3 Base Traits: Passionate Family-oriented Controlled
Personality: Pruu is passionate in pretty much all things. Whether it's about her famiy or her training, she does nothing half-assed. She still practices daily with weapons to get stronger and better.
Pruu is extremely loyal to her family/sisters/cousins. The Elarian children of Yeal are her baby sisters, and she hungers to lead them down the honorable path growing up.
Though still able to be one of the most aggressive out there, Pruu has grown to be much more controlled than she used to be. She asserts herself as a determined member of the Aishan society, wanting to ensure their success as a people.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2020 3:13 pm
Starting History:
Fassala loved living on Chibale. She was content to keep to her island with her family and let everyone else go to Jauhar. Unlike some of the others, she had little desire to take over the mainland. As the views of the extremists began to grow in popularity and power, Fassala kept her opinions to herself. She just wanted a peaceful life with her wife, Kou, and their daughter, Myrcella. Though they were more inclined to the extremist mindset, she loved them dearly.
When the war broke, Kou was one of the first to take up arms. She had had enough with uppity earthlings, asking for children from Aisha when they shouldn't have been able to get near her at all! Although Fassala was reluctant to join them, she joined her wife and daughter in Sauti for the battle to come. Bow and arrows in hand, Fassala kept to the rear with Myrcella in her care, focusing her efforts on keeping her little family safe. What enemies Kou could not take down with her spear she brought to their knees with her bare hands. While Kou worried for her mate and daughter, she had also never been more proud of them. She knew Fassala had her reservations, and surely their daughter was too young to see all of this; but to have them both there meant the world to her.
The exile to Yeal was extremely painful for the women. For Fassala, leaving her home for a cause that she hadn't been too enamored with cut deeply. For Kou, the loss of a beloved homeland was also a new beginning. She mourned the departure, of course, but now that they had been separated from their traitorous 'sisters' the extremists could start over. She only wished their daughter felt the same. Myrcella thought of this as the death sentence the earthling's meant it to be. She didn't want to die out on some miserable island! For a time neither woman really knew what to say to calm her, but in time, hope was given to them all.
A new race meant a new chance! Fassala felt that she was clearly part of something bigger than herself, and that made leaving Chibale worth the sacrifice. As the Elaria began to age, the pair decided to take a step into this new life by praying for another daughter. At first they feared Elzira in her youth might not be able to grant their wish, but soon enough they were called to the young goddess' side. Myrcella accompanied them, as the mothers felt it only right to include their eldest, and it was the younger alkidike that noticed what her mothers' minds struggled to comprehend. There was not a single blossom waiting for them; rather, there were two. Kou gave a whooping cheer and scooped Fassala off her feet, kissing her mate with all the passion of a woman in love, much to the embarrassment of Myrcella. Their family was expanding! The war had been so hard on all of them, and losing their home had almost broken their spirits. As a family they weathered the storm and now when all was going well, they were going to welcome two more little souls to the mix.
The elaria born from these blossoms were similar enough in looks, but their spirits could not have been more different. Pyrrha, named for her crimson hair, was light hearted for an Elarian, while Pruu showed herself to be a fighter.
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Pruu's youngling years were fairly straightforward. First and foremost, she was taught about being loyal to family. The Alks and Elarians were her family, and their bond was the most important facet of life. With a sister like Pyrrha, she would often be mocked for being so closely bonded to her look-alike. It didn't take long for Pruu to assert herself among the other younglings though. Anyone who tried to tease her or her sister ended up with an angry youngling all over them. She wished Pyrrha would stand up for herself more, but, for the time, was perfectly content showing others that she would not put up with such disdain.
Outside of family, Pruu spent most of her time training. She would use every play-weapon available to her, eager to learn and prove herself to whoever was around to see. She grew to prefer the straightforward attacks, and held great pride in her abilities. She didn't enjoy toying with her 'prey' as others might. When she was old enough to use real weapons and begin hunting, she would always kill quickly.
As a youngling, she took great inspiration from her mother, Kou. The woman's determination and power was the guiding beacon in her young eyes as she grew. Her relationship with Fassala was a little strained, since she was far more aggressive than the Alk woman would have liked. Still, Pruu would not be seen being disrespectful to her mother. When it came to Myrcella, the relationship was a respectful neutrality. Myrcella spent more time with other Alkidikes than her little sisters, so Pruu didn't know her very well. Of the immediate family, she was closest to her 'twin' sister, Pyrrha. Perhaps love is blind, but she didn't mind her sister's odd behavior. These relationships remain as she enters her prentice years.
