s… Uh, it’s… ||||||-
Lucille interrupts Zrishra, sounding very serious: Your real name, darling.
Zrishra: Oh… I… It’s Zrishra… S-sorry… Lucille: Zrishra, huh? That’s a Dravian name is it not?
Zrishra nods.
Lucille: A very pretty one too. My name is Lucille, by the way. I’m guessing you must be a Patre, huh? On the run from the government.
Zrishra nods again.
Lucille takes a seat at his desk chair, and gestures for her to do the same in the seat across from him. The seat is soft and comfortable.
Lucille: But, Something tells me that’s not why you’re here, is it dear? So what is it? Zrishra: Oh… I… Uh…
Zrishra grips her arm. A million thoughts racing through her head at a dizzying pace. Every ounce of her was screaming at her not to. This is illegal. She’d basically be barred from ever going back to her home country.
There will be an even bigger target on her head…
But that doesn’t matter anymore.
Zrishra: I want… I want to be a girl. Lucille: You already are a girl though!!!
Zrishra didn’t expect to hear this, but something about it was, comforting…
Lucille: But I get what you mean, you want a name change. I can definitely help you with that. Removing you from the Faette registry should be easy. The only problem right now is… Your soul. It’s not the only one with you right now, within your body. There’s another one, twisted and mangled into a grotesque shape.
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Yatra: Okay, we made it, sorry it took all day… Zrishra: I mean, the further I can be away from the city the better… Yatra: Heh, I guess. Zrishra stuffs her notebook into her bag, carefully wrapping it around with the shawl that Sasha gave her. Zrishra: So like, where the hell did you meet a sunnukhan? They’re kind of like, messengers of the gods and what not. Yatra: Nightclub.
Zrishra: N-night club? Yatra: yea he looked cute so we uh, yknow. Uhm. Zrishra: I get it Yatra: we had sex Zrishra: yea I got it. Yatra: you should be at the club. Zrishra: I’m on the run from the police. Yatra: Okay and? Zrishra: Uhm…
Zrishra: So like, where is this friend of yours? I see nothing but trees for miles. Yatra: Hold on.
Yatra whistles a tune, a specific one. She whistles with such confidence it’s obvious she’s done it many times before. The tune of her whistles reverberates throughout the woods in perfect resonance with the echoes of her whistle, almost like multiple instruments are played at once.
The area around them darkens. Yatra fading from Zrishra’s eyes, the trees blending together into nothingness. It’s so dark that it feels almost like the world around them is disappearing. Like Zrishra could just reach out her hand and feel nothing. Like she could take a step and plummet into endlessness.
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Zrishra: Yea... I... Yeah...
Zrishra sighs deeply.
Zrishra: And yet, she was so gentle with me, even with how broken and fragile I was. She took care of me, made sure I was safe.
Zrishra grabs the water bottle near her and offers it to her rafni sleeping beside her, the rafni sleepily looks up from their rest, groggy and barely able to process what's going on. But once Zrishra starts pouring the water out gently, the rafni laps it up lazily. licking it's lips and purring quietly as a form of appreciation.
Yatra: I just want to know how you two understood each other. Faette and dravians both have their own languages don't they? So how'd she understand Litian?
Zrishra: I, honestly don't know...
Yatra: Maybe some sort of dravian tech? I really have no idea about that sort of stuff...
She gets up, stretching and letting out a loud yawn. Zrishra pats her rafni a couple times, before getting up herself.
Zrishra: I'll admit I'm curious. Because of their chemistry, being made of entirely "inorganic" materials, they lack any conduit for casting spells. So instead they've greatly advanced their technology. I got to see some of it when I was with Sasha, and even then it felt like it was all really old and run down. I have no idea what they're really capable of.
Yatra: Huh... That is pretty interesting.
Zrishra: But from what little I DID see, it was so cool! That shawl she gave me? A machine made it for her! Isn't that crazy?
Yatra: Uhhh, yea I guess.
Zrishra: it was so quick too and it's such amazing quality! Have I shown it to you? I've had it hidden away in my bag this entire time so probably not.
