Gilded Cage

Ten years before the fire... [[Screams echo in the night]]

The night is cold, silent. A corpse laid dead at the feet of the moon. In an isolated temple, a woman screams. The sisters leap forward to hold her down on the bed. She thrashes and wails like a lamb brought to the altar as a sacrifice. She cries out for the mercy of the Gods. Alas, they do not answer. A thunder echoes from outside the marble walls as a baby cries for the first time. The High Priestess rushes to tend to the baby. The woman can only collapse on the mattress and watch helplessly as her own flesh and blood is carried away from her. She reaches out with what little power she has left. The sisters shush her and pin her back down while she weeps into the sweat-drenched pillow. "Ydris, you need to rest," They repeat those words like a mantra, a hypnotizing rhythm that lulled her to sleep-. "I need my child," Ydris shakes her head stubbornly "Give me my baby." They look down upon her with disapproval. Like she is a child, foolish, naive, in constant need of guidance and chastisement. "I am no child," she wants to scream at them "I am a mother now. I have a child of my own." Blood is dripping down her thighs, yet the physical pain is meaningless before the terror clawing at her gut. Where have they taken her baby? What are they doing that is taking so long? I made a mistake. But have I not paid for it already? Have I not bled? Kill me, but give me my baby first. Let me know how they feel in my arms before you tie your gilded whip around my neck. Perhaps she has voiced her frantic thoughts aloud because a thread of pity suddenly flickers in the air. She cares not for it, however, because soon enough the High Priestess comes back in the room. She frowns in disapproval at the tears dripping down her cheeks. A sound almost reminiscent of a scoff escapes the Priestess as she hands her baby over. Ydris does not care for her judgement. Not the gates of Hell could strike terror in her heart at the moment. [[At last, her son is in her arms...]] [[At last, her daughter is in her arms...]] [[At last, her child is in her arms...]]

(set: $they to "he")(set: $their to "his")(set: $them to "him") (set: $theirs to "his")(set: $child to "son")(set: $child2 to "boy")(set: $adult to "man") Her $child sobs against her chest and it is the most beautiful sight Ydris has ever borne witness to. She weeps at the sight and leans down to place a kiss on $their forehead. The baby still fusses against her breast, but she swears the wrinkles on $their face relax ever so softly. How can this be a sin? How can it be wrong for such warmth to blossom in her chest? Certainly the Gods cannot look down upon love. But if it is, she would have made the same mistake a thousand times over to get to this moment. The High Priestess frowns as the mother beams down at her $child. "Did you and the..." she hesitates before uttering the word, as if it was a sacrilege to even speak of it within these halls "...father decide on a name?" Ydris nods. [["We wanted to name our baby..."]]

(set: $they to "she")(set: $their to "her")(set: $them to "her") (set: $theirs to "hers")(set: $child to "daughter")(set: $child2 to "girl")(set: $adult to "woman") Her $child sobs against her chest and it is the most beautiful sight Ydris has ever borne witness to. She weeps at the sight and leans down to place a kiss on $their forehead. The baby still fusses against her breast, but she swears the wrinkles on $their face relax ever so softly. How can this be a sin? How can it be wrong for such warmth to blossom in her chest? Certainly the Gods cannot look down upon love. But if it is, she would have made the same mistake a thousand times over to get to this moment. The High Priestess frowns as the mother beams down at her $child. "Did you and the..." she hesitates before uttering the word, as if it was a sacrilege to even speak of it within these halls "...father decide on a name?" Ydris nods. [["We wanted to name our baby..."]]

(set: $they to "they")(set: $their to "their")(set: $them to "them") (set: $theirs to "theirs")(set: $child to "child")(set: $child2 to "child")(set: $adult to "person") Her $child sobs against her chest and it is the most beautiful sight Ydris has ever borne witness to. She weeps at the sight and leans down to place a kiss on $their forehead. The baby still fusses against her breast, but she swears the wrinkles on $their face relax ever so softly. How can this be a sin? How can it be wrong for such warmth to blossom in her chest? Certainly the Gods cannot look down upon love. But if it is, she would have made the same mistake a thousand times over to get to this moment. The High Priestess frowns as the mother beams down at her $child. "Did you and the..." she hesitates before uttering the word, as if it was a sacrilege to even speak of it within these halls "...father decide on a name?" Ydris nods. [["We wanted to name our baby..."]]

(set: $name to (prompt: [Your name, please:], "Unknown")) "Welcome to the world, little $name," she smiles down at the baby. Her heart almost stops in her chest when $their eyelashes flutter open. The baby looks up at her, a bright smile on $their lips. One Ydris cannot resist but replicate. "So much like him..." she mumbles to herself "You even have the same eyes. Such a..." [[Dazzling blue]] [[Enchanting green]] [[Warm brown]] [[Deep gray]] [[Bright hazel]]

(set: $eyecolor to "blue") Her eyes wander up to the top of her baby's head. A few thin strands of hair cling to $their forehead. You have his hair even, she marvels. [[Blonde like wheat]] [[Brown like the soil of the earth]] [[Red like the fire of the hearth]] [[Black like the feathers of ravens]]

(set: $eyecolor to "green") Her eyes wander up to the top of her baby's head. A few thin strands of hair cling to $their forehead. You have his hair even, she marvels. [[Blonde like wheat]] [[Brown like the soil of the earth]] [[Red like the fire of the hearth]] [[Black like the feathers of ravens]]

(set: $eyecolor to "brown") Her eyes wander up to the top of her baby's head. A few thin strands of hair cling to $their forehead. You have his hair even, she marvels. [[Blonde like wheat]] [[Brown like the soil of the earth]] [[Red like the fire of the hearth]] [[Black like the feathers of ravens]]

(set: $eyecolor to "gray") Her eyes wander up to the top of her baby's head. A few thin strands of hair cling to $their forehead. You have his hair even, she marvels. [[Blonde like wheat]] [[Brown like the soil of the earth]] [[Red like the fire of the hearth]] [[Black like the feathers of ravens]]

(set: $eyecolor to "hazel") Her eyes wander up to the top of her baby's head. A few thin strands of hair cling to $their forehead. You have his hair even, she marvels. [[Blonde like wheat]] [[Brown like the soil of the earth]] [[Red like the fire of the hearth]] [[Black like the feathers of ravens]]

(set: $haircolor to "blond") How many nights had she threaded her fingers through strands just like this while Marcus caressed the bump of her belly? "What do you think $name will look like?" she had mumbled, head laid on his chest. His heartbeat, slow yet constant, made her eyes flutter closed. She instinctively sought out his warmth, clinging to him like vines were wrapped around him. Marcus only hummed and absentmindedly threaded his fingers through her hair. "Like me, of course," he proclaimed with a devilish glint in his $eye eyes "I am the most handsome one after all." Ydris scoffed and replied to the joke by yanking the pillow from beneath his head. Before Marcus could protest, he was silenced by that very same pillow coming down to slap him across the face. He threw his head back and laughed while Ydris took the chance to get on top of him and bring the pillow down on his face again. He let out a dramatic gasp and slumped against the bed, pretending she had struck him dead. "I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out "You are the victor, my love." Ydris rolled her eyes, but let the pillow fall to the side all the same. She raised her chin and gazed down at him triumphantly. "I always win," she boasted. "Indeed, you do. My wife always win," His wife. The word still sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks were burning red and she could only pray that the darkness of the night would hide how a single word had reduced her to a flustered mess. Her prayers went unanswered as usual. Marcus smirked-a thoroughly smug expression that urged her to hit him with the pillow once more. But then his hands were wrapped around her waist and silly little things like brain function were swiftly discarded. "I am only jesting, you know," he leaned forward until his breath was fanning over her lips. "My wife is the image of a goddess," It was a cold night. But when his lips met hers, she felt warm. [[Marcus had been right after all]]

(set: $haircolor to "brown") How many nights had she threaded her fingers through strands just like this while Marcus caressed the bump of her belly? "What do you think $name will look like?" she had mumbled, head laid on his chest. His heartbeat, slow yet constant, made her eyes flutter closed. She instinctively sought out his warmth, clinging to him like vines were wrapped around him. Marcus only hummed and absentmindedly threaded his fingers through her hair. "Like me, of course," he proclaimed with a devilish glint in his $eye eyes "I am the most handsome one after all." Ydris scoffed and replied to the joke by yanking the pillow from beneath his head. Before Marcus could protest, he was silenced by that very same pillow coming down to slap him across the face. He threw his head back and laughed while Ydris took the chance to get on top of him and bring the pillow down on his face again. He let out a dramatic gasp and slumped against the bed, pretending she had struck him dead. "I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out "You are the victor, my love." Ydris rolled her eyes, but let the pillow fall to the side all the same. She raised her chin and gazed down at him triumphantly. "I always win," she boasted. "Indeed, you do. My wife always win," His wife. The word still sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks were burning red and she could only pray that the darkness of the night would hide how a single word had reduced her to a flustered mess. Her prayers went unanswered as usual. Marcus smirked-a thoroughly smug expression that urged her to hit him with the pillow once more. But then his hands were wrapped around her waist and silly little things like brain function were swiftly discarded. "I am only jesting, you know," he leaned forward until his breath was fanning over her lips. "My wife is the image of a goddess," It was a cold night. But when his lips met hers, she felt warm. [[Marcus had been right after all]]

(set: $haircolor to "red") How many nights had she threaded her fingers through strands just like this while Marcus caressed the bump of her belly? "What do you think $name will look like?" she had mumbled, head laid on his chest. His heartbeat, slow yet constant, made her eyes flutter closed. She instinctively sought out his warmth, clinging to him like vines were wrapped around him. Marcus only hummed and absentmindedly threaded his fingers through her hair. "Like me, of course," he proclaimed with a devilish glint in his $eye eyes "I am the most handsome one after all." Ydris scoffed and replied to the joke by yanking the pillow from beneath his head. Before Marcus could protest, he was silenced by that very same pillow coming down to slap him across the face. He threw his head back and laughed while Ydris took the chance to get on top of him and bring the pillow down on his face again. He let out a dramatic gasp and slumped against the bed, pretending she had struck him dead. "I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out "You are the victor, my love." Ydris rolled her eyes, but let the pillow fall to the side all the same. She raised her chin and gazed down at him triumphantly. "I always win," she boasted. "Indeed, you do. My wife always win," His wife. The word still sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks were burning red and she could only pray that the darkness of the night would hide how a single word had reduced her to a flustered mess. Her prayers went unanswered as usual. Marcus smirked-a thoroughly smug expression that urged her to hit him with the pillow once more. But then his hands were wrapped around her waist and silly little things like brain function were swiftly discarded. "I am only jesting, you know," he leaned forward until his breath was fanning over her lips. "My wife is the image of a goddess," It was a cold night. But when his lips met hers, she felt warm. [[Marcus had been right after all]]

(set: $haircolor to "black") How many nights had she threaded her fingers through strands just like this while Marcus caressed the bump of her belly? "What do you think $name will look like?" she had mumbled, head laid on his chest. His heartbeat, slow yet constant, made her eyes flutter closed. She instinctively sought out his warmth, clinging to him like vines were wrapped around him. Marcus only hummed and absentmindedly threaded his fingers through her hair. "Like me, of course," he proclaimed with a devilish glint in his $eye eyes "I am the most handsome one after all." Ydris scoffed and replied to the joke by yanking the pillow from beneath his head. Before Marcus could protest, he was silenced by that very same pillow coming down to slap him across the face. He threw his head back and laughed while Ydris took the chance to get on top of him and bring the pillow down on his face again. He let out a dramatic gasp and slumped against the bed, pretending she had struck him dead. "I surrender! I surrender!" he cried out "You are the victor, my love." Ydris rolled her eyes, but let the pillow fall to the side all the same. She raised her chin and gazed down at him triumphantly. "I always win," she boasted. "Indeed, you do. My wife always win," His wife. The word still sent a shiver down her spine. Her cheeks were burning red and she could only pray that the darkness of the night would hide how a single word had reduced her to a flustered mess. Her prayers went unanswered as usual. Marcus smirked-a thoroughly smug expression that urged her to hit him with the pillow once more. But then his hands were wrapped around her waist and silly little things like brain function were swiftly discarded. "I am only jesting, you know," he leaned forward until his breath was fanning over her lips. "My wife is the image of a goddess," It was a cold night. But when his lips met hers, she felt warm. [[Marcus had been right after all]]

The baby looks just like him. Ydris wants to chuckle, to find the humor in the tragedy. And yet all she can taste on her tongue is bitterness. He will never know their $child is his spitting image. He will never even know how Ydris bled for six hours to bring them into the world. He will never know what $their laugh sounds like, what $they feels like in his arms, if $they likes oranges or apples. All these moments that they had dreamed of sharing together are now lost. Perhaps that is all they had ever been. A dream. A fantasy she was foolish enough to believe in once- if she had ever truly stopped. One of the sisters places a hand on her shoulder. "Rest," she urges Ydris "The High Priestess wishes to speak with you at dawn." Ydris stiffens. She holds her baby tighter against her chest. "You won't take $them from me," "Sister Ydris, don't be irrational-," The sister reaches out to take the baby, but her hand stills in the air when Ydris fixes her with a stare harsh enough to kill. "I am going to bite your hand off before I give my $child to you. I am keeping $them right here with me," The sisters try to persude her otherwise, but not once does she bend or break. Eventually, even they give up on trying to separate the mother from her baby. Ydris does not sleep that night, fearing if she does, it will be the last time she sees $them. [[The next day...]]

