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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 20:43:37 GMT -8
Faelan, noting the young woman's discomfort and again interpreting it as something he has engendered, lifts a hand and rubs his eyes wearily to conceal his own embarrassment for having apparently lost the ability to interact with others outside of a mission or other business. The young woman's question did not escape him, nor the implications of the lack of understanding it may denote, and so Faelan explains as best he can in Mando'a, his tone patient and gentle rather than belittling as befits his desire to teach the girl rather than to berate her for her lack of understanding, "Aay'han is a moment when we can remember our dead while also celebrating them. Not happy with so rote an answer, Faelan frowns and tries to expand upon it, his tone unintentionally revealing the depth of his desire to feel such a moment for himself, It is a rare, transcendent moment in time wherein we can allow ourselves to simultaneously experience both the depths of our mourning for those gone from our lives and the joy that they brought to us when they were yet in our lives."
Silent a moment after he speaks, Faelan turns to look towards the mass grave where his sons were lain to rest, saying as much to himself as to the young woman, "It is what we strive for in the daily remembrance, and why we come to places such as this I suppose."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 13, 2016 21:00:48 GMT -8
*Telarial looked up at him as he spoke and could hear the abject sorrow and mild bitterness in his voice. She was grateful he didn't chastise her for her ignorance. The teenager relaxed and took a couple steps forward until she was standing beside the elder Mando'ade.*
"Thank you for explaining. I'm sorry for your loss."
*The young teen felt she could sympathize with him, despite the fact she did not know his story...or who it was that he was mourning. For some odd reason, Telarial felt completely at ease around this Mando'ade. She did something she hadn't done since Arkillian had died. She confided in someone. Telarial's voice was soft, but unmistakably wrathful, and bitter as well as her eyes swept over the burial mounds in front of them.*
"I'm afraid I have yet to experience such a thing. My parents did not die with honor. They were murdered...burned alive when our farm was raided 10 years ago. The demagolka responsible, never paid for his crimes. I will have no peace until they've been avenged."
*Her eyes hardened as she clenched her hands into fists.*
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Keeping his eyes on the mass grave when the young woman thanks him and expresses her sympathy for his loss, Faelan nods with a grunt meant to convey both that she has no need to thank him and that he appreciates her sentiments; the fact that she may not understand a simple grunt could mean all that not occurring to him as Faelan has been too long alone or in the company of those like his brother that know him well enough to read his tone and moods as well as any book.
That that the young woman has approached him, and continues speaking to him, sharing openly things he imagines she has not shared with many others gives Faelan pause; for though he may not entirely understand what gave rise to the sense of kinship he can sense has begun to develop between them, he understands all too well the responsibility as well as the potential rewards of allowing it to take root rather than turning it aside as his bitterness and anger argue he should. "Ni suvarir," * Faelan says softly when the young woman has finished sharing her past and her desire for vengeance with him; for does he not know what it is to desire retribution for the deaths of loved ones even though it will not restore what was lost? Knowing there is little comfort he can offer, no words that could prove a salve for the young woman's grief or understandable anger, Faelan says nothing more, hoping that his silence is interpreted correctly as understanding and sympathy rather than avoidance of speaking of the matter if there is more she would say to a sympathetic listener.
Turning from the mass grave to look at the young woman after a moment, noting her clenched fists, Faelan asks gently to learn if the young woman is as alone in the universe as he suspects she may be after what she has shared and what the look in her eyes suggests to him, "Tion'ad hukaat'kama, ad'ika?" **
