Alone on the bridge near The Dragon Temple, a Fin'ullen named Yala turned over the necklace she had faithfully worn for years, a carved roly-poly on the face of the necklace, a reminder of her adopted brother. While couldn't recall the memories of her new brother, or remember how she met her husband, she did recall something else, a new memory.
In the dream-like world of her subconscious, a hand reached out from an unseen mirror to grab her and pull her in, she landed with a soft thump. Picking her head up, she heard a faint like crying coming from somewhere up ahead, and looking that direction yielded a small masked figure, hunched over and huddled, crying. She hesitated, moving forward toward the figure, spotting a bright green bow on the back of its head. Without thinking, her hand reached forward and grabbed the bow, and as the mask fell off, the figure grew into a hunched over creature, gray fur and horns on its head. Its boney chest heaving from each wail and cry, as it protested to the world of the unfair hand it had dealt.
With a soft sigh, Yala moved to wrap her arms around the Wendigo figure, which grew quiet in its sniffles, settling down. It begins to crack and break, resembling a porcelain-like woman with angel wings, which is protectively wrapped around Yala. She was now looking..at herself, with a somber gaze.
The memory of how he treated her, her close friends, her first husband..it had all come back. She turned over the necklace again, raising it above the waters. With a plop, the necklace sank below the waters into the murky bottom, never to see the light of day again. The Teledden was right, her..she couldn't call him brother anymore, he was a monster. She turned and with a newfound peace, made her way back over to her house, quiet and reflective.
In the dream-like world of her subconscious, a hand reached out from an unseen mirror to grab her and pull her in, she landed with a soft thump. Picking her head up, she heard a faint like crying coming from somewhere up ahead, and looking that direction yielded a small masked figure, hunched over and huddled, crying. She hesitated, moving forward toward the figure, spotting a bright green bow on the back of its head. Without thinking, her hand reached forward and grabbed the bow, and as the mask fell off, the figure grew into a hunched over creature, gray fur and horns on its head. Its boney chest heaving from each wail and cry, as it protested to the world of the unfair hand it had dealt.
With a soft sigh, Yala moved to wrap her arms around the Wendigo figure, which grew quiet in its sniffles, settling down. It begins to crack and break, resembling a porcelain-like woman with angel wings, which is protectively wrapped around Yala. She was now looking..at herself, with a somber gaze.
The memory of how he treated her, her close friends, her first husband..it had all come back. She turned over the necklace again, raising it above the waters. With a plop, the necklace sank below the waters into the murky bottom, never to see the light of day again. The Teledden was right, her..she couldn't call him brother anymore, he was a monster. She turned and with a newfound peace, made her way back over to her house, quiet and reflective.