Yatra: We should probably just keep going. Tell me after we've met my friend won't you? or hell, maybe even tell him! I'm sure he'd love to hear.
Zrishra: OH that would be so fun!
Zrishra: I just hope that Sasha is safe... The faette we're looking around the area I was in and, well they know I was interacting with a dravian... I put up a cloaking spell but like, what if it dispelled early? What if they saw through it? It's just... I-
Yatra: Zrishra... I've known you for a while, you always underestimate how good you are at sorcery!! Ever since you were a kid you've been writing sigils and designing spells!
Zrishra: Yea and most of those fizzled!
Yatra: You were EIGHT. The fuck do you expect? When I was eight I was eating pencils or some shit.
Zrishra: Uhm... I guess...
Zrishra lets out a sigh, pulling the staff off her back and giving it a look. The gem at the top glistening in the morning sun.
Zrishra: I... I have a feeling I'm gonna need to get better though. I'm on the run from the Litian government. It's, not going to be easy.
Yatra: Yea that wouldn't be a bad idea.
Zrishra places her staff back on her back and pulls a notepad out from within her satchel. Flips through pages and pages of sigil calculations, some half finished, some meticulously detailed. She stops at a page for a spell she titled "shadow fade", which causes a soul's body to aethirically deteriorate and return to it's original form in a different position. The current limit for the spell is set to 23.31 repeating yalns.
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Zrishra: SASHA!!! NOOO!!!!
Zrishra bolted upwards, waking from her slumber in a cold sweat.
Yatra: Good morning :D!
Zrishra, still gasping for air, gives yatra a death glare
Yatra: What the hell did I do? I was just making us some food, leave me alone.
Zrishra: I mean, you could atleast pretend to care....
Yatra hands Zrishra a bowl of what can only be generously described as "slop"
Yatra: I mean you had a bad dream, it's fine isn't it?
Zrishra: I uh, I don't know. My dreams recently have felt more real than real life, like they skip my body and go right for my soul.
Yatra: Yea whatever that means, just eat your food.
Yatra: So, what was your dream about? You screamed out Sasha... That's the dravian, isn't it?
Zrishra: Yea... I had a dream about- about Sasha. I keep having dreams where something happens to her. It's always so, viscerally upsetting. Like I just want to scream and cry and break things. I want her to be okay and... She never is...
Yatra: You really care about her huh...?
Zrishra: I guess... I mean she was with me for the last week and a half. Always there, always checking on me.
She looks up to the sky, something she was so used to when interacting with Sasha.
Zrishra: It was weird, having an almost godlike being check on me. Making sure I was okay. I was so insignificant, compared to her. And yet she...
Zrishra looks back down, empty bowl in hand, she places it to her side.
Zrishra: It was weird, it was scary. Her entire existence is terrifyingly overwhelming. But day by day, that overwhelmingness...
Zrishra pauses for a second, thinking back to Sasha, thinking back to what happened.
Zrishra: Well I can't say it ever left, but it didn't bother me nearly as much.
Yatra: Yea. I'll be honest, even after all you said. I'm really scared to ever see a dravian. Even if they're the nicest things in all of Iskhal, there's just something like, terrifying about something so large, that it can crush you by accident.
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???: Ema, Yahi, good morning.
Yahi: You summoned us?
Ema shakes her head, stops daydreaming, and looks at the general through the burning.
???: Yes, it's important. There's been some rather unfortunate news as of late. Ema.
Ema was not ready to hear her name and stood as straight as she could
Ema: S-sir.
???: It's about your brother. He's gone missing
Ema: Missing? what do you mean? is he okay?
???: Unlike what you said, he did not just "stay put." He went looking for you.
Ema: H-how, where did he go?
???: He went to the neighboring dravian city.
Ema: GREDRA???? Is he still there? There shouldn't be any dravians there. but it's still dangerous for a civilian!
???: This is where your wrong.
The generals face got even more serious than before.
???: We found him, but he just made a run for it.
The general looks down and shakes his head.