* I understand
** Who's watching your back, lass?
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 13, 2016 21:57:49 GMT -8
*Telarial stood in companionable silence with the Mando'ade. Due to her force sensitivity she could feel that he appreciated her condolences. Not only that but she, like Faelan, was beginning to feel a kinship with him as well. In small, subtle ways, this Mando'ade reminded her of Arkillian. He too had been reserved and serious. Maybe that was why she felt so compelled to confide in this stranger. Her eyes softened and her former, angry posture deflated. She turned to look at the Mando'ade standing next to her and his question surprised her. No one until now ever seemed to care for her welfare. She looks at him with what she hoped to be a brave front. As if she could handle anything. As if nothing could hurt her and she was invincible. Her eyes betrayed her true feelings. They were haunted. Like she'd seen dark things. Terrible, unimaginable things. They say your eyes are the windows to your soul. If anything, they spoke volumes of her true vulnerability. She finally answers him in Mando'a.*
"No one. I look after myself."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 22:43:21 GMT -8
Faelan nods, little surprise in his expression, which contains instead commingled admiration for the young woman's spirit and a hint of being troubled by the news she has no one watching out for her other than herself; for the haunted look in her eyes and the vulnerability accompanying it do not escape him, and incite within him a paternal urge to intercede that pains Faelan due to what he feels is the reminder of his failure to protect his sons, or to better prepare them to protect themselves.
Resisting the urge to offer comfort in the form of words or gestures he knows will ultimately prove of little value, Faelan remains silent for a moment before speaking again. He has no desire to seem patronizing, or to suggest the young woman is incapable of caring for herself, but he feels compelled all the same to make it evident to her that he would offer her what support or aid she might want, however temporary it might be needed or desired, and so after a time, looking back at the mass grave rather than at the young woman so that she does not feel scrutinized when she considers what he says next in Mando'a, "And would you change that if you could, ad'ika?" Faelan's offer, he hopes, is evident, and is sincere; like most Mandalorians, Faelan would willingly offer a fellow Mandalorian whatever they might need with no thought of compensation. While he cannot know what the young woman might want or need, Faelan knows what a difference there is between having comrades watching one's back and being alone, whether it be on the battlefield or in life; no Mandalorian, he feels, should feel alone, especially here on Manda'yaim among their own people.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 13, 2016 23:01:02 GMT -8
*Telarial is stunned at his question. How best to answer that? She stood in silent contemplation for a few moments and then evenly met Faelan's gaze, her face grim.*
"My guardian died at the hands of a Jedi when I was 13. For 4 years I've been on my own. Despite my time on Manda'yaim...I feel more like a dar'manda than an actual Mando'ade. The only home I can call my own right now is my ship, the "Dark Shadow". I usually work as a bounty hunter or mercenary but work has been slow lately. I have enough food to eat but not enough fuel to leave the planet. Truth be told, I have nowhere else to go. My name is Telarial by the way."
*A soft smile crept across her face when she sensed his noble motive. She could hardly believe it though. In Telarial's experience...if something was too good to be true, chances were that it was. She gave him a dubious, questioning look, albeit hopeful.*
"Are you...are you offering to be my new guardian?"
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Faelan, not an expressive individual by nature even before the loss of his sons changed him in many ways, bears an impassive expression as he listens to the young woman who later introduces herself as Telarial speak of the loss of her guardian, and of how she has been alone for four years now. It pains Faelan to hear that Telarial feels so divorced from her heritage, and to think that one so young has lost so much, endured so much pain.
"Faelan Bralor," Faelan introduces himself after Telarial has given him her name, and even allows a rare smile of his own to surface in answer to hers. His smile fades when Telarial speaks next, asking if he is proposing to act as her guardian, his expression almost pained as he cannot help but think of his sons, and of the sense of failure he feels for outliving them when no parent should outlive their children. Faelan had not considered that his offer might be interpreted in such a way, had believed that Telarial sought no more than a roof over her head, a place to get back on her feet and someone who could help her do so. Faelan had thought Telarial would not need him for long, though he can see upon reflection that he has been fooling himself to think that when she has been through so much, and seems to want to learn more of the culture she feels she has lost due to her tragic past and what it robbed her of. Telarial, Faelan is finally forced to admit to himself, only asked what he had been offering without knowing he was doing so.