"You have brought shame upon us all," There is no warmth to be found in the eyes of the High Priestess. Only scorn and disappointment. Ydris has long grown used to the stares. Ever since hiding her pregnancy became a futile task, the sisters have been gazing upon her like she is the dirt beneath her feet. She had spent the first few months locked away in her room, tears streaming down her face as her hands were raised in prayer. But the time for tears is long gone. She is a mother now and she must stand up. If not for herself, then for her $child, who is currently sleeping peacefully in her arms. "You are a sworn maiden of Vharra. Or rather you were one..." The Priestess's judgemental eyes fall down on the baby in her arms. Ydris pulls $them closer to her chest, as if trying to shield $them from the cruelty of the world. Her $child is too young, too small to be exposed to such malice. Ydris wants to hide her away and protect her from it for as long as she can. "Don't look at me like that," the Priestess lowers her tone until it barely more than a whisper "You brought this upon yourself. Even if you had to fall victim to your lower instincts, why did it have to be one of them?" The Priestess heaves a sigh of frustration. She collapses down on her chair, perhaps the least elegant Ydris had ever seen her. "By the Gods..." she rubs the bridge of her nose. "You do know what the punishment is for breaking your chastity vow, do you not?" Ydris blinks the tears away from her eyes and nods. [["Death,"]]

There was only one other instance of a woman breaking her oaths that Ydris knew of. She had been young then, only five years of age. Yet they had still made her watch as they tied the chains around the sobbing woman's feet and threw her off the cliff. "If the Gods decide to forgive her, she will not sink," the Priestess had explained, expression blank, void of any sympathy for the woman's tears. The waves down below swallowed the woman whole and she never reached the surface again. Her screams haunted Ydris in her nightmares for years after. "And I will accept my punishment with as much dignity as I can," Despite her best efforts, her voice has the slightest of quivers. "All I ask is that my $child is not punished for my trangressions," The High Priestess seems to relax at that. For the first time in many moons, she looks at Ydris with something other than disgust. "It is good that you recognize your sins. It is the first step towards repenting for them. Because I unfortunately cannot punish you," "I don't understand-," Ydris furrowed her eyebrows. "A different fate awaits you. Your things have been packed up already and the carriage is waiting for you. Be swift. The Elders await for you," [[Her heart stopped at the sound of that]]

The journey was long and arduous, slowed down by the thunderstorms and muddy roads. The carriage, driven forth by three horses, struggled to wade through the sharp turns and rocky ground of the mountains. Ydris had never been so high up before. She clings to her baby, her only source of comfort in this maddening world. She fusses over them for hours on end. They are growing quickly. Her $child's smile and nonsensical mumblings have become her only stable companion. [[The journey itself might have been tiring, but it was their arrival at the temple that shook her to the bone.]]

The temple stands above her head like a titan. Twelve statues line up the staircase and faithfully guard the entrance, one for each of the Gods. With every step that brings her closer to the large bronze door, she feels her heart pounding in her chest. The baby in her arms cries. The wind is fierce. It cuts through the night like a dagger. She wraps the blanket tighter around it and places a kiss on its forehead. Finally, she gathers the courage to knock at the door. But before she can even raise her fist, it opens on its own. An Elder stares at her and then down at the baby. She feels her throat closing. She wants to ask if they were waiting for her, if they knew she was coming. But the answer is so clear that she does not dare even voice her question. The gaze of the Elder upon her is stifling. Draped in their long white cloaks, faces hidden away by marble masks, they almost resemble the thespians they used to watch at the theater with her family. She used to be terrified of them. These faceless figures that roamed the edges of the village and smelled of smokey bay leaves. They lived beneath their temples where the sunlight rarely reached them. When they ventured out, it was seen as a sign of misfortune. Their prophecies often spoke of horrible famines that would cause half your friends to die of famine or cruel bandits coming down from the East to plunder and steal and destroy. 'Be respectful to the Elders. They converse with the Gods. Be kind to them and perhaps the Gods will be good to us,'' her mother used to chastise her before the famine took her too. Ydris has at last found the wisdom in her mother's words. The Elders might be peculiar and unsettling, but they are a familiar terror. They are a piece of her culture, of her life that the invaders will never be able to take away. "Welcome, child of the Ancient Ones," the Elder's disembodied voice makes her blood freeze in her veins "Come on in. The Gods await." Ydris does not want to. But it is either the Elders or the endless depths of the ocean. Either this or leaving her only $child an orphan, all alone in this world, just like Ydris had been after her own mother passed. [[With a racing heart, she stepped into the temple.]]

Five years before the fire... [[A soft humming awakes you]]

The Temple of Eclipse is cold, even during the warmest of seasons. The Elders claim it's because traces of Gods trail through the halls. You have long grown accustomed to sleeping under a mountain of furs. Your mother would have it no other way. She insists she could not take it if her only $child grew sick with fever and withered away. The Elders agree with her, though you suspect it is for different reasons entirely. [[You don't mind since you get cold quite easily]] [[You think they are overreacting. The cold has never bothered you anyway]]

(set: $coldlike to "true") Yet despite your best attempts, they have yet to relent. If your mother is one thing, that is stubborn as a mule. You are awoken by soft humming that morning- as you are every day. Your mother has developed the habit of singing in the morning. She claims there is no better way to wake up than with a song. So, once again, her voice fills your chambers as she goes around opening the window curtains, allowing for sunlight to slip through. [[You smile as you hear her singing. It is one of your favourite parts of the day]] [[You find it sickeningly sweet. And you mean that in the worst way possible. Still, you have kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to upset your mother]] [[It annoys you and you have been honest to your mother about how you feel]] [[You don't feel anything in particular about it. It is just another thing your mom does]]

The smile on your own face makes your mother beam even more. Every day she comes to you with new rhymes and wordplays that draw giggles out of your mouth. She takes it as a challenge almost, to find a new way to make you laugh every day. One you happily participate in. She is moving to the rhythm as she sets out your clothes for the day. After your outfit is laid out, your mother makes her way over to you. You notice she has brought a tray of food with her. That makes you stop in your tracks for a moment. Usually, you have to complete your morning prayers before breakfast. Even then, your mother tends to demand you eat the dining hall. She insists it is important for any young $adult to have proper table manners. Though the Elder must not have learned that as kids because they rarely ever step foot in the dining room. You can only assume the Elders dine in their own rooms. If they eat at all, that is. Come to think of it, you have never actually seen them eat or drink. Your mother places a kiss on your forehead before placing the breakfast before you in bed. Another peculiarity. Your mother would rather be caught dead than allow crumbs to fall on the bed. You look down at the plate before you. You have been presented with a variety of fruits, bread and honey. Honey is very difficult to come by in the temple. You only get it on your birthday. Something is definitely off. Your mother seats herself down besides you on the bed. She winks as she reaches out and steals a strawberry from your plate. [[You decide to ask]] [[Your mother will explain to you later. Now you have one thing in mind. Food]]

For now, she remains completely unaware of your hidden feelings. You barely resist the urge to roll your eyes while she starts laying out your clothes for the day, not ceasing her song even for a moment. After your outfit is laid out, your mother makes her way over to you. You notice she has brought a tray of food with her. That makes you stop in your tracks for a moment. Usually, you have to complete your morning prayers before breakfast. Even then, your mother tends to demand you eat the dining hall. She insists it is important for any young $adult to have proper table manners. Though the Elder must not have learned that as kids because they rarely ever step foot in the dining room. You can only assume the Elders dine in their own rooms. If they eat at all, that is. Come to think of it, you have never actually seen them eat or drink. Your mother places a kiss on your forehead before placing the breakfast before you in bed. Another peculiarity. Your mother would rather be caught dead than allow crumbs to fall on the bed. You look down at the plate before you. You have been presented with a variety of fruits, bread and honey. Honey is very difficult to come by in the temple. You only get it on your birthday. Something is definitely off. Your mother seats herself down besides you on the bed. She winks as she reaches out and steals a strawberry from your plate. [[You decide to ask]] [[Your mother will explain to you later. Now you have one thing in mind. Food]]

You simply yawn and stretch your limbs while she continues on with her song. You watch her as she hums the lyrics to an old folklore song and chooses your clothes for the day. After your outfit is laid out, your mother makes her way over to you. You notice she has brought a tray of food with her. That makes you stop in your tracks for a moment. Usually, you have to complete your morning prayers before breakfast. Even then, your mother tends to demand you eat the dining hall. She insists it is important for any young $adult to have proper table manners. Though the Elder must not have learned that as kids because they rarely ever step foot in the dining room. You can only assume the Elders dine in their own rooms. If they eat at all, that is. Come to think of it, you have never actually seen them eat or drink. Your mother places a kiss on your forehead before placing the breakfast before you in bed. Another peculiarity. Your mother would rather be caught dead than allow crumbs to fall on the bed. You look down at the plate before you. You have been presented with a variety of fruits, bread and honey. Honey is very difficult to come by in the temple. You only get it on your birthday. Something is definitely off. Your mother seats herself down besides you on the bed. She winks as she reaches out and steals a strawberry from your plate. [[You decide to ask]] [[Your mother will explain to you later. Now you have one thing in mind. Food]]

A look of guilt collapses over your mother's face when the realization dawns on her. She plasters a forced smile on her lips and mumbles a soft apology. She had promised to stop, but sometimes she still slips up and forgets herself. She sets out the rest of your clothing in an awkward silence. After your outfit is laid out, your mother makes her way over to you. You notice she has brought a tray of food with her. That makes you stop in your tracks for a moment. Usually, you have to complete your morning prayers before breakfast. Even then, your mother tends to demand you eat the dining hall. She insists it is important for any young $adult to have proper table manners. Though the Elder must not have learned that as kids because they rarely ever step foot in the dining room. You can only assume the Elders dine in their own rooms. If they eat at all, that is. Come to think of it, you have never actually seen them eat or drink. Your mother places a kiss on your forehead before placing the breakfast before you in bed. Another peculiarity. Your mother would rather be caught dead than allow crumbs to fall on the bed. You look down at the plate before you. You have been presented with a variety of fruits, bread and honey. Honey is very difficult to come by in the temple. You only get it on your birthday. Something is definitely off. Your mother seats herself down besides you on the bed. She winks as she reaches out and steals a strawberry from your plate. [[You decide to ask]] [[Your mother will explain to you later. Now you have one thing in mind. Food]]

"Mom, is something the matter?" you ask her, tilting your head in confusion. "No, no. Nothing is the matter, darling," your mom giggles and boops your nose. She takes a piece of bread and starts layering the honey over it. She turns to you with a grin. "You want a bite or shall I eat it all myself?" Her pitiful attempt to change the subject would be hilarious, if it was not so irritating. "Mom," There is a small moment of silence before your mother lets out a small sigh. "I can never hide anything from you, can I, honey?" she boops your nose. [["I want you to do something for mama, alright?"]]

Questions can wait.Food comes first. You have your priorities in order. You dive right into your plate of delicacies. A generous dose of honey has been spread over the large slice of bread. It shines like gold beaneath the sunlight and you can't help but let some drool drip down your chin. Your mother clicks her tongue disapprovingly. Your cheeks warm and you are quick to wipe the drool off your face. Despite your best efforts and your mother's side glances, you find that your manners disappear when the sweet taste of honey melts away in your mouth. Your mother says nothing while you sink your teeth into the bread and accidentally get crumbs over the covers. But you can see she is struggling to hold herself back. Breakfast goes on in peace. Every once in a while, your mother sneakily steals a berry from your plate. Then, when you protest meekly, she peppers your face with kisses to distract you. "Mama, stop!" you whine, face scrunched up while giggles spill out of your mouth. Your mother chuckles. She beams at you and presses another kiss on your nose before pulling back. Once breakfast is done, you turn to your mother. Her smile collapses as she stares back at you. She clears her throat and reaches for your hands, squeezing them softly. [["I want you to do something for mama, alright?"]]

