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Rikyn.....?
Hours earlier.
Tension hummed in the air like a string wound too tight and plucked with unrelenting torture. She could feel it in her bones, and it resonated with the fury in her soul. Months had passed. She lived for her father's rule, to condemn those who did wrong. However, she still had work to do and things to learn. Aithniel was still very young in both mind and body, her fragile bones taking considerable time to grow. She sparred. She lost. She won. She learned. Gaucho was her idol, in many ways. He did not tolerate stupidity, and he was strong. He was everything she wanted to be and everything she could never be at the same time.
Somehow, she would find a way to get that power. One day, she would learn how to fix the ache in her chest. The truth that she had been abandoned and unwanted was a scar she carried with her every day, a wound that drove her though she knew she was going nowhere. Whatever being had birthed her was not her mother, but she had a feeling that Tandavi knew something more...
Regardless, she explored the north, missing her brother, though she had resigned herself to the fact that she would never see him again. After she and the other demi-children had helped that dragon creature, she had stayed in the snow, exploring the north and realizing that there was something more to the east. That was when something snapped, and she flew over to explore, finding the God of Time, Roskuld, and then strangers.
Aithniel landed, ash falling from her wings, and she narrowed her stony, silver eyes at the crowd.
That was when she saw him.
She was so angry. So upset. SO happy.
That she was frozen still, staring and heartbroken - again.
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
