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#1
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
Her wings had become a blessing and a curse – a reprieve from the persistence of being stuck on the ground but a terrible reminder of the closest thing she had, lost and alone in some random world, probably looking for her too though she wouldn’t be found. It was brutal and frustrating, and the more she thought about it the sourer her mood grew. Though it was hard for her to not think about it, and it kept her face in a perpetual state of something between a frown and a grimace.

So she chose to remain in bird form, to scout and see what the world around her had to offer. It at least beat the idea of trudging from place to place – having to talk to people when all she wanted to do was roar at the skies, to wonder if the dead helovian gods, if Kisamoa could hear her cries from so many worlds away. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she even felt like death on swift wings. She could imagine the destruction she could reign from the skies – the trees and earth blackening as she soared over them. It would be a blessing, to be able to destroy something. It might placate her heart enough to be docile, to be able to interact with others without craving their blood.

They were innocent, of course. At this point Kiada didn’t care. They were just as guilty. She had been thrown into yet another world where she refused to grow attached to anything. Attachments meant betrayal when they inevitably left. She thought of Kianzo and her attachment to her brother who had abandoned her. She thought of Ru’in who’s attachment had been to his twin instead of her; who followed Romina into the great arms of death. He could have been safer with her, they could have moved on. Gods knew she moved on well enough without Kianzo.

She thought of Kisamoa, and how she pledged herself to the mismatched god, had asked for his protection and strength, to be able to satisfy her craving for revenge, and how the god himself had nearly drowned in the river had she not saved him. How she returned to the surface with a plaguing illness that was thankfully gone now, but she hadn’t forgotten. And that other god, the deer with the lights on her antlers – the one that had everyone bowing at her feet, yet Kiada knew there was something terrible about the air around her. Then, her attachment to Rixen and the beautiful, slow cascading love that had formed between them.

The harpy hadn’t even a chance to tell him she loved him.

Their last encounter was a swift embrace over the kingdom, the moon shining down upon the both of them as they spoke their concerns and their fears. “I’m always here for you Rixen, should you need to talk.” She had said to him. No I love you’s, no acknowledgement of that feeling that had buried itself deep within her, alongside that darkness that had been pushed aside for the love of something pure and kind and sweet. But it had been ripped from her too, as she barreled into the other world, and she lost a part of her too. Khairi, gone and missing, a strangely familiar creature finding her on the beach and mentioning other helovians.

Kiada didn’t care. She wanted her bird back, she wanted her life back. Most of all she wanted to make others suffer as much as she. A child of war, with bloodstained feet and bruises. Someone had to pay, and she intended it to happen.

Huffing a sigh as she flew over the outskirts, her scarlet gaze captured nothing of interest. Just boring, dead ground with nothing else in sight aside from a terrible feeling in one direction. So she retreated, drifting back toward the middle of the outskirts, finding a lone tree and shifting back into her human self as she sat on a branch, staring off into the distance.

Feeling numb, broken, and alone.

Ru'in
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

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#2

Ru'in did not think. Not like he used to.

There was a time that when the boy's attention was not compulsive eaten up by his twin, it was on the inner workings of the world and how he might add to it. It was on crafting and creation, on discovery and understanding. But that was a long time ago now, and the monster was no longer a boy. Though Ru'in never had a particularly youthful face, as least as a boy his age could somewhat be used to account for his tactlessness (like when he'd shoved a pretty young girl onto her knees using his magic, if only to see whether or not he could). Now though with a weathered and perhaps uglier face than ever before and a body lined with scars and hardship, not only was age no longer a factor but no longer was there anyone to lend the man their sympathies. No family to speak on his behalf, no friends to lend an ear.

But of course that's what hell was all about.

And of course this was hell. The boy had lived and then he had died with the rest of them. Sometimes the spirits of this world bothered him, but mostly they left him alone. This place had stolen his magic and now as punishment for his sins he was forced to walk unbalanced through this world with only his clumsy hands with which to work.

It was pain. It was unfair.

And it was exactly what Ru'in deserved.

