Melita
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles
I was always bloody knuckles
She wasn’t resistant to power – that was certain. But only hers and hers alone; the way it unfurled in her strength and dominion, in her boldness and audacity. She wouldn’t try to pluck it from another. She didn’t have incantations or enchantments to pull from. Melita had herself, the training, and the weapons crafted at her disposal. And she’d use them, whenever a threat arose.
So she bowed her head and concentrated on her efforts, until Darkeye seemed to give his opinions, and notions, on the matter of her inquiry. “I think that’s what happened to some of them.” The desperation. The way life altered, the way they believed they couldn’t exist any other way. “They were hopeless.” Seeing no other options, striving to claw back somehow, someway. “I wouldn’t ever Ascend,” she offered in exchange, in case he wanted to know.
So she bowed her head and concentrated on her efforts, until Darkeye seemed to give his opinions, and notions, on the matter of her inquiry. “I think that’s what happened to some of them.” The desperation. The way life altered, the way they believed they couldn’t exist any other way. “They were hopeless.” Seeing no other options, striving to claw back somehow, someway. “I wouldn’t ever Ascend,” she offered in exchange, in case he wanted to know.
and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