???: But, when we found him, he was wearing a shawl with dravian writings on it. We were detecting dravian activity in that area not but a week ago. But when we found him? Nothing. Absolutely, nothing.
Ema: Y-you don't mean?
???: I do. Your brother has commited patrezien. normally this is punished by death, but we both know why we can't do that.
Ema: My own brother... A traitor.
Ema grabs at her chest again, the pain returning with her anger, her sadness.
Ema: He was so weak. How did he do it? Why did he do it? I...
???: I know it's a lot to take in. But we need you to help look for him. The other nations are waiting for us, and we don't need a civilian making us a laughingstock.
Ema: Don't worry, I'll find him. I'll make sure he never even thinks of doing something so stupid again...
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???: EMA!!
Ema: Holy fuck... I... I'm fine, don't worry about me.
???: How can I not? you sounded like you almost died...
Ema grabs at her chest. A searing pain seeping through her entire body. She knew it was a dream. She knows... She...
She knows?
A rush of terror runs through her thoughts, scattering them all across her body. She tries to collect them, but they keep slipping through her fingers.
???: Are you okay? Do you need help?
Ema: I'm... I'm fine...
Her hands feel like they're stained in darkened blood.
Ema grips her blanket, the fibers tearing at her claws. Her claws digging into her skin, the feeling of bugs crawling through her fingernails slowly subsides, her breathing steadies
???: Are you sure?
Ema: I said. I. Am. Fine.
???: O...okay.
The man pushes away from his desk, turning to face Ema.
???: Well, we got orders from the higher ups, we need to speak to the general right now, it's seems pretty important, so get ready.
Ema shakes her head and sits up straight. Regaining her composure. She gets out of bed and grabs her staff.
Ema: Alright. Alright.
???: Ready? Let's go.
Ema: Yahi, what was it that the general wanted?
Yahi: Well, he wanted to talk to us abo.......
His words continued, but Ema's concentration was diverted to that dream.
Where was that dream? It felt so real, so real that in comparison right now felt like a fleeting memory to her. She didn't feel on Iskhal anymore. Like she was somewhere else.
More importantly who was that.
Who was Mika?
When did she hurt her? When would she hurt her. Why were the eyes piercing into her soul.
Why....
DID HER SOUL STILL BURN?
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The next day, yatra comes down stairs and wakes me “Hey dumbass it’s 3pm you gotta get up”
I just let out a groan
“Ughhhh, “
The pushing and shoving gets a bit harsher “Fineeeee”
I throw the blanket off of me and lean upwards, stretching, lights peering through the basement window
“How are you feeling” yatra asked, looking me up and down, the scars, bruises, dried blood.
“Bad… my entire body is sore… I really over exerted myself yesterday”
“I can tell. You should really take a bath. You stink too” she said, leaning back in her chair “then you can tell me about, like, everything?”
I look to the ground, a bit of a dingy rug adorning the floor. “Yea… I.. yea…” I get up, looking around the cellar a bit more now that my head isn’t racing, it’s dingy and gross, yatra never really kept her stuff really tidy. All sorts of storage left everywhere, boxes, crates, baskets, tapestry hung on the wall in a vain attempt to make the place look livelier.
Walking up the stairs, the bathroom is right across the way, after a quick bath, Yatra is waiting in her living room. “You should be able to stay up here now, I don’t wanna keep you in that damp cave any longer” she lets out a laugh at her own joke which wasn’t even that funny
I take a seat next to her, staring at the floor
“God you’re looking really pathetic right now” yatra said, placing an arm around my back “What the hell happened?”
“I… don’t really even know where to start…”
“What about with the, copious amount of scars all over you”
I recount everything to Yatra, barely giving her time to say anything, just spilling it all out. All my stress dropping to the floor for her to pick up.
“Hey ok slow down” she says “So your sister is missing?”
“Yea… the army said they’re looking for her but I’ve never trusted them” I say “Especially now, after trying to lock me away in my own house”
“Well okay” she says, thinking for a brief moment “you’re friends with a dravian now?”