You are taken aback. It is not like your mother to ask for favours. For as long as you have known her, she has avoided them like a plague. You can't resist your curiosity. "What favour?" Your mother winces, but the crease of her eyebrows relaxes once she sees your reaction is not one of outright refusal. "Well... there is this girl. She is around your age and more importantly she is blessed by the Gods. Just like you," Blessed. It is a word you have heard many, many times in your life. From your mother, from the Elders. You are a blessing. A Favoured of the Gods. It saved her life, your mother confessed to you once. Her sacrilege was forgiven because she brought a blessed child forth. To be a blessing is to be important. It means you are fated to be something important. You know that because it has been repeated in your ear since you can remember yourself. You understand it in the same way that mortals grasp divinity. Only in vague notions and whispers of grandour. [[You sometimes doubt is you are a true blessing. You don't feel all that important]] [[You are proud of yourself and your fate. You don't know exactly what is it, but you are sure it will be grand]] [[Your fate scares you. The tales of myth your mother tells you late at night often end in tragedy. You worry that will be your ending too]] [[You are not quite sure how you feel about your fate yet. You are too young to understand the meaning of it]]

(set: $fatefeelings to "fear")Your mother oftens puts you to sleep at night by recounting the tales of other blessed champions. You are deeply intimate with their legends, their achievements, their almost inhuman capabilities. By around your age, Atreus the Wolfkin was living amongst the animals, commanding the herds of wild beasts. to rebel against the tyrannical nymphs of the woods. Ilya, the Golden Lady, was creating stars and constellations while helping her father, God of the Sun, bring dawn forth every morning. Othela the Darkling was weaving shadow threads and using them to take revenge on the ones who strangled her mother. Your mother keeps telling you your fate will be fulfilled eventually. Not all epic heroes had magic of course, but they all shared in one aspect. They changed the world. For better or worse. You don't feel ready to change the world. [[You wonder how the new girl feels about her fate]]]

(set: $fatefeelings to "proud")You raise your head proudly at the mention of your fate. You have heard it a thousand times before, but it never gets old. Your mother has made sure to teach you all about the epic heroes, who were blessed by the Gods, as you are. Atreus the Wolfkin who was the strongest and most fierce man to have ever walked the earth, capable of carrying mountains on his shoulders with ease. Ilya, the Golden Lady, who made wings out of sunrays so she could fly and bring sunlight to every corner of the earth. Othela the Darkling who crafted shadows and gifted one to each human so they would never be alone. You will be as great as them one day. Perhaps even greater! One day tales and legends will be weaved about your achievements. You just know it. [[You wonder how the new girl feels about her fate]]

(set: $fatefeelings to "insecure")You are deeply intimate with the myths of legend. Iconizations of them are carved into the marble walls of the temple. Once they fascinated you. Now they strike terror in your heart. When you close your eyes, you can see Atreus the Wolfkin being driven feral by the machinations of the labyrinth until he ate his own children. Ilya, the Golden Lady, being sentenced to a thousand and one days of reliving her death in different ways. Othela the Darkling being consumed by the shadows she had created, forced to crumble away every dawn, only to be put back together at dusk. What is there to envy? What is there to admire? What is there to desire? Will that be your fate too? To reach the top of the world only to be torn apart by the wolves and vipers of fate? You want no part in it. You can't help but feel pity for the girl who has now been sentenced to the same constant teror as you. [[You wonder how the new girl feels about her fate]]

(set: $fatefeelings to "uncertainty")So many grand notions of fate and destiny and divinity.... You barely understand any of it! The Elders insist you must understand the gravity of your fate, of accepting it as something firm and inevitable. You can barely read and they expect you to understand the meaning of fate. You have tried. You swear you have. But you just cannot. It is too confusing for you. Even attempting to register the convoluted riddles of the Elders leaves you with a raging headache. You have heard the tales of other heroes of course. Your mother whispers them to you every night before placing a kiss on your forehead and tucking you in for bed. While you are glad to know more about people like you, the stories have not managed to pierce through your uncertainty. Atreus the Wolfkin may have been an admirable leader and a fierce warrior, but his end was also a grim one with him being driven insane and cannibalizing his own infant children. Ilya, the Golden Lady, was loved by all for bring the sunlight to the world, yet there was no mercy for her when she was sentenced to relive her death one thousand and one times. Othela the Darkling was feared and revered by all who crossed her path, but her own powers detroyed her in the end, dooming her to an eternal cycle of death and life. Is it really worth it to have a life of glory only to end in pain? Maybe. You are not sure yet. [[You wonder how the new girl feels about her fate]]

Your mother gives you a moment for her question to sink in before continuing. "She will be arriving today. And I think it would be good for you to spend some time with someone your age," Your mother's voice is soft, hesitant. As if she does not wish to scare you away. "When I was raised at the temple, it was lonely," The same dim glint clouds over your mother's eyes when she recounts stories from her childhood. It is not something she discusses often. It is almost like an open wound in her chest. Her heart bleeds out every time she has to mention it. "My mother had just passed away. My father had left years ago. And no one would take in a penniless orphans. No one except the Sisters of Salt," She reaches out and pushes a strand of your $haircolor hair behind your ear. Her thumb tenderly caresses over your cheek. "I was alone," she mumbles, voice lighter than a feather "I was surrounded by people, yet I was alone. I don't want that fate for you. Or for the poor girl coming here." She tilts your chin up and forces you to meet her gaze. Her eyes look red like she may cry. "It would mean a lot to me if you would try to be welcoming," [["What if she does not like me?"]] [["What is she like?"]] [["Will she want to be my friend?"]] [["I will do it," truthfully you are not too interested, but you can't say no to your mother when she is almost pleading you]] [["Of course, I will," you beam. You want to meet the new girl regardless. It will be good to have more friends]]

This may be your one substantial chance to make a friend. What will you do if she finds you despisable? If she thinks you are stupid or that your breath stinks? You may be alone, but perhaps loneliness is preferable over being rejected. A sad smile dawns over your mother's lips. She caresses your cheek, looking down at you with warmth in her eyes. "You are a wonder," she mumbles "And I know you don't believe me because I am your mother and all that. But believe me when I say she will love you. And you deserved to be loved." [["What is she like?"]] [["Will she want to be my friend?"]] [["I will do it," truthfully you are not too interested, but you can't say no to your mother when she is almost pleading you]] [["Of course, I will," you beam. You want to meet the new girl regardless. It will be good to have more friends]]

(set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation") Your mother heaves a sigh of relief. She beams at you, her face glowing with the brightness of a thousand suns. You can't help but return her smile. You are not particularly excited to meet the new girl, but it is worth it to see your mom so happy. "Thank you. I will get you an extra portion of dessert after dinner," She threads her fingers through your $haircolor color and messes it up playfully. You complain and mumble disapprovingly, but she silences you with a kiss on the cheek. "I-I... sorry if I came off a bit too strong. I am just excited for you to get some friends your age." [["I don't want friends," you say and you mean it]] [["I don't want friends," you don't really mean it, but you don't want to come off as desperate,"]] [["I would like to have a friend..." you admit bashfully]] [["Yeah," you beam up at her "I am going to have a friend."]]

(set: $newgirlfeelings to "excitement")Your mother shares in your enthusiam. She leans forward and places a kiss on your nose while you grumble and wine. A bright grin rests on her lips when she pulls back. "I knew you would say that," she enthused "I-I... sorry if I came off a bit too strong. I am just excited for you to get some friends your age." [["I don't want friends," you say and you mean it]] [["I don't want friends," you don't really mean it, but you don't want to come off as desperate,"]] [["I would like to have a friend..." you admit bashfully]] [["Yeah," you beam up at her "I am going to have a friend."]]

(set: $wisl to "true")"Her name is Helena. The Elders say she is a very sweet girl. Her father is a merchant. Her favourite season is summer and she likes to swim in the ocean. That is all I know about her," There is a tentative pause and you can tell your mother is questioning whether to share the next part. Finally, she seems to make her decision "...her life has been uprooted. She has lost her parents. She is a stranger amongst strangers. We are used to the Elders because that is all we have ever known. But the same is not true for her," "I just..." she takes a deep breath "I am just asking you to please be gentle." [["What if she does not like me?"]] [["Will she want to be my friend?"]] [["I will do it," truthfully you are not too interested, but you can't say no to your mother when she is almost pleading you]] [["Of course, I will," you beam. You want to meet the new girl regardless. It will be good to have more friends]]

Your voice tremors ever so lightly. Your mother smiles warmly down at you. "Why would she not? You are a lovely $child2. She will adore you. Just like I do," You are grateful for her reassurance. But you can't help yourself from thinking that perhaps your own mother is not the best judge in this specific subject. [["What if she does not like me?"]] [["What is she like?"]] [["I will do it," truthfully you are not too interested, but you can't say no to your mother when she is almost pleading you]] [["Of course, I will," you beam. You want to meet the new girl regardless. It will be good to have more friends]]

(set: $friendshipfeelings to "disinterest")Your mother does not seem too bothered by your answer. "Just give it a chance," she urges you "Everything is worth trying at least once." [["Now, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, shall we?"]]

(set: $friendshipfeelings to "wantfriendobviousbashful") Your answer makes your mother smile widely. "Then I am very glad to see we agree," she dramatically custries, making you giggle and your cheeks warm up. [["Now, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, shall we?"]]

(set: $friendshipfeelings to "wantfriendsecret")You try your best to conceal your feelings, but there is no point in hiding away from your mother. She kneels down so that her eyes are on the same level as yours. "It is alright to want companionship," she reassures you "I was very lonely as a child. I know what it's like. And I am glad you will have someone except from me. I can't be here forever after all." The idea your mother won't be with you one day leaves you feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Thanfully, she does not let you linger in thought for too long as she changes the subject. [["Now, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, shall we?"]]

(set: $friendshipfeelings to "wantfriendobvious")Your mother clasps her hands enthusiastically. "That's the spirit," she beams "I am sure the two of you will get along swimmingly." She extends her hand out towards you. [["Now, let's get you ready to meet your new friend, shall we?"]]

You know the routine that follows very well. It is one that is imprinted in the back of your mind. Before you do anything else, you go for a walk to the near by river. Your mother has always insisted in the importance of being clean so after breakfast, you always take a dive in the clean, blue waters of the river. The waters are cold, but (if:$coldlike is "false")[despite your best efforts to convince your mother to skip a bath just once, she refuses to buckle on the subject-as she does always to be fair. So in the end you are forced to comply](if:$coldlike is "true")[that has never been an issue with you. You find the cool water relaxing. You happily hum as you swim through the waters.] After your bath is done, your mother wraps a coat around you and the two of you sit on the grass while she carefully combs through your $haircolor hair. [[It is quite easy since your hair is straight]] [[It is relatively easy since your hair falls down in waves]] [[It takes some time given how curly your hair is]] [[She is especially careful in taking care of your coily locks]]

(set: $coldlike to "false")This is one of the few times when you absolutely bask in how overprotective your mother can be. You will never argue against having the chance to huddle beneath your personal mountain of furs. You sigh in the early hours of the morning, comfortably hidden beneath your covers. You are awoken by soft humming that morning- as you are every day. Your mother has developed the habit of singing in the morning. She claims there is no better way to wake up than with a song. So, once again, her voice fills your chambers as she goes around opening the window curtains, allowing for sunlight to slip through. [[You smile as you hear her singing. It is one of your favourite parts of the day]] [[You find it sickeningly sweet. And you mean that in the worst way possible. Still, you have kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to upset your mother]] [[It annoys you and you have been honest to your mother about how you feel]] [[You don't feel anything in particular about it. It is just another thing your mom does]]

(set: $hairtype to "straight") After she has combed your $hairtype hair, she stands back to marvel at her work. She nods pridefully as she takes in the sight of your... [[Long hair]] [[Short hair]] [[Medium length hair]]

(set: $hairtype to "wavy") After she has combed your $hairtype hair, she stands back to marvel at her work. She nods pridefully as she takes in the sight of your... [[Long hair]] [[Short hair]] [[Medium length hair]]

(set: $hairtype to "curly") After she has combed your $hairtype hair, she stands back to marvel at her work. She nods pridefully as she takes in the sight of your... [[Long hair]] [[Short hair]] [[Medium length hair]]

(set: $hairtype to "coily") After she has combed your $hairtype hair, she stands back to marvel at her work. She nods pridefully as she takes in the sight of your... [[Long hair]] [[Short hair]] [[Medium length hair]]

(set: $hairlength to "long")There is a strange glint in her eyes when she looks upon you. Her gaze softens, her smile drops. You are not quite certain what to name the emotions that hide behind her gaze. She glances away before you can piece it all together. You want to question it. You part your lips to do so, but she cuts you off before you can. "Helena should be arriving soon. Let's not keep her waiting," You feel tempted to ask her what is wrong, but a heavy weight lingers in the air. You open your mouth, but no words come out. She grasps your hand and leads you back to your room. There she helps you change into the clothing. She has already laid out an outfit for you. A... [[Fancy tunic]] [[Beautiful dress]]

(set: $clothes to "male")You ponder if she is trying to impress the new girl. "You look so grown," your mother marvels "Like a true young $adult. I am sure Helena will be just as taken with you." She winks at you playfully. [[You roll your eyes. You don't like girls]] [[You blush. It is not your fault that girls are so pretty...]] [[You don't know what you like yet. You are five! You have time to figure it out]] [[You shrug. You don't feel anything in particular for girls or boys]]

(set: $clothes to "female")You ponder if she is trying to impress the new girl. "You look so grown," your mother marvels "Like a true young $adult." She winks at you playfully. [[You roll your eyes. You don't like girls]] [[You blush. It is not your fault that girls are so pretty...]] [[You don't know what you like yet. You are five! You have time to figure it out]] [[You shrug. You don't feel anything in particular for girls or boys]]