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Pruu had been stretching in preparation for training, planning to start her day like normal. The twin blades were her preferred weapon of choice, but perhaps it was time to practice with the other options further? After all, she could sense that she would need to expand her skills while the world grew around her. So much had been changing with the new lands and cultures being discovered. She wanted to be sure she was ready for anything!
Of course, that was a skill no living being had; especially when the unexpected came from right outside their doorstep.
Kou burst into the hut without warning, demanding Pruu’s attention. The Alk was in a panic, gripping a note from her wife. “Fassala! This says she left, but that cannot be! Tell me she’s here!”
Pruu jumped up in her surprise, but quickly relaxed. She didn’t have a lick of concern for her softer mother. “No, I haven’t seen her since the day before.” She could remember Fassala walking around looking rather edgy though. If she were planning to leave, that would explain the behavior.
Myrcella had followed Kou in and let out a growl. “It had to be Pyrrha. That spineless keldari skin talked mother into leaving! How else can you explain this?”
“Was it Pyrrha?” Kou snarled, as she grabbed Pruu’s arm desperately. “That ungrateful little wretch stole Fassala away?!”
Pru’s face paled slightly. Pyrrha? If Fassala had truly left, would she have tried to have her estranged daughter to go along? It had been a while since she had gone to see her twin. Would the hut be empty if she went to look? Kou and Myrcella ranted on with raised voices, pulling Pruu from her thoughts. “Enough!” she snarled, surprised to see the pair actually pause to look. “If you want to see why Fassala left, go look in the mirror! I doubt Fassala would have had the courage to approach Pyrrha after all that has happened.”
Kou hissed sharply, gripping Pruu’s arm tighter. “You dare to speak of courage? Fassala was a proud Alkidike before Pyrrha’s weakling spirit twisted her.”
Pruu felt herself remembering the morning after Pyrrha had left home. Kou had squeezed that same arm to stop her from pursuing her sister… but she wasn’t the same Elarian that she had been before. Pruu bared her teeth and smacked Kou’s cheek, glaring straight into that shocked and angry expression that would have once made her shrink away. “Weakling? Pyrrha is stronger than all of us! Look at what Pyrrha has done! Kicked out of her home? Betrayed and disowned by the very women who prayed for her blossom? Yet she made a place of her own away from us. She is living despite what we have done to her.”
Kou had released her grip slowly, but her eyes remained narrowed like burning daggers. “We have felt nothing but humiliation since Pyrrha bloomed. She’s the one who refused to do what was expected of her.”
Myrcella snorted sharply. “More like dumb luck than strength. I’ll admit, I expected her to be dead by now. She’s an idiot, but even idiots have basic survival skills when pushed to it. But hey, maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll be killed off before she reaches pleasure island, or whatever it is the betrayers seem to think is beyond our home.”
Pruu scowled and shook her head. “Stop talking like that. We don’t even know if Pyrrha has gone. You know, I do not agree with everything she thinks up, but she did not deserve to be treated the way she was. I wish she fit expectations better, but she did not deserve that. Fassala was soft, and yet you loved her. That was all Pyrrha needed from us.”
Kou’s voice was low and sharp, body trembling with a fury that neither daughter had ever seen. “Fassala was my one love.. and Pyrrha ruined it by turning her against me. Pyrrha was nothing but an embarrassment, and you have never shown Fassala the proper respect. We were fine before… By Aisha, I wish you two had never blossomed.” Enraged and in pain, Kou turned and stalked away to collect herself.
Myrcella seemed shocked by what Kou had said, hesitating before staring at Pruu for a long moment. Even she could see.. her family had fallen apart, and her black eyes began to well up sadly. “I thought you were like us, Pruu. Where is your pride?”
Pruu had been momentarily frozen in place. She had faced Kou’s wrath before, but those words struck into her essence. She had always been so focused on being part of the clan, not raising a fuss, and being as perfect as she could be. Being shunned had been a deep-seated fear that tormented the deeper parts of her mind. Here it was though.. and, to her surprise, she felt more relief than sadness. It was as if a burden had been pulled from her shoulders. With a deep breath to calm herself, Pruu stepped forward to put her face close to Myrcella’s, meeting her gaze full force. “My pride? It is with my sisters. All of them. It is with myself, when I figure out how to right my wrongs. Perhaps you should figure out where your pride is, cousin.”
