She was in a stranger's home, living in a stranger's life. She had her own room, plenty of books to read, and meals when she had the need for it. The water was clean and her bed was made every morning. She owned a desk and a chair to match it, and a candle to light late at night with matches to boot. There was no weather that could breach the home's sturdy walls and there was no man who could breach through the warrior's halls. She was safe at last. What more could a child want?
When Elyon found out what they planned to do with the woman who took her in as her own, it took every ounce of her being to not cry. How could she stand by and let this happen? She had done nothing to deserve this life that the dragon had given her, Elyon had done nothing good at all. She wasn't meant for this all, she was meant to stay by Siora's side until she drew her very last breath. Now, all Elyon could do was think back to when she took the deal. The Priestess would be dead, and Elyon could have died for her. Regret piled on in her stomach, causing her to turn and turn the night before. She should have never ventured off from their care, she should have stayed in the keep with them, and she should have certainly stayed by their side up until the guards came raining down on them.
Elyon was living with the enemy now. The enemy, that gifted her a new life. How could she have trusted them? How could she have been so naive to follow him, to trust his word? How could she have followed her mind, hoping and wishing on a child's foolish dream that she could bring peace to the fight between her old life and new?
Maybe I am a child.
Tears began to form at the brim of her eyes as she squeezed her body together underneath the comfort of a blanket.
Children can cry, she repeated to herself.
She shook violently, the tears coming down by force. Her hair was wrangled around her face and her nose began to become stuffed up with gunk. Maybe her housemates noticed, maybe they did not. Her heart sunk beneath the soft covers, her own chest heaving as she tried to grasp air.
After what felt like hours, Elyon finally slept. Her mind had come to a conclusion; she had made a terrible mistake. She could never repay the stranger for what he had given her, and now she is stuck living in the wrong life.
When Elyon found out what they planned to do with the woman who took her in as her own, it took every ounce of her being to not cry. How could she stand by and let this happen? She had done nothing to deserve this life that the dragon had given her, Elyon had done nothing good at all. She wasn't meant for this all, she was meant to stay by Siora's side until she drew her very last breath. Now, all Elyon could do was think back to when she took the deal. The Priestess would be dead, and Elyon could have died for her. Regret piled on in her stomach, causing her to turn and turn the night before. She should have never ventured off from their care, she should have stayed in the keep with them, and she should have certainly stayed by their side up until the guards came raining down on them.
Elyon was living with the enemy now. The enemy, that gifted her a new life. How could she have trusted them? How could she have been so naive to follow him, to trust his word? How could she have followed her mind, hoping and wishing on a child's foolish dream that she could bring peace to the fight between her old life and new?
Maybe I am a child.
Tears began to form at the brim of her eyes as she squeezed her body together underneath the comfort of a blanket.
Children can cry, she repeated to herself.
She shook violently, the tears coming down by force. Her hair was wrangled around her face and her nose began to become stuffed up with gunk. Maybe her housemates noticed, maybe they did not. Her heart sunk beneath the soft covers, her own chest heaving as she tried to grasp air.
After what felt like hours, Elyon finally slept. Her mind had come to a conclusion; she had made a terrible mistake. She could never repay the stranger for what he had given her, and now she is stuck living in the wrong life.
