Kiada
For the life of her, she can’t see what she’s done wrong. What she’s done to deserve so many terrible things to happen to her. For her brother, her heart and half of her soul to be kidnapped — to return only to leave her once again. For her father, the one who named her and taught her the language of her heritage, who had helped name her companion Khairi to also leave. For Ru’in and Romina to meet a timely end because she chose to side with a god of darkness and destruction. Who fell because of his hand, and she still chose him. Still chose the dark mismatched god of teal that had crossed her into his corrupted world. Who had wounded her heart and her body — the gnarled X scar on the side of her neck that had finally healed after long years.
She chooses wrong every time and she still can’t see why these things happen to her. But yet by some miracle, her first love had been here since then. As if this world were some kind of strange purgatory for those in her life that had passed. And she had grown attached, just as she had promised herself she wouldn’t. At least this time she doesn’t have to watch him die. But she has his note, still clutched as she makes her way to the shrine. She doesn’t know what she wants to ask, or to say, but she wants to speak. Even if it falls on deaf ears. Auni is with her, healed enough now that he can try and calm her when the darkness within her takes root. So she stares at the shrine as she approaches, on shaky knees and a body wrought with no more tears left to give. A raspy throat of words she couldn’t say still burns as she breathes.
She kneels before the shrine and sits for a few minutes gathering her thoughts, swallowing her spit to try and make her voice less rough and hollow. But it’s exactly how she feels. “I choose wrong. Every. Time. I choose wrong. I follow the darkness within me, the one that craves to be a part of something big and destructive.” Her voice is rasped and comes out in a hoarse patchy sound. “I follow destruction in the hope that it will leave me alone, and yet it always returns to me. I know I should expect nothing less, but I do every time.” She wasn’t a child anymore, but her previous life of flame and fire, of winged armor that punctures her spine is fresh upon her mind. “Im a foolish girl, and everyone close to me pays for it.” She vents, thinking of Ru’in and her brother Kianzo. Of Khairi and Romina, of her father and friends. Rixen wherever he is now. She is no protector, even if she likes to think that she is. She pulls the note out and straightens it out again, reading the lines that had begun to be smudged by the oils in her hands. And she sighs.
She chooses wrong every time and she still can’t see why these things happen to her. But yet by some miracle, her first love had been here since then. As if this world were some kind of strange purgatory for those in her life that had passed. And she had grown attached, just as she had promised herself she wouldn’t. At least this time she doesn’t have to watch him die. But she has his note, still clutched as she makes her way to the shrine. She doesn’t know what she wants to ask, or to say, but she wants to speak. Even if it falls on deaf ears. Auni is with her, healed enough now that he can try and calm her when the darkness within her takes root. So she stares at the shrine as she approaches, on shaky knees and a body wrought with no more tears left to give. A raspy throat of words she couldn’t say still burns as she breathes.
She kneels before the shrine and sits for a few minutes gathering her thoughts, swallowing her spit to try and make her voice less rough and hollow. But it’s exactly how she feels. “I choose wrong. Every. Time. I choose wrong. I follow the darkness within me, the one that craves to be a part of something big and destructive.” Her voice is rasped and comes out in a hoarse patchy sound. “I follow destruction in the hope that it will leave me alone, and yet it always returns to me. I know I should expect nothing less, but I do every time.” She wasn’t a child anymore, but her previous life of flame and fire, of winged armor that punctures her spine is fresh upon her mind. “Im a foolish girl, and everyone close to me pays for it.” She vents, thinking of Ru’in and her brother Kianzo. Of Khairi and Romina, of her father and friends. Rixen wherever he is now. She is no protector, even if she likes to think that she is. She pulls the note out and straightens it out again, reading the lines that had begun to be smudged by the oils in her hands. And she sighs.
I think I am dangerous now...
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