Myrcella laughed to cover her own shock. “What? Are you planning to go get Pyrrha to move back here? You will never get everyone to accept her. She is not worth tearing our family apart like this!”
“Pyrrha did nothing of the sort. If you want to face the one who did the tearing, just go back home.” Pruu set her jaw and turned away. “I don’t need to make everyone accept her anyway,” she said firmly, “I just need to make sure that I do. You should leave.” She never had doubted her love for her eccentric twin, but full acceptance had never been her strong suit. What would have come of Pyrrha if she had remained home though? The poor thing would have withered away; that much was certain. Pyrrha had been able to live for herself since getting out.
It was time for her to start thinking for herself, and doing what she wanted for her own sake as well. She had always seen herself as strong and capable, but she was learning about different kinds of strength as she grew. Those strengths were what Pyrrha had always bore. Pruu looked around her now empty hut and let out a long sigh. She was not just Kou and Fassala’s daughter. She was Pruu, and Pruu could finally see what she had been missing. With Fassala’s disappearance on her mind, she headed out to Pyrrha’s hut, praying she wasn’t too late.
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Conclusion: Pruu’s goals have always centered around being a model Elarian. She wanted to be of benefit to her clan and family, a source of pride for everyone. Despite her usually headstrong and straightforward mannerisms, Pruu was always missing a little something within herself. She certainly was proud of her physical accomplishments, and had thought the personal side was fine. There was more to the personal aspect that was not balanced properly, and she is ready to allow the missing balance of community and personal life that she desires.
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Warrior - Journal entry 1 For the Future
The hut in the woods looked as it had pretty much every time Pruu had gone to visit, but the air was different. It was empty of the life that had been there. After the encounter with her mother and sister, Pruu had taken a little time to collect her thoughts before going to check on her twin. After all, if Fassala had gotten up the courage to leave, she couldn’t help wondering if that courage had included trying to influence the estranged daughter to leave as well.
Pruu could not remember the last time she had cried. Perhaps as a youngling? Almost when her twin had been banished from their home, certainly; but she had managed to reserve herself even then. This hit her very differently though, and she was shocked at the tears that fell without restraint. Each time she read over Pyrrha’s letter and read the love and fear written down, it was as though a fresh wave of loss washed over her. She tried brushing at her face, desperate for the apparent river to end, but they were sourced from far beyond the surface of her mind. Deep in her heart, a dam had burst.
She found herself in a confusing whirlpool of disbelief and understanding; a swirl of heartbreak and relief. How could Pyrrha have left without saying anything to her? It was safer this way. How would she know if Pyrrha was safe at all, or even made the journey alive? Pyrrha had like-minded friends to travel with, so that was reassuring. Could she trust them to take care of her sister?
That last thought made her pause. Who was she to judge those Pyrrha chose to be with? After all, she had done a poor job of caring for her twin herself…
Would she ever be able to tell Pyrrha how much she loved her? How proud she was of her? Had she truly missed her chance completely? Only now did she realize what she had lost thanks to trying to please everyone else rather than allowing herself the flexibility to fully appreciate what she had. It was too late. She had heard the phrase often enough, that one never realized what one had until it was gone, but now she could truly relate.
Now, though… perhaps now, Pyrrha could truly find a place to flourish. It was the comfort that Pruu grasped tightly to. Pyrrha could be herself. Also, Pyrrha’s note… the note made it clear that Pyrrha’s love had never faded either. Hopefully, that meant that her twin had always felt her love as well.
It was well into the evening before Pruu returned from Pyrrha’s hut, carrying with her a small collection of items that she knew should not go to waste. Pyrrha had moved on to, hopefully, a better life. The young warrior knew she had to do the same. After all, she did have something- someone- special waiting for her. She had her own future to seek out and enjoy; and her future with Akeldama was one she was very much looking forward to. Mutual respect, strength, loyalty… love. There was so much potential in their future together.
On her way home, Pruu settled herself among Elzira’s roots to pray. The goddess and those thick, supporting roots had been one of the leading pillars of her life. Here, under the thick leaves and, perhaps, where future blossoms would grow, she felt safe and comforted. Here, she could set aside the pain of being disowned by her mother. She could release the pain from the loss of her twin, and pray for Pyrrha’s safety and happiness. She could lay out her hopes for the future with her girlfriend. Elzira would see and accept every feeling that Pruu found herself overwhelmed by.
