The corpse of a Black Numenorean lieutenant laid at her feet. Blood puddled around her, on the cold steel floor of the infirmary. Walking in for a regular inspection, she had overheard one guard speaking in disgust over her half-Nurnhoth heritage. That simply could not stand. She did not let it stand. She grinned, fire in her eyes as she looked upon to the other soldiers in the room.
"Let this be a lesson, scum!" She reached and slammed her boot into the corpse, "Do not insult the name of your future queen, Aglarari the Rancorous!"
Blood dripped onto the floor as the soldiers assumed their best attempts at staying calm. The armored girl snarled, "Anyone who dares to defy me will reach an even slower, more excruciating death than this one!" She kicked the corpse aside, walking further into the room. "Now, we have an inspection to complete…"
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She blinked, eyes blurring as she slipped from a memory to a fantasy. Red rage was in her eyes as the scrawny woman smirked, adjusting her orange hat as she sat at the table, sipping her beer. That sneer she bore, that overconfidence in her eyes! Eira felt empowered as she tore her sword from its sheath, dashing forth, "Never insult my children, rabe!"
She cut her down, easy and simple. It felt so, so good… the vibration of her sword, the sinking of the blade into her flesh. Eira glared down, smiling in sweet, twisted victory at the corpse of Ruevir in the Prancing Pony. Then, she looked up… she saw Ristiinna's shocked, disgusted face.
Eira immediately got defensive, "She deserved it!"
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Syllea. Oh, young Syllea. She stood, happy as could be in a field surrounded by slarlight. She was standing still, looking up at the stars with that usual playful smile on her face. It was so peaceful, and Eira felt fondly for the young girl. But then… from the shadows of the night sky came these… forms and shapes… They descended upon her, held her down, repeatedly kicked her. Eira heard the sounds of her bones breaking crunching in her ears. She heard the girl cry out in agony. Eira leapt into action. She drew her sword again, heart pounding as she raced to the shadows and beat them. And beat them.
And beat them.
She laughed as she tormented the shadows that tormented Syllea. She smiled, oh this was so sweet! She broke their ribs, she heard their cries. She screamed, "That's for hurting Syllea! You monsters! You wretches! You-"
She heard the cry of a child.
She blinked, her red vision adjusting as she saw a group of young boys, the same age as Syllea, crumpled at her feet.
"Oh, but they deserve it! Don't you dare regret this!"
She looked down at her own, blood stained hands…
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She was surrounded by abyss and shadow. She stood there, in the ethereal darkness. She only saw one thing, one person; his face hidden in shadow. She felt anger against him. throwing her arm, gritting her teeth as she approached him.
"How could you! You keep leaving! Demlemoth always yells at me for coming out of hiding, but never you! And you keep leaving!"
Nimraph stood still as stone, his face hidden in shadows as she screamed on, "I'm so worried about you! How could you do this! Don't you think about anything but yourse-"
She paused when she noticed tears slipping down his barely visible face. She gaped, her anger turning violently inside, while mixed with guilt.
"Wait…" She breathed, slow and hesitant, "I…"
No, wait, those were not tears falling down his face. That was blood! Tears of blood dripped off his cheeks as he opened his mouth and silently screamed. The scream was unheard, but his lips were contorted in terrible pain. She gasped, darting forth and extending her hand, "Nimraph, I'm sorry!"
Fresh wounds ripped open on his chest, somehow inflicted by her words. She cried out, reaching for him but somehow unable to touch him. She watched in terror and shame as his corpse fell to the ground.
"No!"
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Eira gasped as she jerked awake, hand extended towards the canopy of her bed. She laid there, panting, as sweat made the bedsheet cling to her frame. She breathed heavily, eyes adjusting to the darkness of her room. She realized that she was alone. Turning her head, her eyes widened even more when she saw that Nimraph was not sleeping next to her, or even in the room. Eira shrieked, pulling the sheets off her and grabbing a robe as she darted from the room, "Nimraph! Nimraph!"
She had not been able to rest until she found him, having slipped out to spend some time alone. Apparently, he had been unable to sleep…