"I am just teasing," she boops your nose. "Come, darling. I asked Elder Imelda to meet us with Helena at the garden. We would not want to keep them waiting, would we?" (if:$friendshipfeelings is "disinterest")[You frankly don't care if you do keep them waiting, but it is not worth the trouble to argue. You nod and take your mother's hand.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendsobviousbashful")[You nod. You can feel your cheeks warming at the thought of meeting a new person, of making a new friend. Your hand is quivering ever so softly when you take your mother's hand.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendobvious")[Your heart races against your chest. You leap off the bed, antsy to get to the garden as soon as possible. It has been so long since you met someone new. And this one is near your age! You may even become friends! Your mother chuckles as your reaction and interlocks her fingers with yours while you make your way to the garden.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendsecret")[You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. But within your heart a raging storm is unfolding. Your throat dries up when you sit up from the bed. You could make a friend, the realization dawns on you like a gigantic weight on your shoulders. Your first ever friend. You are excited. Perhaps a bit anxious. But you don't let it show on your face. Still, your mother gives you a knowing smile as she takes your hand.] [[You walk to the garden hand in hand]]

(set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You can't help but drag your feet a bit as your mother guides you towards the gardens. Yes, you agreed to meet the new girl, but only to be nice and to please your mother. In truth, you wish your mother would have gone on her own and left you in your peace. Regardless, you are on the way. So it is too late to find a way out of this one.](if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You can't help but jitter with excitement while you make your way towards the gardens. You are so caught up in your enthusiasm that you don't even notice how fast you are pacing until your mother calls out for you to slow down, a teasing smile on her lips. You smile sheepishly and slow down just a little bit. You skip down the staircases, causing your mom to gasp in horror. But you can't be bothered right now. You are smiling so wide that your cheeks are aching from it.] (if:$friendshipfeelings is "disinterest")[You don't care much about making friends. But you still hope to at least get along with the new girl. If not, you are pretty sure your mother will chastise your ear off and you are not prepared for her disapproving gaze.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendsobviousbashful")[Your cheeks are burning and your heart is racing the closer you get to the gardens. You may make a friend today. You had never even dreamed of that before this morning. You love your mom of course and the Elders have taken care of both of you, but now you will have a friend! It is completely different. You pray she will like you as you enter the gardens.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendobvious")[You are beaming, absolutely glowing with joy. Today you are going to make a friend. You feel it in your very bones. You confidently strutt towards the gardens, head held high, with a smile on your lips prepared to greet your new friend.](if:$friendshipfeelings is "wantfriendsecret")[You do you best to walk slowly, to take your time as you wander through the halls to reach the gardens. However, there is a storm of feelings around you. You have always wanted a friend. Someone to chat with and share secrets and spend time with. But now that the moment is upon you, you are not certain what to do. So instead, you pretend you are completely unaffected by it all, though you can feel your heartbeat up your throat.] Finally, you have reached the gardens. Your mother squeezes your hand in encouragement. [[You take a deep breath and head in]]

"Elder Imelda," Your mother curtsies deeply at the sight of the veiled woman. Elder Imelda is a familiar figure around the Elders. She is your tutor-for lack of a better description. She is a woman of few words, and even the ones she does utter are sharp and cold. Her white veils flows gently in the soft breeze of the wind. You have never seen her face, but you have grown used to the sight of her eyes. Large, unblinking and pitch black, like endless pools of black ink. "Ydris," her words are lighter than the wind yet they echo loud as screams in your ears Your mother turns towards you. She motions for you to pay your respects too. [[You curtsy]] [[You bow]] [[You do neither. Why should you pay your respects?]]

You deeply curtsy. Your mother nods her head in approval and gently squeezes your shoulder. Elder Imelda simply stares. You might have been unnerved otherwise, but you are somewhat used to her silent stares. Without speaking a single word more, the Elder steps back and behind her emerges a little girl. The girl, who you can only assume is Helena, is small in stature. Her small, boney hands cling to Elder Imelda's dress and she is trying to hide her face in her skirts. She is shufflng her feet nervously, gaze pinned on the ground. Her dark brown skin has an unhealthy underglow to it. You can't help but wonder when her last meal was. It looks like it was a long time ago. Elder Imelda glances down at Helena. She pats her dark brown coils, kind of like one would pet a puppy. Still, it is the most affectionate you have ever seen Imelda. Finally, the girl raises her gaze and her eyes meet yours. They are deep and warm, with tiny threads of gold highlights in them. It looks like she has been crying. Still, she makes an attempt to smile, stiff as the expression is. [[You smile back]] [[You don't smile. You frown, concerned about the tears in her eyes]] [[You don't smile. You don't care about her and you don't see why you should pretend otherwise]] [[You simply nod]]

You deeply bow. Your mother nods her head in approval and gently squeezes your shoulder. Elder Imelda simply stares. You might have been unnerved otherwise, but you are somewhat used to her silent stares. Without speaking a single word more, the Elder steps back and behind her emerges a little girl. The girl, who you can only assume is Helena, is small in stature. Her small, boney hands cling to Elder Imelda's dress and she is trying to hide her face in her skirts. She is shufflng her feet nervously, gaze pinned on the ground. Her dark brown skin has an unhealthy underglow to it. You can't help but wonder when her last meal was. It looks like it was a long time ago. Elder Imelda glances down at Helena. She pats her dark brown coils, kind of like one would pet a puppy. Still, it is the most affectionate you have ever seen Imelda. Finally, the girl raises her gaze and her eyes meet yours. They are deep and warm, with tiny threads of gold highlights in them. It looks like she has been crying. Still, she makes an attempt to smile, stiff as the expression is. [[You smile back]] [[You don't smile. You frown, concerned about the tears in her eyes]] [[You don't smile. You don't care about her and you don't see why you should pretend otherwise]] [[You simply nod]]

Your mother whips her head and glares at you, as if you murdered a dozen babies. Elder Imelda chuckles and you can swear there is almost a glint of light in her pitch black eyes. Without speaking a single word more, the Elder steps back and behind her emerges a little girl. The girl, who you can only assume is Helena, is small in stature. Her small, boney hands cling to Elder Imelda's dress and she is trying to hide her face in her skirts. She is shufflng her feet nervously, gaze pinned on the ground. Her dark brown skin has an unhealthy underglow to it. You can't help but wonder when her last meal was. It looks like it was a long time ago. Elder Imelda glances down at Helena. She pats her dark brown coils, kind of like one would pet a puppy. Still, it is the most affectionate you have ever seen Imelda. Finally, the girl raises her gaze and her eyes meet yours. They are deep and warm, with tiny threads of gold highlights in them. It looks like she has been crying. Still, she makes an attempt to smile, stiff as the expression is. [[You smile back]] [[You don't smile. You frown, concerned about the tears in her eyes]] [[You don't smile. You don't care about her and you don't see why you should pretend otherwise]] [[You simply nod]]

(if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[Your smile is genuine and wide and brimming with enthusiasm. Helena's eyes widen as if she had not expected youto be so happy. The next time she smiles, it feels just a bit more genuine.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You might not have wanted to come here at first, but that is no reason to be rude or to hurt the feelings of the new girl. You wonder if she can sense how your smile is just a bit forced. Judging by the way, she lowers her gaze and kicks her feet against the dirt, she just might.] The Elder and your mother exchange a knowing look. "How about you two spend some time together?" your mother suggests tenderly "It might be good for the two of you to get to know each other." (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You nod excitedly. It will be easier to get to know Helena better if the adults are not lingering over your shoulders. Helena does not seem so certain, awkwardly fumbling with the sleeves of her dress. Imelda nods.She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but you can see the encouragement in her eyes. "Everything will be okay," her gaze echoes. You smile back at her and turn back to Helena.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You very much are not interested in getting to know her better, but you have a feeling it is not a genuine question. Your fears are confirmed when Imelda nods. She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but from the look in her eyes, you can hear her warning. "Be nice," her gaze echoes. You reluctantly nod.] [[The two women leave you alone]]

(if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You were excited to meet her, but now you feel almost... disappointed? You did not know exactly what you had expected but well, it was not this...Helena lowers her gaze away from you and hides her face in Elder Imelda's robes.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You were not interested to come here from the beginning. You only did so for your mother's sake. And despite how much you want to please her, you simply can't hide how you truly feel. Even more so, you don't understand why you should have to hide how you feel. It is not like she is making an effort not to look miserable... Helena lowers her gaze away from you and hides her face in Elder Imelda's robes.] The Elder and your mother exchange a knowing look. "How about you two spend some time together?" your mother suggests tenderly "It might be good for the two of you to get to know each other." (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You nod excitedly. It will be easier to get to know Helena better if the adults are not lingering over your shoulders. Perhaps it won't be so bad to give the girl a chance. She may just surprise you. Helena does not seem so certain, awkwardly fumbling with the sleeves of her dress. Imelda nods.She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but you can see the encouragement in her eyes. "Everything will be okay," her gaze echoes. You smile back at her and turn back to Helena.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You very much are not interested in getting to know her better. As far as you are concerned, you have already done much more than is strictly necessary. But you have a feeling it is not a genuine question. Your fears are confirmed when Imelda nods. She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but from the look in her eyes, you can hear her warning. "Be nice," her gaze echoes. You reluctantly nod.] [[The two women leave you alone]]

You nod back at the girl, an aknowledgement of her presence. (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You were excited to meet her, but now that she stands before you, you are not quite sure what to say, how to hold yourself. You nod because you do not know what else to do, the awkwardness of the situation weighting down heavy on your shoulders. It does not help that Helena is refusing to meet your gaze, looking at everywhere and anywhere except for you.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You were not interested to come here from the beginning. You only did so for your mother's sake. And despite how much you want to please her, you simply can't muster up any more enthusiasm than that simple nod. You see Helena shrivel up before your eyes and cling harder to the Elder's robes.] The Elder and your mother exchange a knowing look. "How about you two spend some time together?" your mother suggests tenderly "It might be good for the two of you to get to know each other." (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You nod excitedly. It will be easier to get to know Helena better if the adults are not lingering over your shoulders. Perhaps it will help get rid of this weird awkwardness in the air. Helena does not seem so certain, awkwardly fumbling with the sleeves of her dress. Imelda nods.She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but you can see the encouragement in her eyes. "Everything will be okay," her gaze echoes. You smile back at her and turn back to Helena.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You very much are not interested in getting to know her better,, but you have a feeling it is not a genuine question. Your fears are confirmed when Imelda nods. She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but from the look in her eyes, you can hear her warning. "Be nice," her gaze echoes. You reluctantly nod.] [[The two women leave you alone]]

Helena only now seems to become aware of the tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffles and quickly wipes the teardrops away from her eyes, trying to distract you with another quivering smile. (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[Your heart bleeds out for her. You had been so excited for your meeting so you had simply assumed Helena would be excited too. Instead, she looks almost terrified by the prospect. You wonder if there is any way to make her feel more comfortable.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You might not have wanted to come here at first, but that does not mean you enjoy seeing others cry. You wonder if it's something you did or if she was upset from beforehand. Either way, you pray she won't start crying. You have no idea what you would respond to that.] The Elder and your mother exchange a knowing look. "How about you two spend some time together?" your mother suggests tenderly "It might be good for the two of you to get to know each other." (if:$newgirlfeelings is "excitement")[You nod excitedly. It will be easier to get to know Helena better if the adults are not lingering over your shoulders. Perhaps you can even find out why she is so sad and help her feel better. Helena does not seem so certain, awkwardly fumbling with the sleeves of her dress. Imelda nods.She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but you can see the encouragement in her eyes. "Everything will be okay," her gaze echoes. You smile back at her and turn back to Helena.](set: $newgirlfeelings to "obligation")(if:$newgirlfeelings is "obligation")[You very much are not interested in getting to know her better, especially given how she looks a mean word away from breaking out into sobs, but you have a feeling it is not a genuine question. Your fears are confirmed when Imelda nods. She leans down and whispers something in Helena's ear. Helena's upper lip stiffens and she only whimpers in agreement. Your mother says nothing, but from the look in her eyes, you can hear her warning. "Be nice," her gaze echoes. You reluctantly nod.] [[The two women leave you alone]]

For better or not, the two of you are left alone. She hesitantly takes a few steps towards you. "Hi," she says shyly before falling silent again. You have a feeling you will have to be driving this conversation. [["I am glad you are here. It will be nice to have a kid my age around," you say honestly]] [["I am glad you are here," you force yourself to say only to be polite]] [["Your name is Helena, right?]] [["Why are you crying?"]] [["You and Elder Imelda seem close..."]] [["Where are you from?"]] [["So, you are also blessed?]] (if:$wisl is "true")[[["I heard you like swimming,"]]]

In an instant, you notice her body language shifting. You may be mistaken, but suddenly her shoulders seem a little less tense, her eyes filled with something reminiscent of hope, a light you can't help but find uplifting. She beams up at you. It is the happiest you have ever seen her. "I am glad you are here too," she says shyly "I was worried I would be alone. Maybe we can play together?" she suggests, wincing in advance, as if awaiting your rejection. [["Sure," you reply with a smile]] [["We will see how it goes," you want to see if you like her first]] [["Maybe," you are not interested, but you don't want to say that outright]] [["No," you shake your head]]

