Behind Enemy Lines (Day Two)

[Akirapryde]

Frija nodded and smiled, "well spoke. And you correctly recited 'Traders of Bargess.' She slowly rose from her chair and picked up the head. "I guess we can't claim a story that transcends a thousand different cultures and has been around since before time it's self."

She laughed at the statement, "well you get the point. What it does show us, is that you are a highly educated clone. If you had said such things on my word, my father's law would have put you to death."

She walked towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry, it's something I plan to change once I claim my throne." The started to walk past Jaden then stopped. "If there ever was a moment where your loyalty was in doubt," she said showing him the crushed skull of Duke Saar, "those doubts have been put to rest." She bounced the head in her hand, "you have served us well, and foe that you will e rewarded."

On the roof top, Trysta heard the words that Duncan spoke, but all her mind took in was the reference to Fray and her teachings there. Her mental defenses already in taters after that happened to her yesterday, and her emotions off the rails, Trysta felt the raise of hate and anger. It was like watching a well slowly raising.

Within that well rose hot, molting memories filled with pain and hate. "What I learned on Fray," Trysta questioned coldly, her voice reflecting the rage the came with those memories. Inside her mind a hurricane of emotions kicked up by the memories collided with the innocence and purity of her restored heart. It was her first big test on her long path to redemption.

Behind her, Duncan forced his will to resist the flood of emotions that his Telepathy picked up, even in its passive state. Rage, pour rage slammed in to his mind like a giant wave slamming in to the rocks. The memories were but a blur to him, but the pain, the pain was more than clear.

"How lucky was I," said coldly as her voice twisted through her weakened connection to the darkside. "I was selected by the Head Instructor. He said my promise was in healing. That I would one day be a great healer." She let a laugh, "I soon learned the lie of the Order."

In Duncan's mind the assault of blurred images, memories continued. Though one image, one highly symbolic image took form. That of a young Trysts, maybe eight, maybe nine, dressed in her race's traditional white and gray dress. Her face and dress covered with thick black tar laced hand prints. Behind her a shadowy monster with blue eyes. His hands drip with tar as he reached for her. The little girl let out a scream so loud that Duncan had to physically cover his ears.

"I learned what real monsters are like," she said leaning against the edge of the roof. Her head hung low as she continued. "Monsters tell little girls to keep secrets or else their little sisters would be chosen."

She then turned as Duncan sensed the clashing of two powers in her. He could sense the battle between light and darkness a new. A battle he had not sense the previous times he crossed her path. "Don't tell me what's wrong when dealing with them," she cursed pointing at the scene below them. Her voice broke as she yelled, screamed. "They did nothing! Nothing! They all knew, and did nothing!" Her face filled with anger and pain, but like that wave slamming against the rocks. This emotional wave washed away years of pain and fear. It gave Trysta something she never had before, Hope...