When she finally headed home, Pruu felt a new contentment in her heart. She would, of course, continue to conduct herself with Elarian pride. She would continue to be the best she could be. And, if she could help it, she would never let family, real family, slip through her fingers again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2020 7:39 pm
Warrior - Journal entry 2 Blighted Dreams
The training dummy was in pieces, only a choppy stump remaining sticking up from the ground. Pruu had made sure that her blades had carved through every inch of the artificial foe. Perhaps she would even chop the rest of that stump right out the ground as well? After all, she had more energy remaining that needed to be released despite demolishing the training dummy into a pile of splinters; and she felt as though she might burst if she did not find some way to fully release it.
The pain in her heart was weighing similarly to what she imagined a boulder on her chest would feel like. After working to keep her composure around the others for some time now, the pent-up frustration was enough to make her skin crawl under the invisible weight that crushed her.
Panting heavily to get her breath back, Pruu allowed herself a moment to pause and leaned to rest against one of the other training dummies that remained intact yet. Her gaze burned at the wood scattered around as if that alone would set it aflame. Sadness, confusion, fear, and anger… they were all running rampant in her mind. The life she had wanted, and had gotten so close to getting, had suddenly dropped out from under her and out of her control. It was not the first time she felt as though her dreams were crumbling, but this held its own unique pain that Pruu had certainly not been ready for.
Elzira’s sickness was upsetting for everyone, of course. They all worried for the wellbeing of their precious goddess and for the future of all that they knew. It was selfish of her to worry so much about the affect the illness had on her just as much as it had on the goddess herself. She knew it was also selfish to feel so alone in the matter. After all, her darling Akeldama was in the same position, and they surely were not the only couple waiting either. Pruu could not add to the weight her love was feeling by showing this weakness though. If she gave into her emotions like this in front of the others, she might fully break.
The fact of the matter was, the blessed tree Elzira was sick, and that meant that Pruu might never get the daughters she longed for.
It felt like a truly cruel joke. She and Akeldama had been discussing asking Elzira for daughters, and then Elzira fell ill and stopped producing blossoms; and then to add on top of all that, the idea that they had to go to the Alkidike on Chibale for help! The official announcement had been heartbreaking on every level, to say the least. What had happened to cause such a twist of fate? Were they truly not good enough to continue on? Was it because so many had left for a distant island? Could it be because of her? Was it because she had not fought harder to keep her sister around? Was it because her sister had been one of those to go? Should she have been in the party hunting down the deserters? No. It was pure vanity to think that Elzira was ill due to only her choices. Besides, part of her had come to accept that Elzira made each Elarian the way they were for her own reasons. So then why..? Why was her chance to be a mother not a chance at all now?!
Her anger flared anew, the emotional fire leaving scorched flesh throughout her insides, and her blades flashed once more as they carved into the dummy she had been leaning on. She had prayed and prayed and prayed for the goddess’ health. She had helped clean the dripping ooze that coated Elzira’s bark. She had worked so hard to be a proud Elarian and to make the clan worthy. It wasn’t fair for such a trial to be thrown in her face after all that had already happened!
Her arms were shaking from the effort she had put into her attacks, tears forming as she surveyed the damage surrounding her once the force of her rage calmed a little again. She was not the only one taking her feelings out on the dummies, either. Many of her sisters had come out to the training grounds to vent their feelings as well. It was a regular occurrence to come train but find only a few dummies standing. The poor blacksmith had been repairing and replacing a lot of these training dummies lately.
…That was right. The training equipment continued to be repaired and replaced. Food continued being cooked. Her lungs continued to take in air. She continued loving Akeldama’s smile. Life kept going. Throwing around blame was the tactic of the weak and insecure. Pointing fingers and arguing and making a scene had no dignity. There was always the chance that Elzira would bounce back and be restored. She could take comfort in this. She had gotten along just fine without daughters before. She did not need daughters to be happy.
The tears began to overflow, and she spun to run further into the forest to hide them and seek out the sanctuary of that hut hidden deep away. While the hut was not exactly something that would boost her mood, she was still able to find comfort from certain aspects, and comfort was what she desperately needed. Life kept going, but it felt like it should have stopped. Life should have paused to wait for Elzira to heal. Life needed to pause until she could get her babies…
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Warrior - Journal entry 3 I’ve Got Good News and Bad News
Pruu had been practically beside herself when word came back that their blessed goddess was going to be well. She’d had no idea that a goddess tree would go through something is dismal as puberty, but there it was. According to the history from Chibale, Aisha had gone through a similar change. Soon enough, blooms would be growing once again. They just needed to give her some more time!