Knowing a truth is not always the same as being ready to accept it, and Faelan does not immediately find the courage to risk opening himself up to all that being guardian to Telarial would mean, instead smiling a bitter smile as he wearily declares in what he hopes is a bantering yet final way, "You could do far better than a tired old di'kut like me for a guardian Telarial. What I can and am offering, he goes on quickly, is a place to stay when you are on Manda'yaim other than aboard your ship, and to help you find work if you'd have it, and, he adds after a pause, to find a more suitable guardian as well, if you wish."
Not wanting to allow Telarial an opportunity to protest or question him, Faelan gestures towards the battered yet well maintained BAX-7 landspeeder he had been headed for when Telarial unexpectedly entered his life, and says, "My vheh'yaime *is not far from here. Do you have a vehicle, or did you arrive on foot?"
* home
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 14, 2016 21:56:51 GMT -8
*Telarial actually allowed herself to smile and nodded in appreciation. She sensed no ill will from this man and felt more at ease. He was honest and genuine. Telarial was usually a very good judge of character. She can sense however, his hesitancy to accept the full role of guardian and glances at the burial mound next to them. Perhaps he feared attachment. No doubt he lost someone very dear to him. She looked back at Faelan*
"I am pleased to meet you Faelan. I gladly accept your offer. I arrived on a speeder bike. I rented it for my trip out here."
*She knew enough not to question Faelan concerning the loved ones he lost...and had to squander her mounting curiosity. She didn't want to be rude to her new host.*
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Nodding with a grunt when Telarial accepts his offer, Faelan is not aware that his relief that his strictly defined parameters for the offer were not something Telarial had taken offense to is abundantly clear in both his expression and body language to even an untrained eye; for Faelan, at the moment, believes that he is capable of maintaining his emotional distance from the young woman no matter how much her story has touched him, or how much he is able to understand the depths of her loss. "You can follow me then," Faelan says, lifting a hand to clasp Telarial's shoulder in a display of the camaraderie he feels has sprung up between them, but instead ends up waving somewhat awkwardly when he fears the gesture might be unwelcome.
Turning and lifting his buy'ce onto his head before anything else can be said, Faelan mutters to himself that he hopes he knows what he is doing and, after sitting in his speeder and waiting for Telarial to retrieve her speeder bike and join him, leads the way to his vheh'yaim.
Faelan's home is a simple, sturdy abode constructed out of veshok wood, circular in shape and dug into the ground with a cut out entrance so that the interior is partially underground in the traditional fashion. After their vehicles are situated, Faelan leads the way to the entrance, asking Telarial, "Have you eaten for the evening yet? I'm sure I have something laying about I can fashion into something edible."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 14, 2016 22:29:25 GMT -8
*Telarial didn't mind the elder Mando'ade's physical gesture and found it rather comforting. She, like Faelan, pulled her helmet back on over her head as she followed him. As they traveled she tried to identify and create landmarks in the event she ever got lost and needed to find her way back to his home. When they arrived at his humble abode she dismounted from the bike and followed him in. She removed her buy'ce once they were indoors. She couldn't stop the childish need to run her hands along the wood of the dwelling and closed her eyes as memories of a time long past resurface unbidden. His question regarding if she's eaten or not snaps her out of it.*
"I'm fine. I don't want you to go through the trouble. I've gone days without eating before."
*At that moment, her stomach deeply rumbled. She glared down at it as if it had just betrayed her. She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.*
"Well...I ate yesterday...does that count?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 23:35:19 GMT -8
The interior of Faelan's home has the temporary feel of a dwelling belonging to someone who does not spend all of their time it, Faelan's occupation as a mercenary and recent duties to his Clan demanding he often spend as much, if not more, time offworld than on it. There are, however, some touches in the decor, lingering on even though his wife and sons are no longer present, hinting to a discerning eye that Faelan was not always alone in residing in the home; a decorative rug with a hint of the feminine, a few scattered nick knacks unlikely to have appealed to one as pragmatic as Faelan seems. The small shine for the remembrance of those lost with its three tiny devotional figures representing Faelan's wife and sons tells a plainer tale requiring little interpretation.
