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It had been one month, six days, twelve hours, five minutes, and seven, eight, night, ten seconds since Chess had found out about the relationship between Valen and Hilaria. Her nose curled upward in distaste, the names leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She hated them, no she despised them; hate wasn’t strong enough a word. She glared off to the side, her back leaning against the wall in her parents’ home. She had been drug here by her father, ‘invited’ to dinner he called it. She scoffed as she glared out the window at nothing, the world was her battleground and its very existence made her angry. She growled for no reason, her tail twitching in agitation as she stood there. Moral hovered off somewhere to the side, she had honestly treated the little fairy poorly this past month. Even he, her constant companion from when she was small brought her pain. We can share him, the words rung out in her head making her growl louder. She could run from the talks, she could hide from the world, she could fight against the help offered, slap away the out reached hand, but how in all the goddesses’ names was she supposed to hide from her own bloody mind?

It had refused over this past month to leave her alone, to give her solace from her pain. She hated it! If she could shred it from her skull she would, how she hated that constantly nagging inner voice. She hated being with people, she hated being alone, but above all else she hated having time to think. She gave a low snarl her claws digging into her own palms as she glared at nothing.

“Time for supper.” The words were spoken softly from the doorway; her mother stood there, a slight ethereal glow around him. She almost snapped, catching herself at the last moment as she looked at her mother inclining her head.

“Yes, mother.” Her voice was soft, pitched at such an octave so the irrational anger could not be heard. Her mother lingered there a moment, watching his child a worried expression on that normally impassive face. He was young, a young parent, a young AI, and inexperienced in the ways of emotions, never had he faced such a conundrum as this. He knew not how to reach his daughter and he anguished over it with her father many a night. Careful not to sigh he exited the room leaving his daughter to herself once more.

Chess watched him go, glaring at the door for long moments before shaking her head and pushing off the wall to follow after him. She could hear them from the stairs, her ears twitching forward catching the voices of her family, Tegu, Crypt, Tempest her father, and Data her mother. They were speaking in hushed tones, probably about her, she knew in a distant sort of way that she was causing them worry. Yet in all of this she couldn’t bring herself to care, at least not enough to stop her downward spiral of self destruction.

She made her way down the stairs, moving to take her seat at the table. She did not look at those gathered, but the silence that descended when she entered the room was palpable. She had to force the growl down, drowning it instead in drink. Supper moved forward in a slow manner, one that was tense and unsure of where it was going. Her parents were doing their best not to set her off and she knew that, and she knew in that way that one just knows when something is a bad idea, that her brother and his lover were trying to keep it civil. They had become very muted around her, usually they were all over each other but since her excursion with love, they had kept it pg around her. She hated it, in a sense, why was everyone treating her like a ticking time bomb?

She slammed her hands palm down on the table and stood up. “I’m leaving.” Was the only explanation given as she stormed out the door, her voice tight with anger; she didn’t wait for an answer and was off taking to the sky well before anyone had stood.

She found herself in the dark part of the woods again, the part she had been warned to keep out of as a child. She cared not for its silence, cared not about keeping the peace. She tore through the forest waking the sleeping spirits there and causing a disruption. She stood waiting, her body ready, though her legs trembled slightly. There it was, it came for her, the troll was one of several that wandered around here, but she cared not.

She dove in, using Moral as a distraction as she attacked. The fight was loud, and rung throughout the forest, the clash of metal against stone skin. She seemed unmindful of her bruises, the welts lumping up over the already torn flesh, the blood that slid down her arms and sides, making her clothes stick to her uncomfortably, she paid no heed to any of this. Pushing her all into this fight, out to destroy this monster of the forest, this monster of her dreams, this terror of her mind, but one was left to wonder if it was the troll or something else she battled here.

Chess fought long and she fought hard. Pressing the troll, on and on, she kept pushing and pushing, testing her very limits. It wasn’t something that was a good idea for her, not something that she should be doing but she did it anyway. There was a great rumble, like thunder across the plains, and then the earth shook slightly and then things were quiet. So painfully quiet, the sound, or lack thereof was a heavy oppression in her ears as she sat beside the body of the troll. Moral fluttered around her head, before landing on her shoulder the little fairy honestly worried about her. Though he wasn’t sure what to do about it, all he could do was offer his solace.

She sat there for an undetermined amount of time, could have been minutes could have been hours, for all she knew. Just eventually she pushed herself to her feet, her limbs tired and tight and her knees almost gave out from under her at that point. She shook herself off before sighing and stumbling forward. She had no idea where she was going, no plans and that it was then that she saw him. She wasn’t sure how long he had been there or where he had even come from.

A slow rage was building up inside her, a slow and seemingly endless void opening in the pit of her stomach. She gave a feral sort of growl before lunging at Valen. She gave him no warning, no words, nothing she just attacked. Her intent to harm him clear in her eyes, as Moral dove around her head in a panic. “Watchout!” Though who it was aimed at was anyone’s guess as she flew at the male.

She was slow with her attacks and she maybe got in three to four before her body simply refused to go on any further. Her legs trembled as she stood before him, had been about to lunge at him again, she hadn’t even bothered to pull her weapon just been using her hands. She stood there for a long moment before her knees buckled and she tumbled to the ground. She laid there staring up at the world for a long moment, just watching it before her eyes fluttered closed.