A bittersweet chuckle escapes Helena's lips. "It is okay," she reassures you "You don't have to pretend for me." You are a bit taken aback. You had not expected her to spot your lie, let alone call you out on it. At the sight of your confusion, she simply shrugs. "My father is a merchant. I often helped him with his shop at home. Over time, you learn how to tell apart a good deal from a bad one," she explains nonchalantly. "And you have a really big tell," there is an almost teasing undertone to her voice. [[That is... kind of impressive actually]] [[That is... kind of creepy actually]] [["What's my tell?" you can't resist the curiosity]] [["Well, I..." you are not quite sure what to say now that she has called you out on your lie. You feel a bit awkward]]

"Oh, I... uhm, I am not crying," she blinks the tears away from her eyes. "My eyes, they are just, uhm... watering?" Helena winces at the nonsence coming out of her own mouth. She lowers her head in shame. [["That's literally what crying is," you deadpan]] [["It's okay to cry," you reassure her]] [["Well, in that case, why are your eyes watering?" you reply sardonically]] [["You still have not told me why you are crying," you cross your arms over your chest, questioning her stubbornly]]

She nods in response. "And yours is $name?" Helena looks up at you, a bit uncertain. "Yes," [["How do you know my name?"]] [["Your name is pretty," you blurt out before you can stop yourself]] [["Never met someone with your name before," you muse]]

You have never seen Elder Imelda so openly affectionate with someone. She has always kept her distance, cold and unreachable. You have known her your whole life and never once did she so casually show you care the way she did Helena. Helena does not seem quite sure what to say. She falls silent for a moment, seeming stuck in her own thoughts. "I think her and my father knew each other at some point. They never told me that, but that's the impression I got. Maybe that's why," [[You find yourself envious of how clearly Elder Imelda favours Helena]] [[You are glad Helena and Elder Imelda are close]] [[Your eyes widen. How could Elder Imelda know Helena's father?]] [[You note what Helena says with interest, but you don't feel particularly strong about it]]

Her smile, forced as it was, fades away at the mention of her old home. She audbibly gulps. "Pykewood," she mumbles "It is small, but nice. Our house is by the sea. Me and my brother go fishing during the day and then swimming at night. Do you have any siblings?" she tilts her head curiously. "No," you shake your head. "Well, you are not missing much," she snickers "Brothers are annoying. I don't have sisters so I don't know about them, but my brother constantly pulled on my hair and broke my toys." [["I would love to have an older sibling," you sigh wistfully]] [["I would love to have a younger sibling," you sigh wistfully]] [["I never wanted siblings anyway. I prefer being an only child," you shrug]]

"I... well, I suppose I am, but I don't feel very blessed," Helena seems uncomfortable by the mention of her destiny "I don't know what to think of it yet to be honest," she let out a deep sigh "It just feels like things are changing so fast and I... I am not sure I am ready for change. I don't know if I want things to change. If I want me to change." (if:$fatefeelings is "insecure")["I am scared," you admit hesitantly. You would never say that out loud around your mother or the Elders who simply would not understand. But for some reason you just feel like Helena will. A moment passes by. You almost gasp when you feel fingers carefully wrap around your wrist. Helena smiles up at you. "It is okay to be scared," she reassures you "We will figure it out together. As we grow up." With such few sentences, she has lifted a weight off your shoulders. "Yeah, we will," you squeeze her hand softly.] (if:$fatefeelings is "fear")["I don't feel very blessed," you admit hesitantly "It's just... if we are really blessed, should we not be more exceptional? I don't feel special. I don't feel unique. I just feel... like anyone else." A moment passes by. You almost gasp when you feel fingers carefully wrap around your wrist. Helena smiles up at you. "I get it. I don't feel like anything special either. Perhaps we just need to give ourselves more time," she reassures you "We will figure it out together. As we grow up." With such few sentences, she has lifted a weight off your shoulders. "Yeah, we will," you squeeze her hand softly.] (if:$fatefeelings is "uncertainty")["I feel we are a bit too young to worry about that already," you shrug "I don't understand what it means to be blessed. Not truly, but we have years to figure it out. A moment passes by. You almost gasp when you feel fingers carefully wrap around your wrist. Helena smiles up at you, seemingly relieved by your response. "Thank you. I... I think I needed to hear that," "And you are right. We have time to figure it out as we grow up," With such few sentences, you have lifted a huge weight of her shoulders. "Yeah, we will," you squeeze her hand softly.] (if:$fatefeelings is "excited")["I can't wait," you exclaim proudly, standing up tall. "Just wait and see. One day, I will be the greatest legend of them all," you proclaim confidently, hands placed at your hips. Helena stares up at you with awe. "You really believe that?" Helene mumbles. "Of course," you scoff "Why would I not? Our fate dictates it." The certainty in your own tone seems to give her some courage. She reaches out and tenderly grabs your wrist. "You are really brave. I hope to be brave like you when I grow up," she sighs wistfully. You are quite pleased by the praise you are receiving. You deserve it after all. You are going to be a hero someday. You squeeze her hand gently. "You will be. We are both fated for something great after all,"] How do you really feel about having another blessed one around? [[It is great! Now you have someone to bond with over a common characteristic]] [[You are a bit envious. You miss when you were the only special one around]] [[You don't care much to be frank]]

Her eyes widen in surprise. Then the brightest of smiles spreads over her face. "I love swimming," she enthused "I used to go diving in the ocean every day. I had a whole collaction of seashells back home, but I was not allowed to bring it here." "I have never seen the sea," you admit. "What?" Helena's eyes have widened in horror, as if you have been deprived of something as pivotal as oxygen "No way." "I never had the chance to," you shrugged. A resolute expression dawns on Helena's face. "I will take you to see the sea some day," she speaks the words firmly and they sound almost like an oath. "You don't need to-," "But I want to. And I will," The shy girl has all but vanished in this instance. She is stubborn, determined. She speaks as if the Gods themselves could not make her change her mind. "I will take you to the ocean one day. I promise," [["Thank you," a thrill washes over you. You can't help but wonder what the ocean will look like]] [["I... alright," you don't really want to, but you feel like fighting the Gods will be easier than making her change her mind on this one]]

(set: $wantoldersibling to "true")Helena looks at you as if you told her you want to kiss a donkey's backside. "Trust me. You are lucky. Older brothers are so annoying. My brother thinks he is so much better than me just because he was born like two years earlier," she scoffs, a pout adorning her lips as she crosses her arms over the chest. "Maybe it is just your brother and other older siblings are nicer," you suggest hesitantly. "Maybe," Helena admits with a shrug "But my friends back home agree older siblings are the worst." [[You change the subject]]

Helena shrugs in response. "I don't have younger siblings. Maybe they are easier to deal with," she relents. [[You change the subject]]

Helena lets out a wistful sigh. "You are so lucky," she marvels "I wish I could be an only child and have my parents all to myself. Are you close with your mom?" "She is a bit much at times, but she loves me," you admit. Is that envy you see dancing in her brown eyes? Before you can take a closer look, Helena averts her gaze to the ground. "You are very lucky," she mutters as she kicks at the dirt. Her voice is tinged with saltiness when she speaks. [[You change the subject]]

"I..." Helena hesitates before lowering her head in resignation. "I suppose it is," she admits, sniffling softly. A small smile is gracing her lips, but it's a bitter one. She rubs her eyes, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But it's okay. I am okay," she rushes to reassure you. For some reason, you struggle to believe that. [["It's okay to cry," you reassure her]] [["Well, in that case, why are your eyes watering?" you reply sardonically]] [["You still have not told me why you are crying," you cross your arms over your chest, questioning her stubbornly]] [[You change the subject]]

Your words only bring more tears to her brown eyes. She sniffles and looks away, trying to hide them. When she looks back at you, however, her smile is just a bit more genuine. "I-I know, I just... I am just struggling to adjust to everything. I am sorry," "You don't need to apologize," I reassure you "We all need our time. Take yours." Helena beams at you. "Thank you," she mumbles softly. [["You still have not told me why you are crying," you cross your arms over your chest, questioning her stubbornly]] [[You change the subject]]

Helena backs away from you and flinches as if you have struck her. She digs her nails into her palms and takes a deep breath, which forms into an ugly sob. "I-I am sorry-!" she stumbles all over her words "You don't need to be sorry," you deadpan "Just tell me why you are crying." Helena wipes her runny nose and answers softly. "I just miss my family," she mutters beneath her breath. You sigh and your posture relaxes ever so slightly. Her tears may annoy you a bit, but you can understand her missing her family. You cannot imagine being separated from your own. "It's okay, I understand," Helena sobs still, but she seems a bit calmer now. [["That's literally what crying is," you deadpan]] [["It's okay to cry," you reassure her]] [["You still have not told me why you are crying," you cross your arms over your chest, questioning her stubbornly]] [[You change the subject]]

"I guess I have not," Helena chuckles to attempt to disguise her discomfort, but the small noise comes out too stiff, too forced. You raise an eyebrow and stare her down as you wait for her actual answer. Finally, Helena sighs and relents to your questioning gaze. "I miss my family. I don't want to be here! I want to stay with my mom... but they would not listen to me!" Helena whimpers like a wounded puppy. Your posture relaxes. You can't truly bring yourself to feel anything but pity when Helena looks like such an absolute wreck. "I get it. I am close to my mom too," you try your best to comfort her, but it feels like the space between you is just too big. Helena nods. Her eyes have not stopped watering up, but you do notice her, sliding closer to you, whether she is doing it consciously or not. [["It's okay to cry," you reassure her]] [[You change the subject]]

(set: $HelenaBestie to "true")You have never had a friend before. And (if:$friendshipfeelings is "disinterest")[,even though you did not care much about the idea at first,] you certainly would not mind making your first one today. Helena is nice and sweet and you are certain the two of you will get along. Her whole being lights up at your response. She makes her way over to you and before you can realize what is happening, her arms have been thrown around you and she is pulling you into a tight hug. You stumble back in shock while she clings to you. "Thank you," she mumbles. It takes a moment for you to gather yourself, but when you do, you wrap your arms around her waist. She is warm and soft against you. A bit like a baby bear. "It's nothing," you reassure her. "It is everything," she responds, a bright grin on her face when she pulls back. It is a moment of peace and closeness. One you never knew you needed. But sadly nothing can last forever, good or bad. [[You change the subject]]

Maybe you will become friends. Maybe not. You are not completely opposed to it, but you do want some time to get to know her better before you decide. Helena gives you a tentative smile. "Better than a no," she giggles lightly. Her smile has a way of spreading. Without even meaning to, you find you are smiling back at her. [[You change the subject]]

"You will love it," Helena is basically bouncing up and down with her excitement "We will go swimming and we can dive to find seashells and sometimes you even see turtles-!" You instinctively block her out as she goes on and on about all the things you can do at the sea. You have a strong feeling that if you don't change the subject, she will continue until the sun falls and then rises again. [[You change the subject]]

In the split second that it takes you to utter that word, her face collapses. That tiny hopeful glint disappears from her eyes. She shrinks into herself like a mouse standing before an eagle. She says nothing for a very long time, but you can see her struggling to hold tears in. "Okay," she mutters beneath her breath finally. The silence is almost suffocating. [[You change the subject]]

Your question makes Helena tilt her head in confusion. "Imelda told me your name," she responds "Is that not how you know my name too?" "No, my mom told me yours. I did not know you were coming until this morning," "Really?" Helena gasps "I-I... I had assumed they would have told you sooner." "They didn't," You can't help but wonder why they did not. [[You change the subject]]

Helena's eyes widen. For a second, she is silent and then she giggles lightly. Her face brightens and her smile is infectious almost. You can't help but return it. "Your name is pretty too," she grins "You are very pretty." Your cheeks are blazing. You don't know why, but your heart races in your chest. You find you don't mind the feeling. "You too," your throat is dry as you speak. You wonder if her mouth is dry too, if her cheeks feel as warm as yours, if her heart is beating just as fast. The thought only leaves you more flustered. [[You change the subject]]

"Really?" she furrows her eyebrows in confusion "In my village, it feels like every other girl is named that. My parents were not the creative sort." she chuckles dryly. "Is there anyone with my name?" you ask curiously, wondering if your mother was creative with your name. Considering you have only ever been surrounded by a handful of Elders and your own mother, you can only assume Helena has met more people. She pauses to consider your question. "I don't think so. I have never heard your name before either. But my dad may have. He travels a lot so he meets many people. I will ask him when-, Helena abruptly falls silent. "If I see him again," she corrects herself, voice quivering. You can't help but pity the girl. Your mother has been a constant presence in your life. Irritating as she may be sometimes, she is your family and she has always been there for you. You cannot imagine your life if you woke up one day and she just was not there. "I am sorry," you try to comfort her. "It's okay. It's not your fault anyway," she gives you a wavering smile. [["How do you know my name?"]] [["Your name is pretty," you blurt out before you can stop yourself]] [[You change the subject]]

Your eyes widen in awe. The idea that someone can see through you with a single glance fills you with questions, enthusiasm. You wonder how it works. Do you learn to do it through habit? Does it always work? [["What's my tell?" you can't resist the curiosity]] [["Well, I..." you are not quite sure what to say now that she has called you out on your lie. You feel a bit awkward]] [[You change the subject]]

You don't like the idea of someone being able to see through you with such ease. It feels violating almost. Like your skin has been stripped off of you, revealing the blood and bones underneath. [["What's my tell?" you can't resist the curiosity]] [["Well, I..." you are not quite sure what to say now that she has called you out on your lie. You feel a bit awkward]] [[You change the subject]]