Smiling with an arched eyebrow when the gurgling of her stomach prompts Telarial to reveal that she has not yet eaten today, Faelan points sternly towards a simple table and chairs, telling the young woman sternly in Mando'a, "Sit. A few minutes later, having heated up some leftover meat and vegetable stew, Faelan returns and sets a bowl down in front of Telarial and, setting a pot with more should she not be sated with a single bowl, says in what will soon be clear is his somewhat terse manner of expressing himself, Eat." After setting a second bowl down in the chair across from her, Faelan disappears into the small kitchen briefly, emerging with two steaming mugs of caf not long afterwards, setting one down in front of Telarial before sitting down himself.
As he tucks into the stew, Faelan gestures with his spoon towards a room facing the east, telling Telarial, "You can have that room there. If there's anything you want from your ship, we can get it tomorrow."
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 15, 2016 9:18:36 GMT -8
*Telarial obeys and sits down in the chair Faelan had been pointing at. While he had been in the kitchen, her keen eyes took in her surroundings in their entirety. She noticed the memorial shrine with the figures of a woman and two young lads. They must have been Faelan's family. A wife and two sons from the look of it. It made Telarial sad. No wonder this Mando'ade seemed so aloof. There was no knowing for how long he'd been living on his own. He must have been out to the burial mounds to remember them. As much as she wanted to express her sympathy for his loss...she had a feeling it was a sore subject he wasn't keen on discussing. Besides, it didn't make for very good table conversation.
Once Faelan returned with the steaming bowl of stew, her hungry eyes never left it. Her mouth practically salivated from the delicious aroma and her stomach growled again prompting her to begin her meal. She had already started digging in to her food unabashed before Faelan had even uttered the word "EAT". She finished her first bowl of stew in no time and didn't hesitate eating another. The young teenager ate as though she hadn't done so in weeks. Once she was finished she looked down at her empty bowl with slight disappointment but turned a smiling face up at Faelan.*
"Vor entye"
*With a sigh of contentment she leaned back in her chair and began to sip the cup of caf he placed in front of her. The hot liquid began to revitalize her although she was still rather fatigued. When Faelan gestured towards a vacant room to offer her a place to sleep for the night, her face fell and she looked down at her lap. No doubt it had been one of his son's rooms before they died. She remained silent. Here was this kind Mando'ade freely giving her food and shelter...necessities she felt she didn't deserve. Just being in this place might in some form be considered hallowed ground in Faelan's eyes. Without any warning, she burst into tears. Visiting her buirs' graves had been emotional enough. Knowing that she was even temporarily staying (or what she felt like was invading) in one of Faelan's son's rooms made her feel guilty...no, criminal.*
*"Thank you" Lit: I accept your debt"*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 15:15:34 GMT -8
Smiling as he watches Telarial tuck into the stew with obvious gusto, Faelan chuckles softly with a shake of his head before focusing on his own meal with a bit of relief that the young woman's appetite spares him the need to make any small talk. Let Telarial, Faelan, who is able to laugh at himself for his less than stellar conversational skills, thinks as he eats, find out later that he is not going to be the most entertaining of hosts where chat is concerned.
