They died so long ago. We were travelling from Lindon in a small party with a warrior guard where we were beset by a large army of orcs. My ada placed my heavily pregnant Nana and me in a tree, in anticipation of the fight to come. She held her hand over my mouth so I would not make a sound. My head was buried in her chest and I could hear her heartbeat increasing in rapidity. I managed to move my head to the side and wished I had not been so curious, because I was not spared the view of my ada being hacked to pieces, no more than fifteen feet away, by a group of laughing orcs. My Nana and I were the only survivors.
Some of the horses evaded capture and when the fighting was over and the orcs gone, we climbed down the tree. We sat for hours in the tree waiting for the orcs to leave and my mother had held her tears so as not to alert any who would hear. On the ground, she saw my Ada’s mutilated body and great heaving sobs wracked her body. Still being of a practical nature, she did not allow her grief to put us in danger and we set off down the road until we saw one of the escaped horses. It came at her bidding and we set off for Lindon on the road we had previously travelled.
I did not cry, but withdrew into my self and became silent. I read the books in the library unable to interact with those around me. There was nothing to say and I did not know what to say. It was easier not to talk. My Nana became frustrated and would scream at me. She said I was unnatural. It was not my fault that I did not know how to grieve in the expected way.
Shortly after, Nana gave birth but the signs of fading were already with her. She died shortly after leaving me with a small sister. I like to think that she met my Ada again in the Halls because now I can grieve and regret the pain I unwittingly cause her by never speaking again whilst she was alive.
We went to live with a couple on a farm. We grew strong and healthy and my sister married a warrior. History repeated itself and now I am alone.
I do not want to write any more. Time does not heal it just gives us more to think about.