Praise Elzira!
Yet, there was a dark stab in the back with this renewal of life. Apparently, Aisha had begun accepting hybrid blossoms after her puberty. Could Elzira possibly do the same? Could their home truly become tarnished by blending the heart of their sisters with.. outsiders? According to the Aishans, it was going to happen. If an Elarian could dare to bring another Alkidike, or, Elzira forbid!, an earthling to Elzira to pray for an abomination… it might happen!
As much as Pruu was relieved to know the goddess was going to be revived soon, she also found a foul taste in the back of her throat at the thought of hybrids becoming a part of their lives. The Elarians were supposed to be the pure race! They were the ones above all others! Let the other trees have their impure offspring! Let the ones that had abandoned Elzira blend and sully Aisha’s already tarnished branches, and those of whatever new trees were sprouting everywhere! Surely, they and Elzira were above such things? It was a lesson that had been hammered into her from the moment she could understand what it meant!
Yet, it seemed that Elzira might possibly have different plans. It seemed that the mystics and elders had other plans. Why did they have to pay such a steep price to be able to continue their lines? It was probably because that Aishan mystic had come to investigate. She must have done something to Elzira to force this detestable practice. It was so much easier to believe it was not truly Elzira’s choice.
Of course, she had been able to keep room in her heart for her dear sister that had left with only a letter of farewell. Pyrrha was a pure bloom of Elzira. If it really was Elzira’s will, as creating someone as unique and strange as Pyrrha had been, could Pruu and the others grow to accept this as well? Just trying to imagine an Elarian hybrid was practically impossible though! The attempt made her stomach turn and her head hurt. It seemed as though this would be something that she might not understand until a disgusting hybrid Elarian stood in front of her. She hoped it would never come to that.
Times were changing, and Pruu hated it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2020 7:43 pm
Warrior - Journal entry 4 What Will Come..?
It was well into the night as Pruu entered her daughters’ bedroom. The room was much like the rest of the house, minimally furnished to keep the focus of the room on sleeping. Two hammocks stretched across next to each other, the quiet little bodies snuggled within subtly moving with the slow and even breathing of sleep. It seemed that they had decided to share a hammock tonight, and the tangled limbs were sticking out at odd angles. How were they comfortable? Pruu stood near the two sleeping forms, her eyes filled with love and uncertainty as she watched over them.
Luleta and Alizeh. Two beautiful girls that she and Akeldama had waited so long for. When she had first held their tiny infant bodies, she had been overwhelmed with the joy in her heart. They were absolutely perfect, bearing physical features from each mother while holding their own unique characteristics as well. Watching them grow together was a joy and a torment that no words had been able to prepare her for.
Their birth marked for Pruu the end of one lifetime and the beginning of another. The primary change was from adulthood to motherhood, and that was a change she had been aiming for since she had been young. She had welcomed it with open arms and flourished in it. The other big change had just as much to do with her girls, and it was terrifying. She wished she could close her arms to that change coming…
The world was changing. She had been raised knowing that she and her sisters and even their Alkidike cousins were the superior race. There was no comparison to the earthlings, who had been little more than pests as she had grown. The tale had never faltered; the earthlings were weak and pathetic creatures that were better off dead. Now though…
Pruu sighed and stepped forward, reaching over to brush Alizeh’s hair from her forehead. The youngling’s face was still fresh and young, unmarred by the ravages of age like fear and worries and battle. Luleta was the same, sighing softly while Pruu tucked the blanket around her a little more securely. Her daughters were going to be growing up in a world completely different from the one that she had. She had no doubt that they would manage their paths through the new backwards teachings. They would be strong and proud Elarians, and do well for their community.
Honestly, it was herself that she was concerned about. The idea of mingling with the earthling races on any level beyond fighting filled her with disgust. She did not want to be around them. She did not want to talk to them. She certainly did not have any desire to befriend them! Yet there stood Elzira, shedding the innocence of youth and apparently opening herself to the possibility of.. of… hybrids….
Pruu shuddered and walked over to look out the window of the bedroom, eyes looking toward Elzira’s towering form. Who was she to question the goddess? If Elzira was going to open her branches to the earthlings, should she not do the same? Shouldn’t she be able to open her heart to those crawling maggots with their live births and strange rock skin and… Was she really expected to do this?! Were her wife and her daughters supposed to do this? Was she going to have to watch her sisters and her daughters interact with and possibly even create relationships with the filth that writhed outside of their borders? Would an earthling truly dare to set a toe into the borders of their beloved Zinris? Was she going to one day watch as a sister took an earthling to Elzira’s roots to pray?!
