~Starla~

I faced Karlag. "You know it's dangerous for him for to remember what happened that night; it will terrify him if he remembers."
"I know, but I don't think it will be very clear, and he'll won't understand what is happening. Oh at least I hope so."
"I still don't want him to remember, not even a little bit. He already has enough on his plate, we don't need to add more," I argued.
"You're right."
"Of course I'm right."
He started smiling. "He must of gotten both mine and your stubbornness."
"Why do you say that?" I gave him a bit of a smirk.
"Because if he puts his mind to something he won't back down."
I smiled then frowned, remembering that I wasn't there for my child. "I'm sorry I was gone for so long," I apologized.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I rather have you here now than dead."
"Yeah but-" I started, but he put his finger to my lip and "shush" me.
"Let's go check on him," said Karlag.
Walking, we both went to Burdon's room. In Burdon's room, Burdon was having his convulsions. Karlag held Burdon's head while I made sure that he didn't hit anything. After a while Burdon stopped having his convulsions and Karlag let go of his head.
"He's still having the nightmares isn't he?" I inquired. Karlag nodded. "I wish we could do something for him, so the nightmares will go away."
"I had something that worked, but it stopped working a year or so ago."
I sat next to Burdon, rolling him over, onto his stomach. I pulled away his hair, on back of his neck was a scar shaped like a half moon, covered mostly by his hair. "He suffered so much for someone as young as him."
"I know. Luckily he only got a few species left," replied Karlag.
"Yes, he is lucky," I agreed, rolling him back over onto his back, and we both left the room.

***

~Karlag~

"Do you think we should tell him eventually?" I asked my lovely wife, even though I knew she was going to disagree with me-or at least shut the idea down all the way. Liked I predicted, she shut down my idea faster than I could say, "Crab cakes."
"What?! Are you crazy?! Have you not listen to a word I said?!" And before I could say anything-and I mean anything-my beautiful wife continued, "I mean do you want him to remember everything?!"
She would've gone on farther had I not have interrupted her. "Starla, I love you-and I respect your wishes-but I think we should tell him soon, rather than later." And I covered my ears just in time to avoid hearing my wife screaming at me-and so I avoid having my ears bleed.
"WHAT?! ON EARTH ARE TALKING ABOUT? WE DEFINITELY SHOULD not DO THAT! YOU HEAR ME?! WE SHOULDN'T TELL HIM ABOUT IT! UNDERSTAND?! I DON'T WANT HIM TO REMEMBER IT! WHAT PART OF THAT CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND IN YOUR THICK SKULL?! IF YOU DO, I WILL KILL YOU-NOT LITERALLY, BUT YOU WILL WISH IT! UNDERSTAND?!"
Through out that whole thing I just nodded my head, yes. Waiting for her to calm down.
Once she notice that I was nodding, she said, "Good. Then we can reach an agreement that we will never tell him."
I just nodded. "Of course, dear." Knowing better than to argue with her.
"Good. Now let's go to bed, I'm exhausted." And she started to walk away while grabbing my hand and pulling me towards her.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" I joked.
Turning around, she glared at me.
"Yes, Ma'am," I saluted, quickly.
Then she turned around, heading towards our room.

***

~Ava~

I got out of bed, when I woke up, and ate breakfast. Aeri came in a few minutes after me, sat down right next to me, at the dinning table, and started eating his breakfast. He seemed different than before more... mature than he usually is. When he finished eating he stretched his arms and they land on the back of my chair, he looked at me sheepishly, but I only saw three thin, long scar lines on his arm. I was about to asked him where he got them, but then I remember:

A claw-like chain came out of all the sudden and clawed Aeri in the arm, Aeri fell unconscious and Malo must took him to a healer when he ran away with Aeri.

