prelude [ADI] Jun 20, 2013 0:53:47 GMT -5
Post by Adelina Russovo on Jun 20, 2013 0:53:47 GMT -5
"He's destroyed everything, everything. Spilled too much blood, blood that has stained my hands, tainted them with his evil. I cannot stop him. I have tried. He is a demon, sent to drag me to hell,"
Adelina could hear her father's drunken rambling echoing in her thoughts. It had been weeks since they talked, since he came stumbling into her train-car reeking of alcohol. He had fallen apart, torn down by some man that didn't even know her father's name. For years her father had kept the man's identity a secret. And then as she stood over him that night, dabbing at his feverish brow with a damp cloth, she heard the name she had been waiting years for.
"Crash has taken everything from me, everything except you. But not even you are safe. There is no end to this madness, to this suffering..."
She was crouched on the roof of a warehouse along the border of the Carna, peering down at the cracked world beneath her, barely noticing the beautiful splashes of green as plants sprouted through the cement. She wouldn't have noticed except for the blooms of bright red.
"There is no end to this suffering, Adelina..."
"Don't worry, Papa." she whispered, "I'll keep you safe." She spoke the words to the wind, hoping it would carry her promise to her father's ears. She held his words close to her heart as she heard the subtle signs that a Carna patrol was headed this way, letting them buoy her courage. She would do this for him, for the man who had sacrificed everything just to keep her safe.
Her eyes trailed down to the plants again, a delicate smile tracing her lips despite the danger of being caught (or perhaps because of it). She focused on the red flowers, even from the rooftops she could catch their scent on the wind; or maybe that was the scent still clinging to her pockets, where she'd stored them. They were flowers that could only be found around the Oasis, a scent so powerful that it persisted even after the flowers had wilted--which they had, as they'd been in her pockets for weeks as she traveled as a Rogue to wash the scent of Fallen from her.
She missed her home deeply, but this had to be done. At the sound of voices growing closer, she squared her resolve. There was no going back. She felt the wind pick up, hair tickling at her shoulders. She could almost her hear father's voice, almost feel his arms around her in a hug. It was as if the wind was assuring her--that this was the right thing to do.
It was the only way to save him.
She only hoped Adison noticed the flowers, but he always did. Deep down she knew she was hoping that he wouldn't see them and just keep walking, and ignore her signal completely.