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SO, funny story, that’s actually the age I pictured her XD Sahar just talks that way to everyone she’s comfortable with XD (Niarok, Qatar, and Yila kinda scare her, though she isn’t letting on XD) Even Liorah, who is a head taller than her and one minor inconvinience removed from arson at any given time XD (Even funnier, Liorah likes it when Sahar calls her sappy endearments XD)

LOL! That’s great! I was more talking to Rusted Knight since Leytera seemed to be like 10 in Klein’s mind. Although Leytera did appreciate the chocolate…

I do hope that Sahar and Yila can become friends…

Yila secretly admires Sahar’s knives! 🙂

 

Yila

Yila could hear Niarok talking to Leytera, see all the other people in the cave surrounding the obnoxiously pretty girl.

Yila hated her already. She had seen how Niarok reacted to her presence, how taken he was with her appearance.

But Yila couldn’t stand her. The entire cavern reeked of fear. Leytera’s fear. She wasn’t going to fit into this group. These were warriors stuck in an unexpected situation. Leytera was a child in a woman’s body.

Yila gripped her knife as tightly as she could. All she really wanted to do was throw Leytera on the floor and scream at her.

The anger, the frustration, the hatred choked her and she tore the knife out of its sheath. Now that she wasn’t sick anymore, she needed to shoot something. Throw her knife at something. She wanted it to be Leytera.

She had been called heartless before. So maybe she was. Whatever. Her parents had taken it from her years before, the same day they took Niarok and tried to turn him into an assassin.

So maybe it had been Yila that helped him through it. Just because she was three years younger didn’t make her any less of a fighter. Heck, they’d trained her to be a ninja. She could have taken any number of the people in this cave and won the fight.

So maybe Yila had been the one who stuck by Niarok’s side all these years.

But deep inside she knew she had done it out of duty, loyalty, not heart. Not love.

She was incapable of love.

She glared back at the group behind her. They were all just pawns. She was just a pawn. There was no hope for any of them.

This castle would be the death of them all.

And frankly, Yila could care less so long as she and her brother got out.

Survival.

Everything Yila had ever done was for survival.

Niarok wasn’t like her. He cared. He had somehow come through the torture and the pain and the darkness with compassion. Beneath his stony exterior he actually cared.

Yila couldn’t care. She was too broken.

Beneath the hatred and the bitterness, Yila was broken into so many pieces she would never be able to heal.

Her eye caught Lorcan’s and her chest burned.

Love.

Romance wasn’t love.

And yet Yila couldn’t stop admiring Lorcan.

Somewhere beneath his handsome face and his scars, he was just as broken as her.

And somewhere deep beneath Yila’s anger, her heart that she didn’t know she had connected with his. Something about him just gripped her.

Lorcan gave her a knowing glance and walked toward where Leytera had entered.

Yila grimaced. He’d seen. He knew.

She had never felt so alone.

So exposed.

Like every secret she had ever had was laid bare for the entire world to see and pounce on.

That was a way to not survive.

“Yila.”

Yila jumped. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Niarok standing behind her.

“Yila.”

She stared at her brother, not sure whether she wanted to attack him or hug him.

“Hit me.”

Yila stared at him, then slapped him as hard she could.

He withstood the force of her blow like a rock in a storm, which made her even angrier.

“Hit me again.”

She slapped him harder.

“Punch me.”

She did.

So began the weirdest fist-fight in the history of the world. Niarok just stood there while Yila punched him and slapped him and screamed at him until finally she was dry.

Then she noticed how everyone was staring at them.

She stopped to breathe, staring at the floor with something akin to shame burning in her face.

“Hey! Nothing to see here!” Niarok yelled. Everyone jumped and studiously stopped staring.

This couldn’t possibly get more awkward.

Niarok grabbed Yila’s arm and led her to the wall, making it clear that fighting ring time was over. He handed her a skin with purified water, and she guzzled it.

She drew one of her knives and gently ran her finger along the perfectly sharpened edge. She loved that knife.

“Yila.”

She looked at her brother.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Yila’s mind broke open with memories. It was her fault.

All the pain that she and her brother had been through. It was all. her. fault.

There was nothing she could do. She could have made a real decision, but she’d just acted on instinct. And she’d hurt everyone she loved.

Everyone.

And now here they were, just Niarok and Yila, with a bunch of hoodlums staring at them like they were aliens.

So they were.

Yila couldn’t even care.

The brokenness and guilt were too much.

She felt Niarok’s arms slowly wrap around her, and she froze rigid. He was trying to make her feel better.

No. He was trying to communicate that despite her anger and her brokenness, which he alone was allowed to know about, he still somehow loved her.

Yila relaxed slightly.

It was her fault. And yet Niarok wasn’t going to let that get in the way of the sacred bond of kinship between them.

Yila went limp and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. For some reason this castle, this place, had brought all of her scars to the surface and torn them open all at once.

She buried her head in her brother’s chest, forgetting about the strangers in the cave with her, and cried.

Niarok stood there stoically like he always did, but she knew better. He had the biggest heart. That’s why he was a doctor, and honestly, she really didn’t mind right now if he was trying to heal her heart. He probably wouldn’t be able to do it, but why make him stop?

Finally she pulled away, wiped her eyes, picked up her bow, and walked to the darkest, most empty part of the cave, ignoring the others. She opened her pack and pulled out the collapsible target she carried with her. She set it up against the wall, backed up, and shot an arrow.

And another one.

And another one.

She looked at the target, admired her work. They were all nestled right next to each other.

I could get used to this.

 

I LITERALLY AM GOING TO SCREAM YILA TURNED INTO A PERSON OF HER OWN AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING AND AHHHHHHH WHAT JUST HAPPENED???????????

I was just calmly writing and all of a sudden Yila kind of just… turned into someone else and took over the keyboard and started typing a story and I don’t even know what just happened.

Okay byeeeee…