May. 7th, 2009
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Note: Rather than trying to get everything into one larger story, which seems to be eluding me, I'll break it down a bit.
He had a sister. For the last couple of months, since he had made the fateful- and indeed, as his people saw it, bound by Fate, decision, he had been having flashes of...something. It was tied to that which had always stopped him from reaching the truest understanding of his path. Family. One way or another, it had been the aspect around which his existence had revolved. Whether love or hate, his family had always been a part of his existence.
It was not something he would reveal to any priest, nor tell to any gaje. Because it was the one weakness he had never excised from himself.
Is it really a weakness? He thought to himself. When all else abandons you, or fails, in the end, you have family. Is that not a strength you can draw from?
And now I have a sister. The again was unspoken, even in his mind. The one death he felt any guilt for. The anger that had driven him further into his existence, until he had discovered his sire's betrayal, and found a new anger.
And she was in so many ways like Tsura. She would not be told what to do, how to do it. She reigned him in when he was running ahead of himself. She knew of many mysteries, and would not share them.
He had a sister again. And this one would not die by his hands. This one would not die. Let them come, he would show them a Rom's protection of his Pena.
He had a sister. For the last couple of months, since he had made the fateful- and indeed, as his people saw it, bound by Fate, decision, he had been having flashes of...something. It was tied to that which had always stopped him from reaching the truest understanding of his path. Family. One way or another, it had been the aspect around which his existence had revolved. Whether love or hate, his family had always been a part of his existence.
It was not something he would reveal to any priest, nor tell to any gaje. Because it was the one weakness he had never excised from himself.
Is it really a weakness? He thought to himself. When all else abandons you, or fails, in the end, you have family. Is that not a strength you can draw from?
And now I have a sister. The again was unspoken, even in his mind. The one death he felt any guilt for. The anger that had driven him further into his existence, until he had discovered his sire's betrayal, and found a new anger.
And she was in so many ways like Tsura. She would not be told what to do, how to do it. She reigned him in when he was running ahead of himself. She knew of many mysteries, and would not share them.
He had a sister again. And this one would not die by his hands. This one would not die. Let them come, he would show them a Rom's protection of his Pena.