Trudging through the snow as an elephant, Ru'in dragged two dead behind him. As an elephant the weight was nothing, though as a man it would have been arduous given the snowy terrain. However one of the deer snagged on something and the rope it was tethered to snapped. With a trumpet of annoyance Ru'in spun around, mis-matched eyes glaring from behind leathery skin. With a sudden drop in size, the man burst from the beast's shape, swaddled in a random amalgamation of furs. Kneeling down he pulled a knife from his pocket and began the slow process of mending the rope.

ru'in
And I don't want to see another night
Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.
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#3
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
She likely could have remained in that branch until the chill took hold, until she could no longer move from the tree and instead remain frozen until the outside of her felt as little as her heart. But there was movement from underneath – and her icy eyes scoured the beast as it lumbered up. Was that? – Yes it was. It was an elephant and it was dragging a couple of dead deer behind it. Her head tilted in curiosity as her heart panged, and she reached up for a necklace that wasn’t there – instead caressing the side of her neck where the X scar remained.

Dad?” She almost called out, watching while a rope tore and the creature turned with a trumpet of what seemed like frustration, and her pale icy gaze watched while elephant turned to man and her heart sunk further. She didn’t know what she was expecting – that her father or mother had arrived here after falling through so many worlds. What was the likelihood of that? Why did she continue to get her hopes up only to have them fall over and over and over again?

Her eyes narrowed on the man, wrapped in furs and looking warm of all things despite his attempts to work on the rope. At least he might have an idea of what this place was? Or perhaps her mood would get even more sour. Kiada shifted back into the vulture, soaring from the tree branch to swoop down and land a bit away from the man and the deer, though well enough in his attention. Her beak clacked and she growled a bit gravely before shifting into herself, standing from the snow in leather and fur as her pale eyes looked over the man.

He was freckled, and dual toned eyes, and her heart panged even further at what it reminded her of. A frown found her face and she looked to the roped deer that had broken off. “Want some help?” She questioned rather flatly, her head jutting toward the rope he worked with. “Do you know what this place is called?” She then questioned, her head tilting as her voice left with a pleasant, soft lilt. It was so similar to what she had sounded like as a child, yet different as she matured. Before where she had been defiant and strong, had been replaced with cold brutality that she couldn’t try and change. Not without Khairi. Not without her soul.
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

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#4

The sound of wings on the wind was of no interest to the man. Another bird flying around. A large bird by the sounds of it. Probably an Attuned, not that it mattered. The sound of a clacking beak and an avian growl did make him pause for a moment, chin turning over his shoulder slightly in profile.  His eyebrows were bushy and furrowed, face stern and bi-coloured eyes distant and seemingly unthoughtful. They weren't of course, but Ru'in had never learned to make his face expressive. It was too hideous to be looked at for long, and with Romina at his side rarely had there been a need for him to communicate through subtle facial nuances. Not with his verbose twin so ready to speak for the both of them.

As the vulture turned into a woman clad in leather and fur, Ru'in's lip snarled slightly as his gaze stretched towards the limit of his peripheral vision. He'd not turn his face all the way towards her and force her to endure the sight of him. Besides he could see her well enough to know that she was beautiful in a way that he was likely to repel; like oil and water.

Grunting under his breath as she offered his help, the man briskly turned his back towards her and continued to repair the rope. Like that annoying blonde from before, it appeared that this woman had more questions as well. Why was it his place to answer? Grinding his teeth, the rope momentarily forgotten in his clumsy fingers, Ru'in closed his eyes and sighed. If Romina were here, she'd sweep the woman off to their home, offer her a drink and explain everything about this world while subtly gaining information of her own. Ru'in would be left to drag the deer home and enter when he was finished, his sister having already told the beautiful woman everything she needed to know about him and the rest of it and he'd be left in peace.  

But Romina wasn't here to do that, unsurprisingly. Hell was no place for her.

Nor this beautiful stranger, come to think of it...Just another ghost to plague him then. It made sense after all, for her voice was like a memory pulled from some strangled and not-quite real place in his mind. Shoulders slouching slightly as his teeth gnashed together, Ru'in glared down at the carcass before him with a gruff sigh.

