An Inevitable Life (Pt. 1)

[Malocchio 983]

OOC Note: 90 percent of these events have indeed happened in roleplay situations. I offer a thank you to all who’ve provided such interesting, well-played memories that certainly have influenced my character. Over time, I will post other parts to the life of Saharfajhari because (personally) I’d like to keep track of all these happenings. The next posting will involve how the Lorraine cross scar came to be. Enjoy!

 

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Saharfajhari paced around abode of both Nafis and herself, in which his youthful daughter, Almas resided, too. Many thoughts danced through her idle mind as she sifted through memories in contemplation, reasonably questioning why the lot of them had occurred but all made sense, in the end. After enough thought.

 

The Qalasheen woman was born in the thriving city of Al-Dirahk, the heart of the Caliphate in the Athera. With parents of equally horrific past-lives, she was content as a child; the youth born to a wealthy, prominent merchant and an entertainer - a beautiful, pure Farfolk who danced for coin. Everything had a sweet taste of perfection. The food in her years of youth was astonishingly nourishing, those involved in her life were influential in the good sort of way. Except two. Unknown to many, Saharfajhari was the youngest of three children born to the merchant and alluring entertainer; her brothers, Jalaf and Hamza el-Abdulrashid, un-identical twins, were of the cruelest of nature, most obviously born without a heart or the likes - ‘least in eyes of Saharfajhari.

 

Fast-forward on her life - the twins decided that their aggression would draw out further when they butchered their own father out of greed and hopes to skin every coin from the aging man. Over time, the image of her bloodied father would reappear in her mind, almost periodically. Yet with time, she pushed along in her life - attempting to take control of her own path. For some time, a fifteen year old Saharfajhari prospered in the business of protecting many-a-merchants, who mostly hailed from the Kingdom of Oren. She followed them day through the evening hours, in the desert, guiding them safely to Al-Dirahk so that she may earn coin and they would deliver their products without hassle to the merchandising city. A typical job for those who have time to spare and require coin.

 

Time passed - two years of harsh work in the desert, shooting men down with a simple bow and arrow for coin, guiding lecherous Orenian merchants to the city in which she called her home. It was unbearable after all that time and she retired, aged seventeen.

 

That was when she met Nafis Yar of Al-Dirahk, Enepay the Shepherd, those of House Kharadeen and Zhulik.

 

Upon running into three young men - one out of the trio had caught her eye. A crush. One that made her heat in the cheeks. Her gaze traveled onto Arlen, inspecting him from her standpoint near the three; a young, mischievous Qali named Nafis, alongside his brother, Enepay - and of course, the youthful Kharadeen prince. A few days after the exchange between Saharfajhari and the three young men, it appeared that Arlen had an eye for the girl. They agreed to have a dinner within the grand palace of the Caliph, Faiz.

 

All would change that very evening. A peaceful dinner was accompanied by a disagreement between the prince and an aged man who went by the name of Zhulik. It ended with the death of the mentioned, innocent prince who had just meandered into that of adulthood. Zhulik, deranged by alcohol, gored the neck of Arlen with the end of a broken glass bottle - all in front of the young woman. With that, she fled to her home hastily, locking herself inside the dimmed, lonesome abode for many days, refraining from eating or even sending a glance to the outside world. Turns out that she only reeled the horrific situation lower after losing memory of the incident which drove the shepherd, Enepay, off the wall. A trial was held and Zhulik was found innocent yet most of the citizens were bemused, too.

 

Without explanation, Arlen would soon be seen sauntering through the bustling streets of Al-Dirahk, as if not a single thing was wrong with the cold, cruel world Saharfajhari was now very familiar with. Soon, the prince, who the young girl was childishly yet madly in love with, disappeared with no words to spare. Years passed and she remained hopeful - hopeful that one day he might return to Al-Dirahk. But to her disbelief, he never did.

 

To be continued.

[mkaxeman 1106]

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Idk if this is OOC or IC post but good job very nice read

 

[tilly 5115]

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