Goddess, she wanted to vomit at the thought.
Pruu rubbed her hands over her face and turned back to face her girls. The babies that she had prayed so long for… They were still so young and impressionable, still figuring out who they were as individuals. Was she going to be able to guide them properly in this strange new world? Could she navigate how to bring those two bright eyed younglings up with honor without isolating them from everyone else? Would she make sure that they would be able to look at her with pride once they were old enough to know she had tried her best..?
After pressing a gentle kiss to each girl’s forehead, Pruu grabbed up her blades and went to the training grounds. It was likely that she would have the grounds to herself in the dark of the night, and that was fine with her. All the better to think when one was alone. She did not need anyone coming up to ask her how she was doing, or what she was doing up so late. Most knew that it was better to not bother her while she was training, but it still happened on occasion; particularly when she was acting outside of her normal routine.
She knew some things would remain the same though. Her daughters and sisters would still know the skills and values of the warrior; and the bond of the sisterhood would be mostly intact. The world was changing before her eyes, but some constants remained. She would always have her love for her wife and her daughters; for her family near and far.
If nothing else, perhaps all these changes might mean that she could, someday, see her twin again, and the family could truly be united once more.
Until then, she had to try. No matter how sick it made her to think about, or how much her very soul screamed against the changes… For the sake of herself, her wife, and her daughters… she had to try.
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Warrior – Journal entry 5 In the Light
The sun was going down in the sky, but still high enough to cast its warm light onto the shores and cliffs on Yael’s edge. The ocean was fairly calm at the moment, its shimmering surface only gently ruffled by the wind and the current. It was a beautiful sight. One of Pruu’s favorites on the whole isle. Here, she could meditate, train, and simply think about whatever she needed to. She could forget everything and remember anything. She could be refreshed by the spray of the sea and the cool ocean breeze. Then she could dive in and lose herself in the weightless sensation of the water.
So much had changed since she had first begun swimming. That first jump into the waves felt like a lifetime ago. Life had been completely different. She had been completely different.
Everyone had been so.. angry. That anger had festered and grown in the cover of Elzira’s branches to blind even the innocent younglings that she bore. It was like looking through someone else’s eyes to look back on the past. She could remember standing at this very spot years ago, looking out across the endless waves with vengeance on her mind. Back then, she had seen the ocean as a conduit that would eventually take her, her sisters, and her cousins out to battle. She had been training hard for herself, but also to fulfill the duty that she had been born for. She had been born.. to destroy on behalf of her mothers and the other exiled extremists. Pruu had occasionally felt doubts, but she had always been devoted to the cause. She had hated anyone not of Aishan heritage, though even those of Chibale failed to escape her scorn. She had cut down earthlings that stumbled too close to their village. She had known that she and her sisters were superior in every way.
It was almost laughable to think how the extremist’s plans had failed so miserably. Elarian life slowly turned out to be pretty much the opposite of what it had been intended to be. Many had fled the anger, they were told to tolerate the earthlings first of Yael and then of Tendaji, Elzira had grown to produce hybrids…
It had been a long and difficult transition for many, including Pruu herself. No one would have blamed her for feeling angry about it all. It would have been easy to hate the extremists for what they had put her through. Without Pyrrha’s influence, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to change at all. Her twin had been the first seed of ‘abnormal’ tolerance in Pruu’s life. Pyrrha had not fit in, but Pruu couldn’t not love her. Without her twin.. Pruu knew she would have just turned out like their mother, Kou. The thought was enough to send chills along Pruu’s back.
And that was all in the past.
Through it all, Pruu had earned an amazing wife and incredible daughters. Her skills were respected among her sisters and cousins in Zinris. She had her twin back in her life, and the joy of darling nieces. She was tolerant of earthlings. She could look at a hybrid without itching to cut it down where it stood. She was.. She was happy. Truly, honestly happy.
And the future remained spread out in front of her. Instead of looking to the days ahead and seeing death and battles, she saw hope and warmth. She saw more time spent visiting her twin. She saw the possibility of more daughters; and watching them grow up into cherished members of the community. She saw growing old with Akeldama at her side.
Finally, Pruu could look ahead and see peace of mind.
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