Solitary Confinement

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Days turned into weeks. The confinement in silence and loneliness was getting to her. The young human child stared up at the door, her hair matted and covered in blood. Trembling she moved back under the bed, waiting for the dark skinned men to come back. Waiting for her father to come save her. So far he had yet to come. A whole elven day passed and still she had not been spoken to. Food was given to her but she barely touched it. Her small body hidden under the bed everytime the door opened. When it closed she would ram herself into it until she bled. The walls covered in her scratches as she tried to claw her way out of the room.

 

Whispers. She began to hear them. Khel was the one she had hurt. He spoke of killing her papa. He spoke of her real father, told her she belong with him. No, her real father was cruel and angry. He blamed her, that's why she ran. That's why she moved in with Aislinn. Aislinn was kind, he adopted her, became Papa. He taught her much, what the body had inside. She learned how to wield a stiletto, now lost in her childish anger against Khel. Two Elven days and she grew tired of fighting. She curled up on the bed. Still barely hissing at anyone who approached her door. Her eyes heavy from crying, from losing her freedom.

 

Khel said she would be interrogated. She never knew what it meant. Was being locked up and alone what it meant? Papa? Where was her papa? Mama had long since abandoned her. Men in blue? No, they disliked her for pushing Yulna off a ledge. What was her name again? Jo? Vera? Monster? She couldn't remember. She bit her lip, drawing blood as her form looked more wild and wild. Her mouth would open in silent wails for help, for freedom, yet no one came to her aid. Aeyrius. That was the dark child's name.

 

Where was he? He was why she was here. She wanted to find him, her only friend. She did not want to see him hurt. She had tried to stop her papa from hurting him, but she was too little, too weak. She still was. Slowly she pulled her knees close and curled up in a ball in the corner. Notes liter the floor, drawings of Aislinn, Aeyrius, of her. Notes of how she wanted to go home, of what she had done. The arm pad she always wore, now empty and on the floor of her cell. All she had left was her book. It lay open on the bed with the picture of her family, of Sha, Aislinn and Vera.

 

Vera. She was Vera.

 

 

 

OOC

((I am writing this as Vera has been locked in the Malinor prison for a few days now. I have been on other characters while I waited for her "interrogation" though I think she was forgotten about XP. Makes for character development at least.))

[theflyingpen 43]

As Valmir watches the shouting match inside of the delver base his thoughts begin to wonder to happier times within the halls.  The days where there was less fighting, the days where friends were friends and not just passing strangers, the days when the halls of his home was actually a home, not a rampant battlefield.

Watching Laila be burned from the blasts of electricity from the mage on his right he thinks of the last time he actually smiled, a genuine smile, not what he walks around with anymore.  The last few people who made him smile, the people who gave him the family he lost so long ago.

He briefly smiles again in memory of the the family he once almost held.  He thought of Alya, even though she was no more than a disorder created by the others, a mere illusion that he begun to hold close.

 

He thought of Vera, the little girl who he had hoped to take under his wings, to give her a real home, to give her what he never had. He had always been disheartened seeing her walk around, writing on her pad she was looking for her mommy and daddy, he felt the same way when he lost his parents except he knew they were gone for good.

He was hoping to create a family, but it was not meant to be.

As Valmir looks up, the argument, fighting, and shouting was done.  The only thing left for him to do was to sit in his room, thinking about the past as he always have.

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