"Caihdoh." He grunted, before looping the rope together and pulling it taunt around the deer.

ru'in
And I don't want to see another night
Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.
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#5
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
So he didn’t seem to care. As she shifted and the curl in his lip of distaste seemed to come across, she pinned him with an icy stare. He wouldn’t turn to face her, but that was fine. She had gotten used to learning the subtlety of body language. At her offer of help, he grunted in response to that too and she found herself crossing her arms against her chest and glaring. It was like fighting against a wall. There wouldn’t be any winners here. And if he chose to deign to respond, she was wasting her time.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel that pain in her chest at the sight of him. So familiar and so different. Even the clumsiness in his fingers with the rope panged at something long forgotten beneath the layers of hurt and betrayal she tried to keep hidden away – only to come out when absolutely necessary. All she could do was wait, and she’d wait there all day should he look like he was about to respond. She sighed into the wind, and audible little tantrum of the harpy. The girl had never been known for her patience.

But then… was that?

Caihdoh.” The stranger said.

Her heart thundered and she blinked, bewildered as all the anger and frustration drained from her face, leaving her paler than before. He tightened the rope around the deer and looked as though he was prepared to move when Kiada moved against the snow with surprising speed. It plumed behind her as she moved to stand before the stranger, her eyes wide and perhaps a bit pleading.

What’s your name?” She questioned, breathless as it left her lips in a cloud against the snow.

”Ru’in, Ru’in, Ru’in.” She silently begged, she prayed to any gods listening, that perhaps something might go right. But it still made no sense. He was dead, gone, erupted in a cloud of teal and black – demolished and destroyed before her very eyes. The X scar on the side of her neck pulsed with a twinge of pain, and she reached up to press against it as if she could keep the memories from returning.

Please.

I’m Kiada...” She whispered, loud enough for him to hear. If it was Ru’in, he’d know that name. He’d know the first time they met, when she had frolicked carelessly in the fields and he had pushed her for no rhyme of reason – how she had wailed and yelled at him, only to ultimately find something to love about every mismatched part of him. How she had memorized every deformity – how she had chosen to put aside her calling, to conquer the world and everyone in it for the boy with mismatched eyes and little words. “Please remember me.
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

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#6

Her huff of annoyance almost made him laugh. Almost. It reminded him of the way Romina used to sniff delicately at things she did not like; her unspoken way of communicating those things to Ru'in so that he could take care of them for her and she could applaud their twin-telepathy. But instead of a smile all the man did was grimace, for his sister was gone as was everything he knew. Did it surprise him that even in hell the spirits would be exasperated with him for something he did not understand? No. Was it any less frustrating? No. But that was the point of it all, wasn't it.

Brutishly Ru'in's lip curled upwards in a snarl as the woman moved in his path. Eyes still downcast, he extended a hand to simply brush her aside. What was his name? What did that matter. With another grunt he shoulders the rope, fully intending to shift and leave her in his immense shadow, until she spoke again.

I'm Kiada.

The man's hand froze on the rope. He stopped breathing and blinking and seeing. His nostrils quivered and in a very elephant-like way, one of his ears even twitched as if trying to gather the sound as it dissipated on the breeze. The world went silent and even with her name ringing—screaming—in his ears, he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

This was perhaps the cruelest trick that this world had ever played on him. Even seeing Romina again would have been easier than this. At least with Romina he knew his place; beneath her foot, her monstrous twin born simply to be at her beck and call. But with Kiada ... the innocence that had been cultivated between the two and the love that had blossomed without words but with roots stronger than the stone magic he'd possessed.

The animals on her spine. The foxes...the blue of her eyes..

Snapping his teeth together, the mittened-hand that had been held in midair suddenly shoved her aside as he'd once shoved her aside with his magic. "Yer not." He snarled, bi-coloured gaze focused on the snow as cherry-red smudges alighted on his cheeks. Ru'in couldn't bring himself to look at her. She had her voice, and she might even have her face, but not even this hellish place could replicate her eyes.

And in that moment Ru'in didn't know which would be worse: that she wouldn't.

Or that she would.

ru'in
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Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.
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#7
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
He didn’t turn to her, nor did he deign to speak. Her brows pulled together in an uncharacteristic hint of sadness before she noticed the way he continued to keep his head down, his eyes remaining on the ground. She moved in his path, and he had aimed to brush her aside yet Kiada dug her heels in – hoping and aiming for the strength to remain standing. But the hand didn’t come yet, instead he shouldered the rope as she continued to speak, a silent prayer to whatever gods were listening that this man would listen to her, would hear her name and have it register.