“...Friends?” I slump in the chair a bit, confused “God I’ll be honest I don’t know what we are, I don’t know why they saved me. Why were they so nice to me”
“Cause you’re a good person? But god, a fucking dravian?” she looks up at the ceiling, resting her hand on her cheek. “How the fuck???? How, like.” she looks over to me “I have so many questions, how did they speak to you? How did they SEE you? Why didn’t she just crush you while you were a bloody mess??? I mean I’m glad she didn’t!! I care about you a lot but-”
“Sh-she said she didn’t know herself…” I grab my poncho from behind me, staring at it, studying the writing that I couldn’t even understand. “But she showed me more kindness than I’ve ever experienced in my life… I want to pay her back…”
A moment of silence falls between the both of us, the sounds of wind, birds chirping, filling the gaps. I look outside, I see trees, I see vine covered buildings with flower pots lining the bottom. A sense of peace washes over me.
Yatra finally breaks the silence “We were always taught growing up that dravians were nothing but brutal monsters. I… I fucking hate how they tried to make us believe that…”
I grab the poncho, gripping it in my hand tight. “Yea… Hey uh… there was one last thing I wanted to say…”
“Hmm?”
“Uh…” I swallow, my words getting stuck in my throat. I’m having trouble getting it out. I’m scared. I’m gonna die, she’s gonna hate me. She-
“Hey it’s okay, take you’re time” she said, as patient as calm as she possibly could”
I swallow, take a few beats before saying “I… I want to be a girl… I always have.”
She just stares at me, the pause feeling like a thousand years. “Is that it? “
“BUT THATS ILLEGAL ISNT IT? LIKE EVEN TALKING ABOUT IT CAN END YOU UP IN JAIL LET ALONE ACTUALLY CHANGING YOURSELF I…”
“Okay, but like… You’ve already committed like 20 crimes in the past 2 weeks” she gets up and pats me on the shoulder “So what’s one more?”
I let out a groan, “Ughhh, you’re right…” I smile at her, I’m so glad. “Th-thank you. Thank you for being accepting”
“Of course, I like, literally don’t care.” She laughs “so what name do you want me to call you?”
I put the poncho back on, letting out a stretch and a yawn. “Sasha… she uh, recommended the name Zrishra… I thought it was cute…”
“Oh my gods she even told you a name?” she laughs, a genuine and loving laugh “If I didn’t know any better, the way you talk about her almost makes it sound like you’ve got a crush on her!!”
I can’t help but blush deeply, me??? And her??? No way…
“YOU’RE BLUSHING” she let’s out another laugh “YOU DO HAVE A CRUSH ON HER.”
“N-no!! No that’s not it!!” I try to defend myself, only getting blushier.
“Awww, it’s ok zrishra, I don’t know how it’ll work out with uh, your differences, but I’ll be sure to be your wingman~” she said teasingly. I covered my face trying to hide how flustered I am
“No it’s… it’s not like that you’re just. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“I’m just teasing, just teasinggg, it’s fine <3”
She looks outside, hanging her head out her window, a cool breeze wafting in, it was a slightly chilly fall day. A mix of cool colors littered the ground in the form of leaves, blue, purple. It made everything feel somewhat colder, the sky was a tint of pink, as opposed to the light orange skies of dravian cities I ended up getting used to.
She looks back at me “So… now what?” she said “like, the cops are gonna be looking for you, hell they’re gonna be looking for me. It sounded like, you want to change your name, you wanna change your appearance, but most of all you want to meet with sasha again.”
She was exactly right “Yeah that about sums it up. I don’t really know where to start with any of that though”
She thinks for a moment on what to do next “well, have you atleast rested enough? Have you eaten?”
I haven’t, god I was starving I haven’t eaten in probably the past 2 days, or showered…
“No… I’m starving”
She gave me a smile and said “well, you smell like shit, and you’re covered in smoke, so maybe shower and I can make your food while you’re in there”
I smile, so appreciative of everything she’s done “th-thank you…”
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I get to the kitchen, still a bit wet from the shower, looking down at my meal, a traditional faette breakfast, meat of a hucho and some pakshi, a bread, slightly sweet, served with a melted caramel on top.