"Ba'gedet'ye," * Faelan says when Telarial thanks him, the shake of his head that accompanies his words indicating that he finds her thanks unnecessary; he has only done what he believes any Mandalorian would do for another. Leaning back in his chair and sipping his caf, Faelan looks more than a little alarmed when Telarial suddenly begins to cry, the swift change in the young woman's mood baffling to him and preventing him from responding to it as quickly as he feels he should. Knowing what he does of Telarial's past, Faelan can guess at possible reasons for her tears such as not having the chance to shed them until now, but he knows that there may be other reasons as well and spends too long debating what the best response to the unknown shift in Telarial's mood might be, or whether she might prefer to simply be left alone. Setting his caf down, and chiding himself for not having reacted more quickly, Faelan sets his questions and worries about how to handle the moment aside and follows his gut, walking over to Telarial and, without hesitation this time, puts an arm around her shoulders to give her a somewhat awkward embrace meant to be comforting and supportive. Of the opinion that saying nothing, offering only silent support, is at times better than trying to find the right words, Faelan says nothing for now, waiting until Telarial's internal storm passes or until she explains what may have brought it on.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 15, 2016 16:11:56 GMT -8
*Telarial despite the fact she was blossoming from young teen to early adult, was really still a child. She felt the need for some form of support. The last physical contact...a hug...she had received, had been 4 years ago. It was the last embrace she had received from Arkillian before his death. So when Faelan was kind and compassionate enough to wrap one arm around her, she couldn't stop her childish need for one. She twisted around and hugged him, her eyes red and face still wet from tears. She rested her head upon his chest while trying to get her crying under control. When she finally managed to find her voice, she spoke.*
"I'm so sorry! I d-didn't mean to...to have a breakdown like that..."
*She let go of him, feeling embarrassed and internally cursing herself for her weakness. She was supposed to be stronger than this! She hardly knew this Mando'ade and already she had confided in him and had the audacity to freaking -HUG- him! Deep down she wasn't sorry for it. In a way, the way Faelan had hugged her was sometimes the way her own father had when she'd been very small. Though usually her father hugged her like that after a scolding. A sort of gesture that let her know he still loved her even though she had committed a wrong.
Telarial hastily wiped the tears from her face and released a heavy sigh. Her true fatigue began to show. She felt she owed this Mando'ade a clear explanation for her actions. When she spoke again in Mando'a her voice was soft as her eyes went to rest on Faelan's family's memorial shrine..*
"That room...the one you are letting me sleep in...it belonged to one of your sons didn't it'?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:19:04 GMT -8
Faelan tenses up briefly when Telarial turns around and hugs him, only briefly resisting his natural inclination to avoid allowing his attachment to her, or hers to him, from continuing to take root. Putting his other arm around Telarial after a moment, relenting if only for a moment in his effort to maintain some distance between himself and the young woman who has touched him with her fortitude in having endured and seen so much, and who has apparently seen or sensed something within him that Faelan had thought was long gone; though he is not sure he can be what Telarial wants or needs, Faelan finds himself closer to summoning the courage to see if it is within him to do so.
Stepping back when Telarial releases him from the hug, Faelan lifts a hand to rub the back of his neck as, shaking his head after she apologizes, he smiles and, as awkward about speaking of one's feelings as one might expect in someone with Faelan's stoic disposition, assures her in Mando'a, "Don't apologize, ad'ika. Suspecting that she has kept her grief and anger bottled up for a long time, and knowing all too well how that can allow such emotions to fester within and poison one, all the while completely unaware he has misunderstood the source of Telarial's outburst, Faelan tells her, We all need to let things out once in awhile, it is often an unnecessary, if unpleasant step in restoring our mirjahaal." *
Following Telarial's gaze when she looks towards his memorial shrine, Faelan stiffens somewhat at the mention of his sons when she explains some of the reasoning for her breakdown, for it had not occurred to him that she might have such a reaction to the fact the room might belong to one of his sons. Feeling foolish for not having correctly read the situation, Faelan nods, "It did, yes. It was Cathal's room, he adds softly, voice distant for a moment as he remembers his youngest son running from the room into the dining area in the mornings when he was only four, always eager to help prepare the morning meal. Sniffing, visibly collecting himself, Faelan says, I'm sorry, I didn't think . . . deciding it may be best for them both not to dwell on the subject any longer, Faelan points to a room off of the northern wall, explaining, That is the guest room, and will be yours so long as you need it. It is a bit smaller, but should do all the same."
* emotional balance/ well being
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 15, 2016 19:29:30 GMT -8
*Telarial was relieved when Faelan didn't shove her away after embracing him. She listened intently to what he had to say and nodded in silent agreement when Faelan tells her there is no need to apologize.*
"I...didn't want to be a senseless di'kut by trespassing on what I felt to be hallowed ground." Telarial gestured towards Cathal's vacant room. "And I have this...special ability...I can, feel other people's emotions. It's both a blessing and a curse at times..."