As she spoke her name, she watched with a snappy sort of gaze as his hands froze and he seemed to stare – as if he could stare back into the abyss that was their previous life. Had she reminded him? Had her name leaving her lips in her voice not enough for him? Or had he experienced so many horrible things that there was a way that he couldn’t believe she was real? Her arms crossed her chest for a brief moment, squeezing hard until the pale skin under the leathers turned red and her icy gaze pinned him to the spot.

Yet he couldn’t look at her still. His hand jutted out and before Kiada had a chance to respond he moved that hand toward her – shoving her aside as she lost her balance in the snow. Her knees hit the ground hard – flashing back to a time where it had been grass beneath her feet in a high off cliff. She, no, they, had been children then. Him with his stones, her with her fire. And how she had curled up beneath him and let her flames spark in the hopes they’d be enough energy to power his machines. She had hoped they had been real flame, back in a time, but they didn’t crackle or heat. They only painted her emotions for the whole world to see.

They had been foxes for him. Butterflies once. And now they were gone aside from the resilience in her eyes. His gruff voice reached for her ears again and she listened as she pushed herself up from the ground. “Yer not.” He seemed inclined to believe, but she bit down on her lip hard and glared at the broad shouldered back of him, uncertain of how to get him to see through the haze and see her. She pushed up from the snow, not even wiping it down from her leathers before she ran at him and aimed to tackle him into the snow.

I am Kiada. My twin brother is – was – Kianzo. Your twin sister, Romina. I am the daughter of the elephant king and the thief of the Basin. When we were children you pushed me down in the Heavenly Fields. Your dad was there, he was the Seer for the Basin. Our twins hated that we spent time together. I thought Kianzo and Romina were going to try and kill us because of what we meant to each other, how we ruined their plans.” She shouted to him, her voice straining as if she could see through it. It had to be him, he remembered her name after all, even went so far to say that she wasn’t herself. She let a few moments pass, a few loud heartbeats as she calmed her voice and fought the tears lining those iceberg eyes. “You are Ru’in. And I watched as you died and yet here you stand and you can’t even look at me to see that it’s me? That it’s really, truly me?” Her heart pounded and she couldn’t catch her breath enough. But she hoped he looked, she prayed he looked.

I loved you so much and you followed your sister into Kisamoa’s destruction when I had to be thrown in that stupid portal, where I nearly died over and over again. Where Khairi…” Her voice broke on the word as she struggled to keep the sound from distorting. “Khairi almost died, and then I lost him somewhere in the worlds before falling here.” She finally said, that deep glacial fire burning in her eyes. “I lost everything over so many years.” Her voice was soft toward the end, her eyes trailing to the snow uncertain how it was even possible. “But yet you’re here.
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

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#8

He didn't care that she fell. She wasn't real. She wasn't here. He had chosen Romina—chosen wrong—and instead of a life of bronze and fire and a soul who had seen through his hideousness and his stone, he had been sent here. He had always vowed to follow Romina wherever she deigned to lead him. He just didn’t think she’d lead him to hell quite so quickly.

Shouldering his things and stomping forward, the monstrous man didn’t expect to be struck. Though his center of gravity was low and he weighed considerably more than the petite missile headed his way, the snow and the venison near his feet barrred any attempts he might have made to right himself. Tumbling into the snow like a tree felled in an empty field, Ru’in landed with a muffled ooomph, finding Kiada more or less on his chest. Still he would not look at her.

As she recalled their collective history, Ru’in grit his teeth, nostrils flaring with each word. Even so, he glared steadfastly over her shoulder. Of course a demon would know these things. It meant nothing.

It meant nothing.

The bridge of his nose crinkled as he snarled, her recounting his death making something inside of himself flinch darkly. “It’s nahht—“ He began to say, but then her words sliced off the remainder of the reply.

I loved you so much.

An unsteady dry-sob sort of sound left his lips, and his teeth gnashed against one another, his breathing rapidly increasing. He should have cared about what happened to Khairi, but the lingering echos of her words in his ears drowned out everything else.