“This looks so good…” I sit down and dig in, I know that yatra has never been one for tableside manners, seeing as she was already eating and didn’t even wait for me.
I leave a bit left on the plate, small amount of the pakshi, to be put outside as an offering to the gods. It’s hard not to eat it, especially with how good it tasted, but it’d be rude to eat it all. I bring the plate to the compost bin near the back exit and scrape the remaining food into there. Saying a short prayer, then placing the plate in the sink
“How was it?” yatra said, plate already gone “I wanted something nice and filling for you”
“Absolutely delicious” I replied “Not to be ungrateful, but the food sasha made was… never that good. I mean I don’t blame her she is kind of an entirely different species…” I let out a laugh “But she always tried! It kept getting better and it was, really really sweet of her”
“Do you miss it?” yatra asked
“I… don’t know… I want to see sasha again, maybe teach her some faette recipes? I want to talk to her when my life isn’t in constant danger.”
I take a look down at the poncho i’m wearing, covered in dirt, a bit of a tear on the back, not big but concerning. I know I’m gonna be chased by the Litian government for a long time… “That might be a while from now though…”
She gets up “well, we’ve got a couple things to do” she starts listing off things “for one, you need a new mask, you need a new outfit, and we need to do some transformation magic on you”
“Do… you know how to do that?” I asked
“Nope! But I know someone who does. “ She said confidently “Let’s worry about that later though. First the mask”
“I don’t have any money on me though…”
“I know, don’t worry you can pay me back later.” she pats me on the shoulder and gives me a reassuring smile “You can use one of my masks till then, eh zrishra? I bet they’d look cute on you” she had trouble pronouncing my new name, to be fair I had trouble with it too, it’s just sounds that faette usually don’t make.
She runs up the stairs, I hear her shuffling through some stuff, something gets knocked over “SON OF A BITCH” she yells, a short pause “FOUND IT” She comes running down the stairs, mask in hand, going so fast I was afraid she’d slam against the floor. She hands it to me and I get a good look at it. It’s denoted with “gardener” on the trim in Litian. Litian typically have their job denoted on the mask somewhere, aside from military, who only petals/flowers denoting their rank, and an emblem for their nation.
I put it on, a bit of a tight fit, the eye holes don’t really line up with my face. But it’s better than going outside essentially naked. I keep the poncho in my bag, Yatra gave me an overcoat to wear over my muddy and torn clothes too, and a big hat to hide my face.
“Thank you for everything” I give her a big hug, trying my best to hold myself from crying. She’s been so nice.
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The commander speaks up “wait, three of you stay back, I need you to check the surrounding area, teleport home when you’re done”
My heart sunk so far into my chest I felt like I could puke it out. “Of course sir!” they responded, marching off together.
If they find her she’s dead, if they find her I’m dead. Oh gods.
One of the soldiers gets into the back of the carriage with me. I feel the jolt of the carriage moving. The soldier takes a seat across from me, staff in hand and ready. Obviously sending a message.
At this point I notice that I Don't have my staff anymore, those fuckers took it, and right after I got it back too. What the hell…
“Hello, Mr. |||||” The soldier interjects the silence That's been looking over us for the past 15 minutes. “My name is Yahi. I have a few questions for you”
Why is it that every time I deal with these guys it'd always shit.
I just stare, waiting for him to continue.
“First off, why is it that you went here”
“...”
“If you cooperate, it will be easier for the both of us.”
Bitch
“I was looking for my sister.”
“And what made you think she'd be here?”
“A hunch.”
He writes something down in his notepad. And looks me up and down. Obviously not believing me. “A hunch… nothing else?”
“I mean it's the closest dravian city to where me and my sister live…”
“I see…” Yahi keeps examining me, specifically my clothes. Loose fitting poncho adorned with with decorations alongside the trim. “Your outfit… It'd obviously not Litian, where’s it from?”
That was the last thing I wanted him asking about. I try my best to stay calm. Think of a lie, any sort of lie. Being silent will only make me more suspicious. “I… got it from my friend across the border in Tiathan a few years past.”
