DeliciousMaiden
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Inaya:
The house’s solemn silence was broken only by the occasional sound of weeping. Inaya had moved from room to room offering solace where she could, but rather than admit their own culapability, their grief turned their hostility upon her. True Inaya was young and inexperienced among her kind, yet she was talented and had forseen the attack upon their territories and the inevitable outcome. And yet they had not listened. Her warnings had fallen upon deaf ears for it had been easier to ignore her words and the consequences had been tragic and irreversible.
And if their emotions had been torn to shreds, it was Inaya who bore the intensity not only of the pain of her people, but the approaching hostility of their attackers. Hatred, violence, pain and grief; the day had been filled with it and left her exhausted and drained. Wearily she wondered past the rooms not needing to see the bodies and the families clustered round, not needing to hear the sobs of grief to understand the pain that cut like a knife through the community. Only when she came face-to-face with her younger brother did she halt and stare at him wordlessly. Even before he spoke, she knew the blame that he would throw at her.
”You could have stopped it.”
He told her flatly. Ironically his control and lack of emotion made her own tears well.
”You know I tried, Morgan. No one would listen.”
She told him reasonably.
”You should have MADE them listen!”
His voice raised in accusation then he continued derisively.
”Inaya, the great empath, you claim you want to help everyone, but when it comes to your family, your neighbours, even our very existence, then what do you do?”
It was unfair and he knew it.
”What else could I have done, Morgan, tell me … “
Inaya heard herself beg him.
”You’re right. All I ever wanted to do was to help people, to be of service, to protect … and now … “
Morgan interrupted.
”And now, Father is dead, and Marcus and so many other good men. And you know they are coming back … and what defences will we have … what future other than captivity?”
She flinched at his words. And if their attackers realised that she was an empath, what fate would befall her at their hands.
”I don’t know, Morgan.”
She told him wearily.
”I … just don’t know anymore … “
She walked away not stopping until she reached her bedchamber then securing the door fell wearily upon it and closed her eyes willing herself to block everything out. Her head throbbed and her head spun, but finally she managed to concentrate and clear her mind, seeking that peaceful plane which would allow her to rest and finally fall into the sleep that she would need so desperately tomorrow…
The house’s solemn silence was broken only by the occasional sound of weeping. Inaya had moved from room to room offering solace where she could, but rather than admit their own culapability, their grief turned their hostility upon her. True Inaya was young and inexperienced among her kind, yet she was talented and had forseen the attack upon their territories and the inevitable outcome. And yet they had not listened. Her warnings had fallen upon deaf ears for it had been easier to ignore her words and the consequences had been tragic and irreversible.
And if their emotions had been torn to shreds, it was Inaya who bore the intensity not only of the pain of her people, but the approaching hostility of their attackers. Hatred, violence, pain and grief; the day had been filled with it and left her exhausted and drained. Wearily she wondered past the rooms not needing to see the bodies and the families clustered round, not needing to hear the sobs of grief to understand the pain that cut like a knife through the community. Only when she came face-to-face with her younger brother did she halt and stare at him wordlessly. Even before he spoke, she knew the blame that he would throw at her.
”You could have stopped it.”
He told her flatly. Ironically his control and lack of emotion made her own tears well.
”You know I tried, Morgan. No one would listen.”
She told him reasonably.
”You should have MADE them listen!”
His voice raised in accusation then he continued derisively.
”Inaya, the great empath, you claim you want to help everyone, but when it comes to your family, your neighbours, even our very existence, then what do you do?”
It was unfair and he knew it.
”What else could I have done, Morgan, tell me … “
Inaya heard herself beg him.
”You’re right. All I ever wanted to do was to help people, to be of service, to protect … and now … “
Morgan interrupted.
”And now, Father is dead, and Marcus and so many other good men. And you know they are coming back … and what defences will we have … what future other than captivity?”
She flinched at his words. And if their attackers realised that she was an empath, what fate would befall her at their hands.
”I don’t know, Morgan.”
She told him wearily.
”I … just don’t know anymore … “
She walked away not stopping until she reached her bedchamber then securing the door fell wearily upon it and closed her eyes willing herself to block everything out. Her head throbbed and her head spun, but finally she managed to concentrate and clear her mind, seeking that peaceful plane which would allow her to rest and finally fall into the sleep that she would need so desperately tomorrow…