Slowly, as if someone was holding his head in place and he had to struggle against it, Ru’in turned his bi-coloured gaze towards Kiada. For a moment he didn’t see, couldn’t see her through the blur of icy-water that had built up on his eyes. Blinking it away harshly, Ru’in took several stern breaths as if he were about to view something decidedly unpleasant. It was then he let his eyes focus on her.

For everything else that had changed, her eyes hadn’t, and in them he saw the truth. Raising a mittened hand to the side of her face, decidedly too rough despite his attempt at gentleness, he held his breath, eyes scanning her face for signs of trickery.

“Keyahdah.” He whispered, his mouth making a mockery of her name even now. Leaning up slightly in a half-crunch, his other hand shook itself rapidly to try and remove the mitten covering his fingers. Once done, it reached out for the warmth of her cheek, his lips parted in a silent gasp. “Buht...how?”

ru'in
And I don't want to see another night
Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.
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#9
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
She hadn’t exactly expected to collide with him as hard as she did. Snow flew, and her body soon found itself on top of him as he still refused to look at her. Her brows furrowed together as she stared hard at him, as she told him everything she could despite her voice breaking and the line of silver that grew along her eyes. She blinked them away, just as she did with everything she told him. Hiding them away to hopefully one day be forgotten, but they rose again. They always did.  He began to try and tell her something as she recalled his death, but it was cut off as if he had just heard her for the first time.

Kiada’s fists balled into the clothes he wore, squeezing tight as to not pound them into his blocky, stone like chest. If he didn’t want to hear what she had to say, he’d have to shut her up. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and her eyes burned with a ice cold fire that nearly could see straight through him. She channeled the inner darkness, the fighter within as the Harpy glared on.

Ru’in’s head began to move, however, even if it looked like he didn’t want it to. When finally, after baited breaths and shoving back tears, his mittened hand reached for her face. It collided with her cheek, rough but she pressed it into his hand, closing her eyes and letting a tear fall down her pale cold cheek. As he said her name, she listened as he pronounced it in the way he always had and a sob crashed out of her. Her shoulders shaking as she finally unballed her fist in his clothing and pressed it to the side of his freckled head. “Ru’in.” She replied after a few moments, her eyes scanning his bicolored gaze as he fought to remove the mitten and she felt the roughness of his hands as he finally touched her skin.

The Harpy shivered lightly and she pressed into his touch with a shake of her head. “I don’t… I don’t know.” She finally managed to say, swallowing around the lump in her throat and offering a quiet smile. “I missed you. I missed you so god’s damn much.” She said, collapsing onto his chest and burying her head into him to listen to his heartbeat. “I have so much to tell you. Of everything.” ‘Everything you could have been there for, the good and the bad.’ She wanted to add, but she was too busy biting onto the side of her cheek as she wiped her tears away and sat up a bit more.

How did you get here? How long have you been here?” She asked. “How long could I have found you before now?” Her icy eyes softened as she scanned his face and exhaled a long breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He was here, Ru’in was here. Something was at least right.
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

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#10

She was everything that he remembered despite being wholly different. As if suddenly realizing just how hard he was holding onto her, his grip slackened and he took in a shaky breath, afraid that he would break her as he did so many other delicate and beautiful things. Still he couldn't let her go, and his blocky fingers wound around the furs that she was wearing, desperate to cling to something that he could break or ruin.

"Aye thoht this place whas punishment fer noht followin' yew. Fer goin' whith..." Even now, all these years and worlds later, he couldn't bring himself to say her name as if to do so would invite her presence. She had interrupted and pulled them apart so many times, why wouldn't the banshee find her way to him here?

As she pressed herself against him, for a moment his arms haloed her body but did not touch, the fear of destroying whatever strange gift he'd been granted was all too real.

But then again so was she. And if this was to end with her being another phantom, wasn't it better that he hold her while he still had the chance?

Wrapping himself around her better than he ever could before, he nuzzled against her hair, breathing deeply the scent of her that as a boy had tantalized him so and awakened so much within him. Open his eyes slowly, he peered down at curved form, imaging blazing creatures racing up and down her spine, disappearing into wild and unruly but always elegant hair. "They tuhk yer fiyur." He whispered softly, trailing a hand through the part in her hair, and then down her back softly.

