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Refusing the fate - Story of Ain'a

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Never again alone

The old woman smiled crookedly from her chair and extended her hand to the elf, beckoning her closer to the table where the taroka was laid out. There is a price for all things, you see no value in money, what do you have to offer me? Her heart was racing, a shaky hand reached to the rudimentary but engraved sword to her side and placed it on the table. No words were spoken at that, the raunie understood the image forming in the mind of the young girl, the sound of breaking shackles and the taste of blood. Freedom this sword had bought once and now she was paying to belong. But it was not enough, the raunie smiled as she picked up the sharp blade and inclined her head, inviting Ain'a to do the same.

Swift blade.

The long red ponytail hit the table with a click of the pearls that were threaded through it. Along with tears but she remained quiet. You wish to belong, so be it to the end. Now go, follow the path that is traced ahead and you will find what your heart desires. and on those words, Ain'a ran, leaving behind the crumbled note left by Neithu in hope to appease her when she found him gone. And she ran, deploying her legs as if the shackles had finally dropped. Eyes filled with the light of the setting sun, she ran to it, west it was, toward Mordent, but she didn't knew that. She knew that's where she would find him.

Nefensis:
Duty

Since they had walked back together to the land of Barovia, Ain'a had felt that her elf had grown, even if still sick in his body, his mind was not so much weak anymore and the storm in his heart was in control. She was at peace somewhat with that, she had made the right decision. She was being pulled from one side to the other, the desire to be with him but it meant to be near the city, away from her home of Degannwy, and her need to protect this home. Grand Father Yggdrasil had long rotted to the ground, feeding the land and it's children, as it should be so the cycle may be completed.

Her fleeting nature of care free child was slowly being replaced by this caring and calmer self, as she grew stronger. Much stronger. She was no longer the starving little elf that had stumbled out of a spider den a few years ago, she was strong and robust. Little dirty elf had learned many new things, her observations of the other elves, of the humans, there was still many things she did not understood of them but was learning to accept it. The drow were one thing, she felt she should have hated them, from what the other elves were expressing but she knew not. She did not like their skin color, it meant death, and Neithu had expressed utter disgust at them. She would have to keep an eye on them, as they often came to Degannwy.

Walk the land, be the land, Ain'a knew not the secrets of nature as others did. She was deaf to the language of the forest, her mind always elsewhere in dreams and admiration for the beauty before her eyes. Often she would hunt the bear, hunt the deer, for the simple fact of eating them and feeding her friends, dressing herself with their flesh and bones for ornaments. There was more to it, she knew. In her dreams she would ride the large mountain bear into battle, axe low to cut the heads of her enemies. It made her laugh greatly. Victory over enemies.. she would have it. She would not let the human or the undead stain her home. She understood that, among other things. Whomever is a threat to Degannwy, no matter what their true nature may be, were to be dealt with. So it would be. Never again would she fear for her home.

Nefensis:
Depression

And she waits and she waits. Before she called it guarding, as a stone gargoyle by Degannwy's bridge. Blade near her hand, the keeper watches, but not so much for enemies this time. She couldnt find him, none would help her find him. None cared. For nights she explored the city, that wicked pile of rocks that she hated so. Long corridors of stone boxes they called homes. Spying out the window for a peek at her elf, all she would see were Barovian families in their misery. It made her sad, it confused her mind. Matchbox theater of a life she knew nothing about and still no elf. She found another inn, akin to the Lady's rest. No outlanders in that one, all barovians, dirty and grim, giving her nastier glare than ever before. After quickly assessing the room, she ran off into the dark, he was not here that she could tell.

She ran and ran, obsession filling her mind. She was in love, she was afraid, so many complex emotions that she hated so, it made her cry and sick to her stomach. Once more into the woods, after distancing the giant rats that were after her, she removed her clothes and tossed them away, all of it made her feel dirty. Humans and elves all the same acting without honor, destroying the life that was given to them, using their time to shorten it. She too at that point, her simple mind, overwhelmed, collapsed. She knew, all he wanted was to love her, but he stopped himself from doing so. He wouldn't allow himself happiness, he enjoyed his self-destruction, he enjoyed the pain, that horrible concept of taking one's own life came to her mind and she couldn't stop him. Coming back to the city was the worst decision he had ever made and he knew all along where it would lead, she knew it too, but freedom came with a price.

Freedom.. in her reverie she is perfectly happy, sun warming her face, lazying in a green field. She felt full and wonderful. Simple dreams for a simple girl. Outside the dream her body was battered by the Barovian rain and her tears.

Nefensis:
High

The cheers, the yells, the laughers. Something she never figured would be for her. All the noise she had learned to hate now sounded so melodious to the ear. Delightful screams of victory, boosting her pride and ego the size of a mountain and she loved it. All the voices melted into one big clamor, but she didn't care. For a few moments, she was some kind of hero. The falknovian man had fallen, the big, the tall, the beastly man, twice her size. She felt their strength were both similar and whom was to win would be sheer luck of the moment, she tried to have him see that factor but he would not have it. Hitting her after baiting her with a gesture of peace. She could have stricken back but she didn't felt the need for it. Others ran at him, his reputation was off already and he was so mad, he nearly got himself killed. She knew that look in the eyes of a man that has nothing to live for. They tend to be angry and short lived.

But why, life has so many things worth living for. Neithu of all people, she recalls, was telling her such. Life is worth living, that's all. There was nothing else to it. She never considered life not worth living, the whole concept of killing oneself was still horrifying to her. Such an act denoted weakness beyond anything she had ever known. Even now the brothers knew, that she would slay the one that would kill the other. It would be committing suicide to do so, now at least they could stop blaming their dead father for having to work together and not lower themselves to murder. It was the right thing to do she felt.

An elf repeated to her the words of the bounty, it was a lot of money they said. Could she do it? Yes.. we will do it she replied in her chittering voice, but together, many of us, we will go, take him and bring him to the city folks. But not for the coins, useless that buys nothing. That cheering, that screaming and the glances filled with wonder and amazement, she wanted it from the city, for her people, respect. She would do it for that. A good payment, yes.

Nefensis:
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