*Telarial did not elaborate on the 'special ability'...fearing for her life should Faelan discover she had Jedi powers.*
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2016 19:58:39 GMT -8
Nodding with a grunt, Faelan says, "Empathy does have it's positives and negatives, yes. Were he not so tired, or perhaps not so unsettled by the effect Telarial has exerted on him and what he is beginning to believe it may mean for them both that their paths have crossed, Faelan might pay more attention to the full implications of her comment about being able to feel the emotions of others, but for now Faelan dismisses the remark as hyperbole rather than a literal statement. It is just a room, he adds with a smile, and Cathal has . . . it has not been occupied for some time now. You would not be trespassing, he concludes with a weary smile. But, if the guest room is less uncomfortable for you, use it. Pointing towards another door, he says, There is a 'fresher there, and jokes in hopes of lightening the mood, and it is not hallowed ground at all, I assure you. Scratching his left bicep awkwardly, unsure of what else he could say to make Telarial feel more at ease or welcome in his home, Faelan finally settles on the direct and simple approach, telling her, Make yourself at home. You know where the kitchen is, he nods towards it, help yourself to anything if you get hungry. Nodding his head, he waves awkwardly and tells her, I'll see you in the morning then? Good night."
Shaking his head as he walks towards his own room, Faelan mutters to himself, "Could you be any more stilted and odd old man? Try and remember some people skills, will you?"
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 15, 2016 20:08:06 GMT -8
*Telarial bowed her head graciously and thanked him once again. His comment about the fresher made her laugh. Her laughter was smooth and almost musical in a way. Not at all abrasive. Some would consider it pleasing to listen to. And those that were close to her...or that used to be...had always told her that her laughter was contagious. She grinned at Faelan and wished him good night. She went to the fresher and washed her face. She would have to shower the following day since she had no clean clothing to change into. She took off the main pieces of her besk'aram as to be more comfortable and used her jumpsuit as a pajama. Once she was settled down in the guest bedroom she fell asleep and began to dream.*
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Catching himself smiling at the memory of Telarial's melodic laughter and the joy it brought him to have glimpsed her looking happier and more at ease than he had seen her since first encountering her, Faelan shakes his head as he enters his room, trying to remind himself of the necessity to keep himself from getting too attached to the young woman when he feels the kindest thing he can do for her is to find a more suitable guardian than someone as broken as he could ever hope to be.
Setting his buy'ce atop his dresser, Faelan begins removing the individual pieces of his black and green beskar'gam, examining each to see if any are in need of repair. Satisfied that his armor is not in need of any repair, Faelan, who has a soldier's ability to sleep almost instantly when an opportunity presents itself, lays down and, by willing his mind go quiet despite all it might try and mull over or dwell on, is soon fast asleep.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Nov 15, 2016 20:38:00 GMT -8
*Four hours of peace went by for both sleeping occupants. In Telarial's dream she was a small child again, sitting on her buir's shoulders with tiny hands wrapped around his forehead so she wouldn't fall off. The dream came and went in bits and pieces. She was outside, laughing and playing with her twin brother Adonias. They were stick fighting. Then slowly the dream began to take a dark and violent shift. Soon all the happiness and sunlight vanished and in place of it, she relived the horror of that day. She watched as her buir tried to fight off the invaders only to be beaten nearly senseless. There had been ten raiders. Her mother and father were shoved within their home and the doors were locked. The raiders lit torches and set their dwelling on fire. They encircled it, ensuring her parents could not escape their imminent deaths. Before all of that happened, her mother and father had shoved her beneath the cellar situated beneath their barn. It was safely hidden away. Telarial could hear their screams as they were burned alive. Then the raiders were coming for her...they ripped open the cellar door...the door they were not meant to find and just as a dark shadowy figure reached in to grab her, Telarial woke up screaming.*
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