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Oct 31, 2010 11:46:59 GMT -5 |
Post by Hex on Oct 31, 2010 11:46:59 GMT -5
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Nov 1, 2010 11:06:56 GMT -5 |
Post by Hex on Nov 1, 2010 11:06:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v31/madmadisson/1bg_post001bg.jpg,true][atrb=width,600,true] I see my path, but don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what drives me to proceed.
The sun blazed, as if glaring down at the town with aversion. The light was so intense outside it bounced off everything, making it harder to see without some sort of protection. There’s no wonder why the place was a waste land, the sun itself would destroy anything that had the courage to bloom. Nonetheless, this didn’t stop the children from going out to play. This meant Irya had to keep an eye on them, run around with them if necessary. Not that she would mind, on the contrary, she loved spending time with them. She always found their company invigorating, their innocence refreshing, their honesty to be admired, and their imagination remarkable like no other.
Often times they inspired her with her work. The design of her first golem was stirred by a drawing one of the kids had made for her. The idea of how to fuel it was given to her by a conversation they had while eating, and how food was like human's organic battery. She greatly enjoyed their company, and saw them all like the little brothers and sisters she didn’t have.
Irya was thankful her aunt Mabel let her visit, sometimes-even stay at the orphanage with them. Even if her parents didn’t like the idea, Irya would rather be down here in the arid badlands than up there by herself, with little people she could relate too. That didn’t mean that down here finding a kindred mind was any easier. Irya had always been the odd one no matter where she went, but down here people were open and direct; well, at least more so than in Adney.
The day had come and gone, it was now evening. The time of day the copper colored redhead dreaded, not because of the climate change, but because of having to return home. She always waited for her aunt to invite her to stay, usually occupying herself enough for the night to keep her in, but this time, the night sky didn’t have to appear. Mabel had asked Irya to stay before the sun even touched the horizon. As always, she accepted and went on to inform her parents. As she did, she couldn’t help but feel something strange, like goose bumps crawl all over her skin. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stopped and looked back at her aunt. It wasn’t what she asked, but the way and time she asked it that bothered her. She did her best to set the feeling aside and go tuck in the children, as well as find space between them to sleep.
That night, candlelight, and her aunt’s whispers woke her up. “Irya”, she called quietly, careful to not wake up the children around her, “Irya, I have a favor to ask of you”. The girl opened her eyes slowly, rubbing them with her fists to make sure of what she was seeing. “Auntieee”, she groaned. “What’s so important that it can’t wait til morning?”, she yawned as she sat up, scratching her head. “I need you to deliver this to the Bathorys dear” Mabel placed a large envelope on Irya’s lap, then took the young girls hands and placed it over the parcel. “Irya, this is very important. Listen to me carefully”, the girl sat up straight as worry began to flood her mind. The same feeling she had earlier today was setting in once more.
Rarely had she ever heard her aunt speak in such a serious tone. “This envelope needs to get to the Bathorys with haste. The contents are very important, and can only be held or seen by them alone”, she stopped when she heard a clatter come from outside. In a flash Mabel blew the candle out and held Irya, hugging her tightly. She began to whisper in her ear, “I need you to be strong Irya. Don’t show or give the envelope to anyone. This must get to the Bathorys no matter what the cost”, her aunt moved away and helped Irya stand. She placed a cloak around her and squeezed her hands. Irya could hear the envelope crumpling, “Now go, and don’t look back”. |
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