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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:42 pm
46. Family
Br'dan has never known family.
But for the sake of that boy who will never know his mother, he will become family. Only just now has he begun to realize how important family is.
And that 'family' doesn't only mean a mother and a father and a gaggle of lovely children.
Family is the people you care most about. Now he understands why Kaida's leaving aches in his heart like it does.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:55 pm
47. Creation
She remembers, every time she closes her eyes ...
That look in Yi'lan's eyes when she offered it all, everything she could give, as their lips met. That ache she felt as he took it, and the feeling of warmth and belonging she found in the rythym of their bodies.
The growing discomfort, progressively earlier morning wake-up calls. And when those began to taper off, a growing belly that seemed to swell with accusation every day.
Looking into her child's face, exhausted, but wanting to smile at the wonder of the tiny hand curling around her finger. Wanting to cry because she kept seeing Takashi's face.
What right did she have to create life, when she lived to take another's?
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:05 pm
48. Childhood
For Kaida, childhood had been a time for fun and games, at first, protected by her mother's love and magic. And then her mother had died, and the magic, and she had been left alone amongst people who would no longer treat her kindly.
For Takashi, life as a child had been an unpleasant affair, shunned for the circumstances of his birth, for his parents' sins. His life in that place had been marked by cruelty until Kaida came. He took his vengeance on them then, and when he couldn't remember, Kaida took the blame. With her, he could almost be child, almost.
Yi'lan's childhood wasn't tragic, or cruel. He had a mother, and a father, and though they were rarely altogether, they were family. He wasn't even disliked for his mixed blood. But then, unions between earth and water dragons weren't uncommon. And though it wasn't an unhappy place, he always felt it suffocating him.
Br'dan was never a child. He can't remember a time when life was simple, when he could enjoy the things a child does. Born into slavery, he lived on the edge of danger. Until he met a friend at the fringe of death that freed him from that life and became something of a conscience.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:29 pm
49. Stripes
A young boy ran by her as she passed through a village. He wearing a pink and green striped shirt.
Oh, ancients! I hope they never make him wear something as awful as that, the thought was enough to bring tears to her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:32 pm
50. Breaking the Rules
She'd never been one to follow rules. And she wasn't about to start now. Cracking a few heads should do the job.
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