eden dire (spearmaiden) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-11 21:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, cormac hier, eden dire, penelope abbernack, seloria cassul |
childhoods ; dire, hier, cassul, abbernack
Who: Eden Dire, Cormac Hier, Seloria Cassul, & Penelope Abbernack
What: The Early Years.
Where: Various locations.
When: Various times.
Rating: PG-13 for violence, yay.
Status: complete
"Again." Eden was tired. She was sore. She was certain something was broken somewhere. It had to have been, but she had been commanded to stand again. And so she did. Her face felt swollen, a testament to the strikes she'd endured. Her eye was puffy and her vision wasn't all that great, but she stood. Her limbs felt heavy and she was slightly dizzy, but she stood. One foot shakily slid behind her and her arms were brought up in front of her and she spit out the blood that was pouring into her mouth from the cut in her lip, and she stood. "Good, now go wash up." Her arms stayed up a beat longer, before they dropped. They'd been out in the woods for weeks, and it was much of the same for the last few days. She wasn't sure what he was trying to teach him by purely beating the shit out of her, but she was still standing and that was enough to make her feel accomplished. He tossed her a bottle which she somehow managed to catch with her aching fingers. Everything hurt. The bottle was cool, though. It was filled with the blue liquid that would give her some relief. The squire hobbled down to the lake where she managed to strip off her clothes then wade in until it was up to her waist. Then she just sat, sinking into it. The dirt muddied around her as she let the cool water wash away the blood that had caked on her skin. Today had been a long day and tomorrow would most likely be longer. She could hear her heartbeat slow and closed her eyes listening to the sounds of the water. Tomorrow would be harder, but she'd stand up again. "HIER." THWACK! "OW," YOU BITCH. The scholar exclaimed at feeling the switch hit him. "WHAT DID I DO NOW?!" he yelled at the woman who had just hit him, only to bring his arms up a moment later to protect himself. "I will have no back talk from you, sonny. I've seen worse than you come through those very doors and I've even sent a few back. I suggest you fix your attitude if you want to continue on here. Do you understand?" The woman had her silver hair pulled back in a tight grey bun and stared down her nose at him through her thick rimmed spectacles. She then lowered the switch. "You're going to go clean the public toilets." "WHAT?!" "Until they're spotless." "But!" "If I find a mar anywhere on the porcelain, you'll have to do them again." "That's not even--" "What did I say about backtalk? Or do you want to dust all the books in the library too?" He opened his mouth to tell her that there was absolutely no way he could possibly dust all the books, but closed it shut. "Good, we have an understanding." "Yes, Magister Seran." Red. That was the color of the warm liquid that splashed over her skin. She stared at the contrast, unbelieving. Her clothes were still clean. If she stuck her hands under some water the red would disappear and it would appear as if she hadn't done what she just did. It was a thought that surprised her. How could she think something like that? It was true, though. She could wash her hands and go on like she hadn't just done what she did to the man who slumped against the wall before her. A hand came to rest upon her shoulder and someone had said something, but she couldn't hear them. A thundering roar filled her ears as blood rused to her head. The hand on her shoulder gripped tighter, shaking her. "Seloria! We have to go." Could she leave him there? It was such a dishonorable way to die. Such a pitiful way to be found, but she had to leave. This was not supposed to happen, but there was nothing else she could have done. Her slippered feet left no sound on the floor as she moved behind her fellow thief. He took her hand, half dragging her out of the room and out into the street. "Keep moving," he ordered her. She had no idea where they were going, but followed. They stopped at a barrel and he took the knife from her hands and shoving it in to clean it. Then he put both her hands inside rubbing them as well. That was it wasn't it? The skin of her hands shown pale in the moonlight. There was not a drop of blood left. "Where did you get this?" the woman's voice was not scolding, but wary. The girl was so thin and deathly. She never seemed to be all there. Her eyes were hollow and when she spoke it was always very clear and concise, if she spoke at all. Something inside of her had been broken. "Why don't you just give that to me?" she asked slowly approaching her and holding out her hand. Her progress halted the moment those empty blue eyes locked with hers. "Please?" The word was posed weakly. She was frightened. Penny could see she was frightened and even switched her grip on the handle of the kitchen knife. She held it in front of her. She'd just been standing there in the kitchen, holding it. She hadn't attacked anyone. She hadn't thought of attacking anyone. The girl was simply observing how everyone around her was reacting. It was interesting. A moment later, she switched the grip again, flipping it so that the blunt end of the blade rested in the palm of her hand and the handle was held out to the woman. The woman took it carefully from her hand. "Thank you." She turned and ran out the door to the playground to play with the other children. "There's something not right about that one," came a voice from behind the woman. "Faram help her." |