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Feysha Karsalia
Pandora's Heir
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She'd retreated to the garden again. Their stares, eyes following her everywhere, sympathy, empathy, all wasted. She did not deserve such things, her hands covered in red. Unbearable. She deserved this pain, she was but a murderer. Why couldn't they leave it to her? All their sadness, their pity, poor Feysha, once so bright, so happy, now reduced to a shadow. Spirit blackened, scarred, forever an open wound. How could they stand her presence? Did she not disgust them? Were they not afraid of her, of touching this blood stained canvas?
Her mother was there, just on the bench, by the roses she often visited. Feysha felt the need, the comfort, the love, and all there. She wanted so desperately to partake in them. The desire to mend, fix what she had broken so long ago.... Feysha took a trembling step towards the oblivious Queen.
"Mother...?"
She'd scared her. Of course she had. Who would not shirk from her, so covered in blood?
"Feysha. What brings you to the gardens?" How she longed to fall into that embrace, to hide from the crushing weight of her fate, but she couldn't burden her that way. Pandora carried the weight of a kingdom, why should she bear up Feysha's broken soul? She had to tell her mother how sorry she was, for being so broken, for the suffering she caused with her mere presence.
"I came to talk... That is, if you're not busy?" Pathetic. That's how she sounded, nothing like she used to be, but she had been whole then, had had a place, a meaning. Now all she had was the cold, a chill set so deep not even the hottest summer day could thaw the numb within her.
"For you, I will always have time, my Daughter."
She could not do this; it was too soon, the scars too fresh. With a muffled sob, she collapsed into Pandora's waiting arms, needing the love, warmth to melt away the ice inside.
"I'm sorry I am such a burden on you Mother. I do not wish to bring you sadness." How could I touch her? How dare I? Just a stain, a dishonor no one should have to bear.
"You are no such thing! Feysha, please, let me help you. I can't stand to see you in such suffering. You're not broken... only hurt, if you could but could see that." Her voice, so filled with warmth, so convincing. She wanted to let her in, to let her gather the shards of her soul in the safety of those arms....
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Posted 11-05-2012, 01:56 AM
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