They would never come for her. Not now, nor ever. They had to have known she was the only one left in prison, and they chose to abandon her. They left her there, and left her with the consequences of their actions. She would have been executed along with a fake of their leader. She would have died for them, and Elyon doubts that they would have even cared. There would be celebrations, but not for her.
Elyon could say her life is better now, though, because they abandoned her. She has many luxuries that Elyon can't even name, and her master is as loving as she expected a father might be. She was happy in their care, yes, but there lay deep inside her a growing pit of rage. Three words repeated in her mind, pulling her farther from the group's affection: They don't care.
They don't care about you, Elyon.
That could have been you, dead for crimes you never committed, Elyon.
You chose the right path, Elyon. They won't come for you because they're jealous.
They will do anything to take this from you. They're evil, Elyon.
The only man you can trust is your master.
Elyon continued studying, but her mind kept haunting her. Could all of these thoughts be true? Could they really have left her to die? They could be monsters, cruel and unforgiving, and uncaring for any of their own. Elyon went to take hold of her ears, long and sharp, and she gave a quiet huff. These were a reminder of what she can only be- she can never be an Ailor. Her fate would be like theirs, and soon she might be thrown to the streets again. She doesn't want that, she wants what she has now. She wants to become something better.
Spirit be damned, those Frostweaver worshippers would meet their timely demise.
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Elyon could say her life is better now, though, because they abandoned her. She has many luxuries that Elyon can't even name, and her master is as loving as she expected a father might be. She was happy in their care, yes, but there lay deep inside her a growing pit of rage. Three words repeated in her mind, pulling her farther from the group's affection: They don't care.
They don't care about you, Elyon.
That could have been you, dead for crimes you never committed, Elyon.
You chose the right path, Elyon. They won't come for you because they're jealous.
They will do anything to take this from you. They're evil, Elyon.
The only man you can trust is your master.
Elyon continued studying, but her mind kept haunting her. Could all of these thoughts be true? Could they really have left her to die? They could be monsters, cruel and unforgiving, and uncaring for any of their own. Elyon went to take hold of her ears, long and sharp, and she gave a quiet huff. These were a reminder of what she can only be- she can never be an Ailor. Her fate would be like theirs, and soon she might be thrown to the streets again. She doesn't want that, she wants what she has now. She wants to become something better.
Spirit be damned, those Frostweaver worshippers would meet their timely demise.
@PuffyPigeon @xXKingDraugarXx @AnimalisticArts @Vivamente
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