A focused expression dawns over Helena's face. She takes step after step forward until she is standing right before you. She taps her finger against your chin before leaping back with a teasing grin. "I could see both rows of your teeth. It shows youare trying too hard to look cheerful," she explains before shrugging "Most people won't pick up on it. Or at least they won't be able to pinpoint what feels off. You don't need to worry too much about it." [[That is... kind of impressive actually]] [[That is... kind of creepy actually]] [["Well, I..." you are not quite sure what to say now that she has called you out on your lie. You feel a bit awkward]] [[You change the subject]]

Helena smiles and shakes her head. "Don't worry about it. Most people lie. I have yet to meet someone who has never uttered a lie. And you did it for a good reason. Thank you for trying to make me feel welcome," "I... you are welcome...?" You are not sure how you are supposed to respond to someone thanking you for trying -and failing- to deceive them. Your mother always said your teeth will fall out if you lie. The more lies, the more teeth you will lose. But if what Helena is saying is true, then everyone would be walking around with no teeth at all. So your mother is either wrong or lying. And if she is doing the latter, she is a hypocrite on top of a liar. [[That is... kind of impressive actually]] [[That is... kind of creepy actually]] [["What's my tell?" you can't resist the curiosity]] [[You change the subject]]

It just makes no sense to you. You have known Elder Imelda your entire life and she prefers this girl she has known for at most a few weeks over you? What's so special about Helena anyway? Why are you not good enough? You can't help but fester in your own spite and jealousy. "That must be nice," you mumble, face twisted with unspoken frustration. Helena frowns as she picks up on your anger. She scratches the back of her neck nervously. "She is nice?" Helena sounds almost uncertain of her own words, unwilling to upset her. "I am sure she is..." An uncomfortable silence fills the gardens. [[You change the subject]]

To be separated from your family.... it's a fate you would not wish on anyone. A fate you would never want for yourself. You are glad that at least she has some company, someone to comfort her through these difficult days. "Elder Imelda seems to like you," you say, trying to cheer her up. "I like her too," Helena admits with a bashful smile "She reminds me of my grandma a bit." You don't have a grandma. Not truly anyway. Your grandmother died when your mother was your age. Your only connection to her is the nostalgic memories your mother has shared with you- which are few and far between. So you don't entirely understand what Helena is saying, but you can tell it is significant for her. "I am happy for you," you say and you sincerely mean it. "...so am I," Helena agrees after a tentative moment of hesitation. [[You change the subject]]

"How do they know each other?" you tilt your head sideways, like a confused puppy. "I am not sure. I asked mom, but she says it's adult business," "What does that mean?" Helena shrugs. "I have no idea. Maybe we could ask Imelda later," she suggest uncertainly. "Maybe we shoud..." you make a mental note to ask the Elder that later. [[You change the subject]]

It is interesting to know that Imelda was somehow acquainted with Helena's father in the past. You truthfully cannot imagine her beyond the walls of the temple, dressed in her white veil, black eyes glowing ominously. But asides from that momentary feeling of intrigue, you feel fairly ambivalent towards the revelation. "I did not know Elder Imelda had friends," you note curiously. In fact, you were under the impression Elders did not have friends at all. "I did not know my father was friends with an Elder," Looks like both of you have learned something new today. [[You change the subject]]

Of course, you always have your mother to talk to, but it is not quite the shame. She is sweet, but she often struggles to see past the glory and understand the situation you are in. Now you will have someone with you to share in that, to walk through the complicated path that is destiny. "So I guess we have something in common," you beam up at her. Helena blinks, a bit surprised by your enthusiasm. "I suppose we do," she fumbles with her sleeve. [[You change the subject]]

No longer will all the Elders floud to you and embellish you with all their attention. No longer will your mother whisper sweetly how unique you are, how there is no one quite like you. Because you are no longer special. You are no longer one of a kind. There is another one just like you and you will have to share your glory. Envy tears your soul apart like a wild animal. "...is it a problem?" Helena asks, leaning a bit closer. "No," you glance away, the lie heavy on your tongue. Even if it is, what can you do? Your fate has been sealed already. And you hate it. [[You change the subject]]

The news leave you unaffected. It's just what it is. And judging from what she has expressed regarding her fate, you doubt this is the main subject clouding her mind at the moment. [[You change the subject]]

"You don't need to thank me," Helena waves your words off "If anything, you are doing me a favour. I will take any excuse to go to the beach!" "I love the sea," she sighs dreamily "There is nothing quite like it." "You will love it too," Helena is basically bouncing up and down with her excitement "We will go swimming and we can dive to find seashells and sometimes you even see turtles-!" Helena seems happy to go on and on for hours about all the things you can do at the sea. And while you share her enthusiasm, you have a strong feeling that if you don't change the subject, she will continue until the sun falls and then rises again. [[You change the subject]]

The thought of going to the sea has never crossed your mind. You know of the sea, of the endless blue waters that stretch miles and miles, of the countless dead sailors and dangerous monsters that lurk beneath. You are not looking forward to it. But you somehow doubt it matters if you do, judging by Helena's decisive and enthusiastic tone. "You will love it," Helena is basically bouncing up and down with her excitement "We will go swimming and we can dive to find seashells and sometimes you even see turtles-!" You instinctively block her out as she goes on and on about all the things you can do at the sea. You have a strong feeling that if you don't change the subject, she will continue until the sun falls and then rises again. [[You change the subject]]

You pause to consider if there is anything else you want to ask. [["I am glad you are here. It will be nice to have a kid my age around," you say honestly]] [["I am glad you are here," you force yourself to say only to be polite]] [["Your name is Helena, right?]] [["Why are you crying?"]] [["You and Elder Imelda seem close..."]] [["Where are you from?"]] [["So, you are also blessed?]] (if:$wisl is "true")[[["I heard you like swimming,"]]] [[Elder Imelda approaches and you realize your time alone is done]]

Your mother follows not too far behind the Elder. She is glancing back and forth between you and Helena, as if trying to grasp what the two of you were talking about while she was not present. She makes her way over to Helena and places a hand on the girl's shoulder. The two exchange a glance and Helena nods back at her. You wonder if they are communicating telepathetically or something of that sort because it seems like they have had a conversation without uttering a syllable. "Helena needs to get settled in her quarters," Elder Imelda's voice echoes through the gardens "The two of you can continue your conversation later." (if:$HelenaBestie is "true")[Before the Elder can even complete her sentence, Helena whines and throws her arms around you. She is squeezing you tightly, perhaps a bit too tightly, and you are finding it a bit hard to breathe. "I don't want to go," she hides her head in the crook of your neck "I want to stay with $name!" "We need to get you settled in," Elder Imelda sighs. "No!" a petulant pout dawns on her lips and seh squeezes you tighter. A giggle escapes your mother and she takes a step closer to the both of you. "Hel, sweetie," Oh, you know that tone. It's the tone she uses when you don't want to eat your vegetables. "I need $name for a moment, okay? So while we are having a little chat, how about you and Elder Imelda go see your room?" Helena hesitates for a moment, but then she nods. She softens her grip on you and you can finally breathe.] "See you later," she waves bashfully at you. Helena reaches out and grasps onto Elder Imelda's gloved hand. You notice her eyes lingering on you, even as the two march out of the gardens, the Elder's white veil glides after her, making it look as if she is floating above the ground. Your mom turns to you with a nervous smile. "So how did it go?" she asks, barely containing her excitement. [["I made a new friend," you boast proudly]] [["I like her," you blush]] [["She is okay I guess," you shrug]] [["I don't like her," you frown]]

"Really?" your mother claps excitedly, brimming with mirth. "See? I told you it would all be well," She kneels down so she is at your level before peppering your face with kisses. She squeezes your hands gently. "Things will change around here. With Helena arriving and everything. But know I will always be here for you," she ruffles your $haircolor hair playfully. You giggle, but deep down you know she is right. Helena's arrival may change everything. [[You can only hope it will change for the best]]

What is this feeling in your chest? Why are these wild butterflies fluttering in your stomach? A part of you is terrified of this flurry of emotions. Another never wants it to stop. "Well, then you better invite me to the wedding," your mother winks, making you even more flustered. She kneels down so she is at your level before peppering your face with kisses. She squeezes your hands gently. "Things will change around here. With Helena arriving and everything. But know I will always be here for you," she ruffles your $haircolor hair playfully. You giggle, but deep down you know she is right. Helena's arrival may change everything. [[You can only hope it will change for the best]]

She is not the best. She is not the worst. You don't feel anything particular about her. "I am sure the two of you will get closer with time," your mom reassures you. She kneels down so she is at your level before peppering your face with kisses. She squeezes your hands gently. "Things will change around here. With Helena arriving and everything. But know I will always be here for you," she ruffles your $haircolor hair playfully. You giggle, but deep down you know she is right. Helena's arrival may change everything. [[You can only hope it will change for the best]]

Your mother frowns, clearly disappointed by your answer. "Give her one more chance," she squeezes your shoulder "This is not an easy time for her. I am sure she will pleasantly surprise you with time." She kneels down so she is at your level before peppering your face with kisses. She squeezes your hands gently. "Things will change around here. With Helena arriving and everything. But know I will always be here for you," she ruffles your $haircolor hair playfully. You giggle, but deep down you know she is right. Helena's arrival may change everything. [[You can only hope it will change for the best]]

Two years before the fire... [[Deep in the night, there is a knock on your window...]]

In days like these, the Temple of Eclipse and its eternal coldness is a relief. The world is boiling outside. Even during the night, you struggle to take two steps without profusely sweating profusely. (if:$coldlike is "true")[Especially since you have always preferred the cold breeze of autumn, the last few weeks have been tortorous for you and you have avoided going outside unless it is absolutely necessary.](if:$coldlike is "false")[Even for you, who always seeks out the wamrth of your furs and covers during the cooler seasons, it has been just a bit too scorching for your liking.] You are shifting around in your bed, trying to get some sleep, but that sweet bliss keeps evading you, like a skilled dancer. You heave a sigh of frustration while you stare up at the stone ceiling. [[Suddenly there is a knock on your window]]

You frown. At the strange noise, your body instinctively tenses. You shake the thoughts off and shift around again. It must be your idea... Why would anyone be banging against your window so late at night? Then comes another knock. And another one. And one more. There is no way this is a trick of your sleep deprived mind. Someone is knocking on your window. And only one person would do something like that so late at night. Helena. [[A smile spreads over your lips]] [[Your cheeks heat up]] [[You groan and try to hide your head beneath your pillow, as if that will make the noise vanish]]

You are smiling as you make your way over to the window. You can't help but be entertained by Helena and her antics. She has a way of always making you smile and giggle. Just as you had expected, there she is. Time changes everything. During the last three years, Helena has evolved from the timid little girl you met at the gardens to a completely different person. She has her hand settled on her hips and is smirking up at you, eyebrow raised as if she is ready to issue a challenge. She is wearing only a light nightshift. You find your gaze trailing down to her bare feet. "Come on, sleepyhead. We are going swimming in the river," Helena beams up at you. [["Now?" your eyes widen in shock "Isn't it kind of... late?"]] [["Do I have to?" you grumble unappily]] [["I don't think mom or Elder Imelda will be okay with us being out so late..."]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

A shiver goes down your spine. Suddenly, any thoughts of slumber escape your mind and you are panicking. How is your hair? Are the dark bags beneath your eyes too obvious? A thunderstorm of thoughts and emotions travel back and forth through your mind as you approach the window. Just as you had expected, there she is. Time changes everything. During the last three years, Helena has evolved from the timid little girl you met at the gardens to a completely different person. She has her hand settled on her hips and is smirking up at you, eyebrow raised as if she is ready to issue a challenge. She is wearing only a light nightshift. You find your gaze trailing down to her bare feet. "Come on, sleepyhead. We are going swimming in the river," Helena beams up at you. [["Now?" your eyes widen in shock "Isn't it kind of... late?"]] [["Do I have to?" you grumble unappily]] [["I don't think mom or Elder Imelda will be okay with us being out so late..."]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

You drag your feet on the stone floor. You would rather stay in bed, but you know Helena and she is perfectly capable of knocking on your window until dawn. You rub your eyes and yawn as you look out of the window. Just as you had expected, there she is. Time changes everything. During the last three years, Helena has evolved from the timid little girl you met at the gardens to a completely different person. She has her hand settled on her hips and is smirking up at you, eyebrow raised as if she is ready to issue a challenge. She is wearing only a light nightshift. You find your gaze trailing down to her bare feet. "Come on, sleepyhead. We are going swimming in the river," Helena beams up at you. [["Now?" your eyes widen in shock "Isn't it kind of... late?"]] [["Do I have to?" you grumble unappily]] [["I don't think mom or Elder Imelda will be okay with us being out so late..."]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

"It's the perfect time," Helena argues fiercely "We have no lessons, no adults to bother us with their nagging. Nothing is on our way!" "Besides, we can't go swimming during the morning because we will get a heatstroke," she adds "No, it must be now." It is hard to argue with that. [["Do I have to?" you grumble unappily]] [["I don't think mom or Elder Imelda will be okay with us being out so late..."]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