As she sat up, Ru'in regarded her with eyes that still expected her to vanish, to dissolve, or to be trumpeted away by Romina's evil laughter. "Mahybee three yeers?" He said doubtfully, before shaking his head to indicate his lack of confidence. "Hahrd to tehl. Aye thoht ..." Where someone else might have laughed and said, I thought this place was hell, can you believe it! Ru'in's face crumpled and a snarl appeared on his lips. He didn't need Romina around to tell him what an idiot he was. She'd already more than conditioned that line of thinking in his mind. "..thoht this wus hehl. Naht reel." He finished darkly, eyes downcast with embarassment. "Noh neehd fer couhntin' yeers in hehl.."

Her question of how long made the anger wash off of his face, to be replaced with something a good deal more thoughtful. "Whehr...Keesamoah? Remehmbehr darhkness...Whut happened ahfter?"

She now knew where he had been, but what about her?

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Lost inside a lonely life while I'm here.
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#11
KiadA
but god, i look at you and know,
hell is just another place i'll go
As he spoke, she cherished the malformed words that slipped from his lips. She hung onto them like children being told a folktale, listening and believing everything he said. He had thought this was some sort of hell, a purgatory, for following his sister when he could have lived with her. But would it have worked? She thought of everything she had done in the Rift – having no one to worry about over and over again. Would she have thrown herself into the river to save Kisamoa if she had Ru’in by her side? Would she have died when he didn’t resurface?

At first, there was a hole in her heart when he didn’t wrap his bulky arms around her. It began to crumble, slowly at first. After all this time, everything she’d survived this far and he didn’t think that he wouldn’t hurt her. Her eyes shut tight and she listened to his heartbeat, trying to press herself into him in the hope that he’d realize he couldn’t hurt her. As if he read her thoughts, his arms tightened around her body and she melted into him – finally, finally at home.

They took your fire.” She heard him say, and she nodded against his chest. “Took a lot of things.” She said quietly, sighing somewhat contently at the trace of his fingers along her spine where fire once plumed. But then, she sat up and looked at him fully. Her eyes scanning his freckled face and bi-colored eyes as he spoke of what he truly thought he had been put in. Sorrow crossed her features and she reached with a hand to gently stroke along his strong jawbone. She understood – in a place like this it was hard to say what it really was. She offered him a nod, absolutely zero judgement coming from the Harpy in the torment she was certain he suffered.

He spoke of what he remembered and of what happened to Kisamoa, and she looked up to the snow that surrounded him with a pondering look before looking back down to him to recount everything that had happened. “To start from the beginning, we were all corralled by Kisamoa to enter the portal. When… When I saw what happened to you I was unable to be consoled. I was ready to follow you, but my mother shoved me into the portal at the last second. That amulet he had given me exploded upon entry and gave me this” she said, pulling her hair and furs aside to show the gnarled scar on the side of her neck. “My magic changed too, the fire on my spine was real and I could turn it off and on whenever I wanted. I could’ve made your inventions work.” She said, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone, referring to the time he had crafted that bronze device and they had tried to see if the energy created by her fire could energize the creation only to find it didn’t work.

When he met us the first time upon all of our arrivals, I got in his face and yelled at him.” She huffed, a small laugh at the audacity she had to stand up to a god. “He gave me gifts like armor and other things.” She shrugged lightly, before she began to get more serious. “But then he decided to try and resurrect the dead, and he fell into a river of his creation. Me, thinking he wouldn’t return and the world would die, went in after him. It was terrible. I watched myself die, suffocated by my very own flames.” She shuddered lightly at the memory, aimlessly moving her hand to clutch at her neck. “I got him back, and things were okay for a while. We were set on a series of tasks to try and spread light to the rest of the land and it worked for the most part. But another god came, and I think they threw us out of the Rift. I… landed somewhere strange and I lost Khairi along the way and all of my magic… Then I fell again and ended up here.” She said perhaps a bit quieter before she realized it.

Looking back to him and his face, she leaned back down to hug him tight. “If this is hell, I’m pretty lucky.” She said, much softer than she’d ever said anything before as she turned her head up to look at him and crack a small smile.
to keep you warm. and with bloody knuckles,
you'd follow me anywhere.

coding

Kiada has a large X scar on the right side of her neck.
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3


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