He’s not buying it. “Mhmm, but you were spotted heading this direction in your sister’s armor. “
“It was… a spare I brought”
He just silently writes down more. I feel fucking sick. He knows, he’s going to fucking kill me, he’s going to find sasha and exile her. I’m never gonna be able to see my sister again…
“Okay, I think I’m done with questions for now. “ he says, getting up and heading to the entryway to the front of the carriage. “we will let you out when we arrive at your house.”
Yahi passes through the barrier set at the entryway with ease, one that I’m not allowed through, not even allowed to see through. my surroundings are pitch black and I’m trapped here alone with nothing but my thoughts and my worries…
I hope sasha is okay…
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I tried getting sleep, I tried just calming down, but my surroundings are terrifying, everything is an unknown. Empty darkness fills my surroundings, surroundings that still have the vague shape of somewhere unworthily familiar. the dark sheen, deafening silence. It’s all reminiscent of a place I’ve only ever been warned about.
Lourne…
The hell dravians are brought to when we’re exiled by a faette. Did Zrishra… No… There’s no way… Maybe Lourne is where all faette power is drawn from? I don’t know. But…
I’m spiralling…
She told me to trust her. I will trust her…
Trust…
I take a deep breath, inhaling the purified air around me, somehow the air ducts are still working.
It’s only been 4 hours but… at this point it’s felt like 4 days… My ears have been ringing to drown the silence.
I… I try to get some sleep.
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Hours in this carriage, alone,
Atleast it feels like hours,
Time has warped past point of recognition
My anxieties all piling upon each other.
Sasha…
I need to find her, I need to get back to her. I really hope she’s doing ok. It must be scary, terrifying…. I feel so bad about what I had to do, but if I didn’t they’d kill both of us…
The carriage pulls to a stop, noise can’t pass through the barrier so I could only tell by the vibrations stopping below me, a guard walks through the barrier and grabs me roughly yet again “You need to come with us, sir” “What the fuck are you doing??? Why did you lock me in there?” “Shut up” the guard said bluntly, hitting me with the end of his staff in the stomach “You should be glad we haven’t just killed you, traitor” Traitor… how did…
My poncho… shit shit shit…
They grab me, dragging me out into the street and shoving me into my house, before putting another barrier up “Stay here until we figure out what to do with you, this might take a couple days tho” He leaves the house
Alone Deathly silence.
I take a look around the living room, a cake of dust ontop of everything. How long have I been away? It feels like it was atleast a week, maybe two? It smells like shit. I finally move my legs again, instead of just standing and staring.
Everythings normal, well, I’d say that but…
My sister isn’t here…
Ema.. where the hell is she?
Ugh, whatever, I need to find a way out of here, I don’t want to end up in jail, or even dead. My room should have some plants, and most of them shouldn’t be dead, atleast I’d hope so. It’s only been a week, I need to make a counter spell for this trap. Passing by the restroom I notice a foul moldy smell. God the towel ii left on the floor is covered in mold, gross. Whatever. I get to my room and look around, a wall lined with plants in terracotta pots. All different kinds, only now starting to wilt, I always prided myself in keeping plants alive and happy, it honestly kind of hurts to see them like this. Before I do anything, I go to the kitchen, grab some water, and bring it back to my room to water my poor plants, I don’t know how long it’ll be, or when, or hell, even if i’ll ever get to come back.
But now it’s time to start thinking through a way to bypass this wall. I grab some soil and press my finger against the wall, slowly writing a sigil, one that’ll tell me the composition of the spell. I grab a few flowers and light a match, before pressing the match up against them, burning them up.
The sigils form changes, a barrier sigil, simple. Unencrypted. They really didn’t think of me as much of a threat huh? Atleast I’d hope so, hopefully it isn’t heavily guarded outside. This should be easy to get through, though. I don’t imagine I’ll be stuck here much longer. I just have to wait a couple of hours until dusk breaks, so that I can sneak out of here… Sasha’s cloaking spell should be finished by then too. I really just hope that she’ll be alright until then.