"Yes, yes you do," "But why?" you grunt, barely able to keep your eyelids open. "Just cause," Helena exclaims without giving any more explanations. You scowl at her for daring to intrude on your sleep time with such flimsy reasoning. "You know I will knock on your window until you come," she says and you are not certain if she means it as a warning or a threat. You shudder. You know she will. [["Now?" your eyes widen in shock "Isn't it kind of... late?"]] [["I don't think mom or Elder Imelda will be okay with us being out so late..."]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

You are buzzing with energy. Helena howls with delight at the sight. "That's the spirit," she slaps you playfully on the shoulder. You shush her, reminding her not to be too loud. Your mother sleeps in the room right besides yours and sometimes she stays up all night to pray. If she catches you, your fun will be cut short. Helena responds with an apologetic smile. The two of you walk down the grassy hill, feet almost instinctively trailing the small stone road leading to the river. The night is a warm one indeed and you are grateful for the light material your clothes are made of. Otherwise, you both very likely would have melted into puddles. But it is a beautiful night still. The tall grass is gently swaying, as if caught up on a dance of its own. The water of the lake is gleaming beneath the moonlight. At times like this, you can't help but believe in the tales that claim nature is a craft of the Gods. How could it not be when there is such beauty within it? As you look around, your eyes fall on Helena. You look back on how your relationship has evolved over the years. [[You feel something strong for her. Something you can't quite name]] [[The two of you have become the best of friends]] [[She is like a sister to you]] [[You consider her a close acquaintance]] [[You don't like her much, though that has not stopped her from pestering you at every chance]]

You sigh as you climb out of the window. May as well get this over with before Helena causes a ruckus and your mother chastises you both, "I knew you had an adventurer in you deep down," she slaps you playfully on the shoulder. You wince in annoyance. You shush her, reminding her not to be too loud. Your mother sleeps in the room right besides yours and sometimes she stays up all night to pray. If she catches you, your fun will be cut short. Helena responds with an apologetic smile. The two of you walk down the grassy hill, feet almost instinctively trailing the small stone road leading to the river. The night is a warm one indeed and you are grateful for the light material your clothes are made of. Otherwise, you both very likely would have melted into puddles. But it is a beautiful night still. The tall grass is gently swaying, as if caught up on a dance of its own. The water of the lake is gleaming beneath the moonlight. At times like this, you can't help but believe in the tales that claim nature is a craft of the Gods. How could it not be when there is such beauty within it? As you look around, your eyes fall on Helena. You look back on how your relationship has evolved over the years. [[You feel something strong for her. Something you can't quite name]] [[The two of you have become the best of friends]] [[She is like a sister to you]] [[You consider her a close acquaintance]] [[You don't like her much, though that has not stopped her from pestering you at every chance]]

Helena rolls her eyes. "What they don't know won't hurt them," she waves your conerns off. "You sound just as boring as them," she chides teasingly, a wild glint in her eyes "Come on! Let's have some fun! Let's live a little!" [["Now?" your eyes widen in shock "Isn't it kind of... late?"]] [["Do I have to?" you grumble unappily]] [["Let's go then!" you are not getting any sleep anyway so might as well go have some fun!]] [["Fine..." knowing Helena, she won't stop bugging you until you agree]]

And neither has she named it yet. But you think she may feel it too. Your mom says it's really sweet that you are 'childhood sweethearts', but you are not entirely sure what that means. Only that it is sappy, sweet and that it sends your heart racing. You had once gathered the courage to ask Helena if she knows what that means. You still remember the pride smile that dawned on her face, the one that made your hands tremble. "Very simple. It means only I get to hold your hand and only you get to hold mine," she smiled as she interwined her fingers with yours. Helena often says stuff like that. The kind that sparks thousands of butterflies in your stomach and make your face burn like wildfire. She exclaims excitedly as you reach the river, unaware of your inner turmoil. It is not long before she has rid herself of her nightgown and is diving into the gleaming waters. [[You join her]] [[You sit down by the shore]]

You grin at her. You are always glad to be around Helena. Many things in life are complicated, but with her, it is so easy to lean back and relax. You often play in the woods together. Many times you have returned with your knees scraped and your clothes dirtied but it is all worth it. You know you are lucky to have a good friend like Helena. You see what loneliness has done to your mom, making her anxious and grey. You and Helena have promised to always be there for each other. You intend to keep that promise. She exclaims excitedly as you reach the river. It is not long before she has rid herself of her nightgown and is diving into the gleaming waters. [[You join her]] [[You sit down by the shore]]

Occassionally, you have to be reminded that you are not actually related. Helena simply feels like family and she might as well live with you considering how often she sleeps over in your bedroom. She is slightly older than you, something she loves to hold over your head. She also seems to have taken your slight difference in age as a sign that she must smother you with affection at all times. Thus, she gives you flowers and sweets and sings to you when the night sky gets too dark. You can't say you mind being pampered. (if:$wantoldersibling is "true")[You always wanted an older sibling after all.] She exclaims excitedly as you reach the river. It is not long before she has rid herself of her nightgown and is diving into the gleaming waters. [[You join her]] [[You sit down by the shore]]

Helena has been following you around like a dog for Gods know how long. Nothing you have said or done was enough for her to take the hint and leave you alone. It does not help that your mother has been encouraging her either, urging you to be nicer. So, time and time again, you have been stuck with her. She exclaims excitedly as you reach the river. It is not long before she has rid herself of her nightgown and is diving into the gleaming waters. [[You join her]] [[You sit down by the shore]]

Sometimes she is fun and sweet and hilarious. Other times she becomes so irritating you want to rip your hair out. Still, you are undeniably used to her presence. Helena has taken to following after you everywhere you go. She exclaims excitedly as you reach the river. It is not long before she has rid herself of her nightgown and is diving into the gleaming waters. [[You join her]] [[You sit down by the shore]]

You dive into the river. The cold water had felt like heaven against your boiling skin. You are so distracted by the blissful sensation that you barely notice Helena vanishing beneath the surface. Once you do, a worried yelp escaped you. Your mother has warned you not to wander too deep in the waters. The nyriads reside there and they are cruel and vindictive. If you crossed into their territory, they will lay all sorts of curses upon you. You are terrified that a nyriad might have stolen Helena away when she leaps right out of the water, bubbling with breathless laughter. [["You scared me to death!"]] [[You giggle along with her]] [["How do you even hold your breath for that long?"]]

You sit down by the riverway while Helena cries out for you to join her. You shake your head and she lets out a disappointed sigh as she dives below the water. Your gaze wanders up to the nightsky above you. The stars are laid out across an endless dark abyss, shining so bright you feel you may be able to touch them if you jsut reach out... You are so distracted by the sight that you barely notice Helena vanishing beneath the surface. Once you do, a worried yelp escaped you. Your mother has warned you not to wander too deep in the waters. The nyriads reside there and they are cruel and vindictive. If you crossed into their territory, they will lay all sorts of curses upon you. You are terrified that a nyriad might have stolen Helena away when she leaps right out of the water, bubbling with breathless laughter. [["You scared me to death!"]] [[You giggle along with her]] [["How do you even hold your breath for that long?"]]

"It is not my fault that you are a scaredy cat," she rolls her eyes. "I am not!" you pout. "Yes, you are," she responds, teasingly splashing you with water. "Hey!" you exclaim as you splash her back. The two of you go back and forth splashing each other before Helena's voice echoes in the night. "I give up, I give up!" she shouts. "Do you now?" you grin pridefully. "Yes," she sighs and leans against a rock "Besides..." [["I want to speak to you about something important,"]]

The two of you laugh with mirth until a mischievious glint shines through her brown eyes. You know that look. The little tyke is planning something. "What are you thinking-?" you ask, voice laced with suspicion. Before you can even complete your sentence, Helena is laughing while she teasingly splashes you with water. "Hey!" you exclaim as you splash her back. The two of you go back and forth splashing each other before Helena's voice echoes in the night. "I give up, I give up!" she shouts. "Do you now?" you grin pridefully. "Yes," she sighs and leans against a rock "Besides..." [["I want to speak to you about something important,"]]

"That is a secret I can't even share with you, my friend," she winks over at you. You roll your eyes. "You are an idiot," Helena gasps dramatically and places a hand over her chest before disolving into giggles. "I proudly present myself, your own personal fool," she bows her head in a show of mock respect. "You are kind of proving my point," you giggle at her antics. "Who says I am trying to disprove it?" she asks, teasingly splashing you with water. "Hey!" you exclaim as you splash her back. The two of you go back and forth splashing each other before Helena's voice echoes in the night. "I give up, I give up!" she shouts. "Do you now?" you grin pridefully. "Yes," she sighs and leans against a rock "Besides..." [["I want to speak to you about something important,"]]

The tone changes abruptly. Helena's gaze softens and in this brief moment she resembles the girl you met that day in the garden. She clears her throat and rummages through her nightgown. "I could not sleep," she admits shyly "So I was looking through some of my old stuff and I found this." Suddenly, out of her nightgown, she pulls out a white seashell. Under the moonlight, the small object shines like it is made of precious silver. Her hands are trembling softly as she hands it over to you. You tenderly trace the soft lines of it with your thumb. "And... and it would mean the world to mean if you would have it," Your eyes widen. You look back and forth between her and the seashell in your hands. There is a different look in her eyes. Almost as if she is pleading you to have it. [[You accept]] [[You refuse]]

"I..." You don't know what to say. This might be the last token Helena has of her old life, of the family and home she often reminisces about. And she is offering it to you with such ease, such trust. "Thank you," you mutter finally, unsure what else to say. As if she can read your mind, Helena reaches out and grasps your wrist. She interwines her fingers with yours and squeezes your hand. "You don't need to," The two of you say nothing more for the night. But her eyes speak what no lips could ever utter. You are her new home. And just maybe she is yours. [[But nothing good ever lasts forever]]

"I-I can't have it," you stutter, overwhelmed by the emotion in her eyes "It is a part of your home. Of your old life. You should keep it." You try to hand the seashell back to her, but she simply pushes it back in your palms. "But I want you to have it," she insists "Please." [[You accept]] [[With a heavy heart, you say no]]

"It is yours," you repeat, voice heavy "You should keep it." "But I want to give it to you-," "And I cannot take it, Helena. Please don't ask this of me," Helena looks at you as if you have shattered her heart in a million pieces and then walked all over the remains. She takes the seashell back with shaking hands. It looks like she may cry. The two of you spend the rest of the night in silence. What else is there to be said? You feel as if something has irreversibly changed between the two of you and you don't know how to put it back in place. Right before the two of you say goodbye, you feel her hands wrap around your wrist. You gasp as she pulls you into a tight, warm embrace. "I will always be there for you," she whispers "Till the very end." The sun is rising. In the far distance, a swan sings its final song. But here all is good. Here all is safe. [[But nothing good ever lasts forever]]

Two hours before the fire... [[The hearth burns warm...]]

Summer goes and so does autumn. Winter is here at last. (if:$coldlike is "true")[Your favourite of seasons. Its cold is much more preferable to the seering heat of the summer.](if:$coldlike is "false")[The worst season of all in your humble opinion. The cold makes you want to crawl under your blankets and never leave.] The best thing about winter, however, is your mother's stew. It is her specialty and you look forward to it every time you notice the earth become barren and snow starting to pile up before your window. Helena is dozzing off, head laid on your shoulder. [[You shake her awake]] [[You lean your head against hers]] [[You let her stay there]]

"Let me sleep, you cruel tyrant," "Do you have to sleep on me?" you hiss, irritated. "Yes," she yawns "Now do your duty, pillow." A bright smile graces your mother's face when she strides into the room, two large bowls of stew in hand. "Who wants some stew?" Suddenly, Helena is wide awake. She bounces up and down excitedly. "Me! Me! Me!" she shouts, drool dripping down her chin. Your mother turns to you with a grin. [["Me too!" you join in with Helena]] [[You nod and straighten your back to appear more proper and mature]] [[You shrug, pretending you don't care that much, though your stomach is growling like a wild animal]]

You hum and lean your head against hers. You can't be sure, but you swear you hear her purr like a cat in response and she slides closer to you. A bright smile graces your mother's face when she strides into the room, two large bowls of stew in hand. "Who wants some stew?" Suddenly, Helena is wide awake. She bounces up and down excitedly. "Me! Me! Me!" she shouts, drool dripping down her chin. Your mother turns to you with a grin. [["Me too!" you join in with Helena]] [[You nod and straighten your back to appear more proper and mature]] [[You shrug, pretending you don't care that much, though your stomach is growling like a wild animal]]

You watch her peaceful expression as she slumbers and can't find it in your heart to wake her. You let her snooze on while you wait for your food to come. A bright smile graces your mother's face when she strides into the room, two large bowls of stew in hand. "Who wants some stew?" Suddenly, Helena is wide awake. She bounces up and down excitedly. "Me! Me! Me!" she shouts, drool dripping down her chin. Your mother turns to you with a grin. [["Me too!" you join in with Helena]] [[You nod and straighten your back to appear more proper and mature]] [[You shrug, pretending you don't care that much, though your stomach is growling like a wild animal]]

Your mother giggles at your reaction. "Looks like I have two hungry wolves on my hands," she teases as she sets your plates before you and takes a seat opposite to you two. Helena digs straight into the food, sloppily swallowing down bite after bite, like she fears someone will steal her food away. You... [[Eat just like her, sloppily and quickly]] [[Dine with your posture perfected, enjoying every bite]]

"What a fine young $child I am raising," your mother praises your manners as she sets your plates before you. You beam proudly at the praise. Helena digs straight into the food, sloppily swallowing down bite after bite, like she fears someone will steal her food away. You... [[Eat just like her, sloppily and quickly]] [[Dine with your posture perfected, enjoying every bite]]

Your mom raises an eyebrow as she sets the plates before you. "So, I am guessing you are not hungry," she begins sliding your food away from you and your stomach protests. "I never said that," you mumble. Your mother throws her head back and laughs, booping your nose playfully and giving you your plate back. Helena digs straight into the food, sloppily swallowing down bite after bite, like she fears someone will steal her food away. You... [[Eat just like her, sloppily and quickly]] [[Dine with your posture perfected, enjoying every bite]]

Your mother frowns as she watches you dig into your food. She clears her throat and shoots you a sharp glance, but you spare her no mind as you enjoy your little feast. After dinner, your mother gathers up the plates and leaves them to the side. Helena yawns, her sleepiness seemingly returning as soon as food is no longer on the table. "Will we get a bedtime story tonight, sister Ydris?" she leans her head on the wooden table, instead of your shoulder this time. "Indeed, you will," your mother grins. [["Tonight, I will tell you a story about a little bird-,"]]

Your mother nods appreciatively at your good table manners. After dinner, your mother gathers up the plates and leaves them to the side. Helena yawns, her sleepiness seemingly returning as soon as food is no longer on the table. "Will we get a bedtime story tonight, sister Ydris?" she leans her head on the wooden table, instead of your shoulder this time. "Indeed, you will," your mother grins. [["Tonight, I will tell you a story about a little bird-,"]]

Helena huddles closer to you as the story begins. //Once there was a little bird. The little birdie flew from tree to tree, from shore to shore, from empire to empire. It had wings of gold and the voice of an angel. So beautiful it was that one day an Emperor saw it sitting by his window and decided he must have it for himself.// [["So, what happened to the bird?" Helena interrupted your mother]]

Your mother did not seem annoyed. If anything, she appeared amused by her curiosity. "Wait, my dear, and you shall see," //The bird came every night and every morning to wake the Emperor and put him to sleep with its sweet song. One day, the Emperor, his heart filled with adoration, invited the bird in his chambers. He fed it seeds of rose blossoms and sunflowers. He gifted it diamonds of red and green and blue and onyx. The two sang all day. But when the bird wished to fly out, it discovered the window had been shut closed.// [["But how can the bird leave now?" Helena frowned in confusion]]

You shush her and she silences with a soft apology. "That's the problem, my dear, exactly," //The bird asked for the Emperor to open the window again. But the Emperor sighed and said that window was broken and it would take days to fix it. He reassured it however that until it was fixed, he had appropiate accomodation for it. A cage of gold that glinted beneath the sunlight. It stood right beside the window, so close to the outside world yet so far. The bird agreed and entered the gold cage. Which the Emperor swiftly locked, reasuring the bird it was for its own safety.// [[Helena looks ready to say something, but she silences herself, leaning closer to listen to the story better]]

//Yet days passed by and the window remained closed. The bird despaired and pleaded with the Emperor to get it fixed. But every day the Emperor said "give my workers a day more. Sing to me and think happier thoughts". And this went on for days and weeks and months. Until one day-.// A scream echoes from behind the door. The air in the room becomes cold and your mother falls silent. "Mo-," "Silence," her voice is cold enough to cut through steel. You feel Helena dig her nails into your flesh. [[For a moment, no one breathes]]

Suddenly, it is not just one scream. But many. They fill the halls, shouting incomprehensible words in a language you don't understand. They are getting louder and louder. They are coming closer and closer. "Closet," your mother hisses silently "Hide in the closet." "But-," "Now," [[Her voice does not leave space for any argument]]

It is a tight space in the closet. It barely fits in you and Helena. The two of you cover your mouths with your hands to try and muffle your breathing. It is dark and humid and claustrophoic. From a brief crack, you can see your mom as she rushes to barricade the door with a chair. But she is too late. The door bursts open and three men rush in. They tower over your mom as she stumbles back. In their hands, they carry peculiar swords with a curved blade, that resembles a half moon. You have never quite seen anything like them, large and bulking, with long beards and scars all over their face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" You don't like the slimmy tone of the man that apporaches your man. Neither do you like the way he clucthes on the handle of his sword. "I fear you may be mistaken, good sirs-," your mother's voice is stable even as he prawls towards her. "Oh, we are not mistaken at all. This land has been claimed in the name of Sultan Murad. May Annur bless him," "Holy land cannot be claimed-," Before your mother can say a word more, his large hands are wrapped around her slim neck. She gasps for air as he squeezes her tightly, blocking her airway. "And yet it has," he grins down at her. [[You can't watch this anymore. You lunge at the man]] [[You stay there. Hidden. Terrified]]

How dare he lay his hand on your mother in such a way? You want to gouge his eyes out simply for daring togaze upon your mother with such disrespect. You let out a guttural scream as you lunge at him. You push him off her with every last bit of your strength, yet he only stumbles back a few steps. He looks down at you with shock. "Get away from my mother, you bastard," "$name," your mother pales. She looks almost like a ghost when she grasps onto your shoulder and pushes you behind her, as if to shield you. The man's shock soon fades away. His gaze trails over your mother before landing on you and then Helena who has come to stand besides you. The surprise is replaced with... amusement? The sight makes you shudder. "Look!" he proclaims, a smirk on his lips "The bitch has a whole runt of pups!" "That one is brave," one of his companions points at you "Maybe $they would do well at the Sultan's service?" (if:$they is "she")["This little girl?" the other one scoffs "No way. But maybe the two would produce some strong sons. Annur knows his Majesty needs a few more. He only has the weakling Ahmad at the moment. We could take them to the harem. Give the mother too. The old hags may not produce children, but she can do laundry I hope."] [["You are not going anywhere with them," your mother hisses]]

"Are you alone?" the man asks your mother suddenly, releasing his grip on her neck ever so slightly. "Yes," your mother's voice is rough as she gasps for air. "We will see about that," he chuckles "You two!" he calls out to his companions "Check the room." "Out the window," she whispers so only you and Helena will hear her, "What the fuck did you just say, bitch-?" the man questions your mother. Then, in the blink of an eye, she grabs the plates of the table and bashes them against his head. The man screams and stumbles back. Warm blood is dripping down his forehead. Helena grips your hand and drags you towards the window. As she latches it open, your eyes never once leave your mother. The man is cursing wildly, calling your mother a bitch and a whore and a thousand other crude words, threatning of what he will do once he gets his hands on her. She grabs a wooden chair and raises it above her head, slamming it against one of the other men's face when they try to approach her. The window is open. Helena jumps out. "$name, come!" she screams, urging you to follow. But you only have eyes for your mother. "Go," your mother screams as she grabs a knife and throws it towards one of the men, strking him right in the eye and making him double over in pain "I will follow after!" [[You leap out of the window]]

"Oh," the man laughs as if she has uttered something so ridiculous it is beyond his wildest imaginations "And how do you intend to stop us?" "Out the window," she whispers so only you and Helena will hear her, Then, in the blink of an eye, she grabs the plates of the table and bashes them against his head. The man screams and stumbles back. Warm blood is dripping down his forehead. Helena grips your hand and drags you towards the window. As she latches it open, your eyes never once leave your mother. The man is cursing wildly, calling your mother a bitch and a whore and a thousand other crude words, threatning of what he will do once he gets his hands on her. She grabs a wooden chair and raises it above her head, slamming it against one of the other men's face when they try to approach her. The window is open. Helena jumps out. "$name, come!" she screams, urging you to follow. But you only have eyes for your mother. "Go," your mother screams as she grabs a knife and throws it towards one of the men, strking him right in the eye and making him double over in pain "I will follow after!" [[You leap out of the window]]

You run down the hill. Your legs are aching, your eyes are burning, but you run and you run and you don't stop running. Helena runs, only a few meters in front of you. Your mother is not following. The realization makes you stop abruptly. You snap your head back only to find a terrifying sight upon the hill. A dozen of men sit at the top, their gazes pinned at your retreating forms. Besides them stand dogs-. No, these creatures are not dogs. They are not even wolves. They are humongous construction of flesh and gears and metal. Their eyes shine like fire. "Release the hounds," "$name!" Helena calls after you, desperately. The monsters start running after you. [[And so you run.]]

You run faster than you ever thought you could. You run until you pass through the river and reach the woods. You run through the woods, even as your clothes are torn apart by thorny bushes and vines. You are running and running because it is all you can do. You may be running. But so are they. The monsters are running after you. You can hear the metal grinding against each other, the monstrous machines scraping against the trees, their howls filling the woods. They are everywhere. They are after you. And all you can do is run forward. [[Until you can't anymore]]

You scream as the large jaws of the beast close around your ankle. You are bleeding. You are going to die. You try to kick at its head, to force it to release you from its jaws. You cling to everything you can grasp, trees, vines, the very soil of the earth. Nothing stops it. It drags you through the forest while you scream and cry and pray. No one hears you. No one comes to save you. [[You pass out from the pain]]

In your dreams, a bird is being torn apart limb by limb by a wolf. Your dreams are much happier than the reality you are living. You wake up in what appears to be a camp of sorts. The people here are dressed in rags, their bodies covered in deep scars and brusies. You can see the flesh dangling off their bones. Are they even alive? You look around, gaze seeking from the familiar sight of your mother and Helena. You find nothing. Someone shoves you down on the ground. Dirt fills your mouth and tears fill your eyes. A soldier stands, towering above you. He has a sword similiar to the ones the men your mother fought with were carrying. He throws a shovel down before you. "You are awake. Start digging," he spits out. "Where is my mom-?" "Start digging," he repeats and raises his sword above your head, prepared to bring it down on you. [[You obey]]

You dig and you dig and you dig. You are not alone. Slowly more and more people join in. Some have shackles around their ankles. Others not. But they all carry themselves with the same hopelessness. "Why are we digging?" you ask an old man besides you. His arms are shaking as he raises his shovel. He barely has the strength to raise his head and look at you. "For the dead," You want to ask what he means. But before you can, the soldier screams at you to get moving. By the end of the day, you watch by in terror as the soldier steps in and cuts the old man's head off. "This is what lazy dogs get," he raises the decapitated head "Work harder or you are next." You feel sick. A part of you wants to die. A bigger one wants to live. [[You work harder]]

The man is not the last one to die that day. You count three more and you are certain you missed some. "Enough," the soldier proclaims. You don't need to be told twice. You step back and so do the others. You look at your handywork and your heart stops at the sight before you. Graves. You were digging graves. Finally, you realize what the dead man had meant. You contemplate jumping into one of the large holes and letting them bury you alive. [["Now take the bodies and shove them in," the soldier orders]]

The corpses. There is a mountain of them. You don't want to look at them. You can't take it. Yet you can't look away either. Because amongst the corpses, two very familiar faces lay dead. [[Inspect your mother's corpse]] [[Inspect Helena's corpse]]

Your mother looks exactly as you remember her. Except for one detail. The large gaping hole right in the middle of her chest, still bleeding and already festered with worms, maggits and flies, gliding around her open ribcage. [["Bury them all," the soldier orders]]

You can barely see Helena. The hounds have ripped her apart. Her right leg has been torn apart. There is blood everywhere. On her clothes, on her hair, on her face. She has been taken apart limb by limb and only the traces of who she once was are left. [["Bury them all," the soldier orders]]

And that is exactly what you do. With sobs and tears, you bury them. You bury them together. You hope they will find some peace, knowing they are together, but deep down you know it does not matter. They are dead. They are dead and you are alive. And you hate yourself for it. The soldiers burn the temple. You watch as your home, your life, your dreams, your being is consumed by the flames and suffocated by the ashes. You think... [[I will burn you all one day]] [[Come back to me, mom, please]] [[Someone, save me]] [[I am sorry, I am sorry]] [[I wish I was dead]] [[Please I don't want to die]]

You swear it upon yourself, your Gods and your mother's grave. They will pay for it. Maybe not today and not tomorrow, but one day, you will burn every single one of them. [[You will kill every single one of the bastards that killed your soul]]

You stare at her grave and beg for her to return you. She never does. [[You are alone]]

No one saves you. Not the Gods, not your mother, no one. [[You are doomed]]

Who are you apologizing to? What for? To your mother for failing her? To Helena for not being strong enough to save her? To them both? To yourself? You don't know. Maybe you will never know. Yet still you beg for forgiveness and pray it will be granted to you one day. [[It never is]]

It would be so easy, you ponder as you look upon the flames consuming your home. So easy to jump in and dance with the flames one last time. One moment of pain and then eternal peace. Is it not a worthy price to reconnect with your family? Yet something holds you back. [[You survive that night, yet you do not live]]

Your prayers are heard. You survive that night and then the one after that. You live to grow up, to see what life with chains is like. [[You live, but you don't feel alive]]

[[Your life after the fire...]]