God… she must be so scared…
Night comes around eventually, only way to tell is by the clock I’ve been staring at over the past three hours. I go to the window in my sisters room that’s facing the back of the house. I just need to hope that there’s no guards directly outside. Looking around the room, a flood of memories just hits me like a tidal wave. The blanket I gave her when I was 13 as a gift, the uniform she used to wear when we were younger.
The jewelry mom gave her for her 17th birthday…
…
Ok I need to focus,
I place my hand on the wall
Wall enforcement, 36, 43, black, 39, 39, 39, connect to 42, remove 42, connect to 39, remove, remove, connect to 40, remove at 3, shift 10, end
My hand burns for a second, the flowers held in my hand wilt within it as a sigil appears on the wall. Burning onto the wall as the entrapment breaks. As fast as I can I jump out the window and sprint, making sure to hold onto my staff, breaking line of site with my house and another as quick as I can, I hear a commotion coming from there,
I can’t stop, I need to keep running.
My goal is to reach my friend yatra’s house as fast as I can. Make as much distance between me and the guards as possible. The blanket of night covering me. My panicked panting echoing through my skull. I’m getting closer…
Please be home.
I get to her door and bang on it as much as I can. Looking around, no one is here, no one I see.
I hear the door unlock, slowly creaking open
“The fuck do you want it’s 3am….”
Her eyes widen seeing me
“||||||? Is that you???”
“PLEASE I NEED TO HIDE”
Without even thinking she just yanks me inside, bringing me to her cellar
“Okay okay, whats, what’s going on????” she says to me, she looks tired, bags under her eyes. “What’s with all the scars? You look like absolute shit”
“I… ugh…” I press my hand to my forehead and groan, the pain of the magic finally processing in my head “It’s… It’s so much…”
“Who are you running from?” she says “you literally never get into trouble this really isn’t like you.”
“I…. the uh… Litian government? I guess?”
She gets up, eyes wide, staring dead into mine “what????? What do you mean????”
My heart starts racing, my eyes darting everywhere, I feel like a wound might reopen. Uneven breathes take over me. “I’m sorry I… I didn’t. I didn’t mean to I just.. It…”
“|||||, ||||| please, calm down, it’s ok, they can’t find you here” she says grabbing onto my shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, I’ll get you some water”
I try, breathing in…. Letting it out… it’s… ugh…
She heads up stairs, closing the door behind her. I hear some banging on the door. Then quiet chatter, indistinguishable. Then the door slams closed. A few minutes later I hear the cellar door open and see yatra come down the stairs with a glass of water. “Hey, here’s your water!”
“Who was that?”
“The pigs chasing you, I sent them the other way”
“Did… did they believe you?” I say, my throat tightening u
“I don’t know, seemed like it” she took a seat next to me on the couch “I think…. I think you should get some rest my guy” she says looking me up and down, my scars, my torn, bloodied clothes, my broken and tattered staff, messy hair. Lack of a mask. “I don’t know what the hell you’ve been through, but I can tell it’s been a lot.”
I look down at the ground, I’m so tired, I haven’t slept in a few days it feels like.
“Sasha… ema… I hope you’re ok…”
“hmm? “ yatra only vaguely heard me
“Nothing. I’m gonna get some sleep”
I lie down on the couch, staring up at the boarded ceiling above me, supports beaming across the ceiling
It’s nice, finally being in a faette house, the lights above not glaring at me, a blinding off white.
I take off my poncho, placing it on the side of the couch, staring deeply at the scar on my chest, running a finger across it.
I should have died that day… the gods wanteed me to die that day. But sasha changed that…
Faette can use their magic to predict a lot of things, easily, up to the next ten years.
Atleast, everything except for dravians. Something about them is, chaotic to our understandings.
I ask any fortune teller what would happen a day before. They would tell me that I was destined to die tomorrow
But I’m here
I’m different, but I’m here…
Maybe. Maybe I did die that day
Maybe ||||||| died that day
And Zrishra was born.
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