I remembers that day like it was yesterday, which, obviously, it wasn't. I shivered from the memory.
Aeri must of noticed me shivering because he inquired of me, "Are you cold?" I shook my head no. "You sure?"
"Yes," I commented. He looked like he didn't believe me, but he dropped the subject and didn't asked me again if I was cold.
We talked some, laugh some, and talked to other people at the table. He was talking to someone across the table-someone I didn't know-when I saw it, it happened when he was doing his fingers through the hair thing when I saw a scar shaped like a half shaped moon. I did not know where this scar came from-I usually do since I was often the healer watching over him.
I touched his arm to get his attention, and said, "Aeri."
He swirled his head around to face me. "Hmm?" The girl he was talking to seemed annoyed that I interrupted them. Aeri turned back to the girl he was talking to and apologized saying, "I'm sorry, but we have to finish our conversation later." The girl seemed to understand, but she was still annoyed that they were interrupted and she left. Aeri turned back towards me.
"Where did you get that scar on your neck from?"
Aeri looked confused at my question. "What scar on my neck?"
"The scar on your neck," I answered, pointing to it on his neck.
Aeri rubbed his neck. "Where?"
I grabbed his finger and guide his finger to where the scar was.
"I don't remember getting that, it was probably when I was young."
"Oh," I murmured. Aeri got up and left after excusing himself first.
A few minutes after he departed I got up and when in search of his parents-they might know where the strange scar was from and I was curious as to where such a scar had come from. I was turning a corner in one of the hallways when I saw them, but they were talking to Aeri.
"Where did I get the scar on my neck from?" I heard Aeri ask.
Kar made a sighing sound. "From a Lyare when you were around five years old," admitted Kar.
What's a Lyare? I wondered.
"How did I get it?" inquired Aeri.
"A bunch of Lyares ambushed us. I was fighting them off, when one got pass me and I didn't get there fast enough before the Lyare got to you." I couldn't hear them anymore so they must of left, but I dare not check because I didn't want to get caught eavesdropping.
I was creeping away when I stumbled over something. A rock maybe?
"What was that?" demanded Kar.
I ran away, and hid in my room, locking myself inside. A bunch of people knocked on my door asking if I was okay, and would I come out of her room. But I never answered them, I didn't want to incase Aeri and Kar caught me eavesdropping.
Someone knocked on my door again, but this time it was someone I didn't to see. "Ava, are you alright? Can I come in?" called Aeri, he sounded worried, and not at all angry.
"Go away!"
"What's wrong?"
"Go away!"
"Ava, let me in!" yelled Aeri, rattling the doorknob.
I didn't budge, I didn't move to unlock the door.
"Ava, let me in!" The doorknob even harder now. The door was really rattling now and then it opened. Aeri ran to her once the door opened. He kneeled down is front of me and grasped my arms. "Are you alright? Please tell me you're alright." I nodded. "You sure?" I nodded again. Aeri, noticeably, let out a sigh of relief. "Why did you run and hide in your bedroom?"
"I just wanted to be alone," I said, lying straight to his face.
"Hmm... let's get some dinner," answered Aeri.
"Dinner?!" I exclaimed, surprised.
"Yeah, it's dinner time," responded Aeri, with his hand outstretched.
"Oh," I said, grabbing his hand; he pulled me up. We had dinner, and I was about to go to bed when I decided to asked Aeri something. "Aeri, what's a Lyare?"
"A Lyare?!" cried Aeri, surprised.
"Yeah."
"A creature," said Aeri, looking elsewhere.
"What does it look like?" I asked.
"It's similar to a werewolf, expect it is more animal-like than a werewolf," clarified Aeri, still looking elsewhere.
"Well, then they must be horrible because werewolves are just awful," I said.
He shouted, "Werewolves are not awful!" And he stomps away. I walked back to my room, and laid back on bed after that.

***

~Burdon~

I went to sleep after I talked about what Ava was puzzled about, and my father said to do nothing about it-doing something will only attract attention, which we couldn't afford right now if we wanted to help the Varden win the war. I opened my eyes and saw Ava sitting on my bed next to me.
"Good morning sleepyhead," joked Ava, teasingly.
I leaped up from my laying position and onto my bottom. "What?! How did you get in here?" I blurted out, covering my chest with a blanket on my bed. But Ava didn't seem to noticed me doing so-she has seen my bare chest whenever she needs to patch me up, when it gets injured, that she didn't seem to care.
"Something called a door," sassed Ava.
"Ava, get out of my room," I argued, pointing to the door.
"Fine," muttered Ava, getting up and leaving.
I got dressed, and walked down go eat breakfast. And down in the mess hall, I sat down next to Ava, and ate my breakfast-porridge with bits and pieces of meat, not exactly what I would have chose if I had a choice, but hey, that's the army for you.
Then Malhaw and I were sparing when Ava wanted to spar with me, Malhaw agreed to spar with our father, while I spared with Ava.
Ava slashed at my head, and I blocked. She swiped her sword at my leg and I dodged it, but it cut me a little bit on the leg. I pressed my hand against the wound, to stop the bleeding. "Ava, we aren't actually fighting, we're just pretend fighting," I jested.
"Sorry, forgot you aren't as fast as me," apologized Ava.
You have no idea how wrong, or ironic, of what you just said is, I thought. "That's okay," I assured her with instead of saying what I was actually thinking.
Ava helped me walk to a healer. Once we got to the healer's room the healer looked up, it was Alicia-the girl who was talking to me before Ava interrupted us. "Injured again?" grumbled Alica.
"Yes," I confirmed her suspicions. She pat a spot next to her, motioning me to sit, I sat. She rolled up my pant leg-my wound was on the lower half of my leg. She started working on my leg. The medication she used on my leg caused me to fall asleep soon after. I woke up and saw that my parents were standing above me.
"Aeri, can you go anywhere without casing trouble, or getting yourself injured?"
"Apparently not." My parents eyed my leg-obviously the one that is wounded. "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt as much as it looks." My parents nodded-even if they didn't believe me-and left.
'They're right. Can you go anywhere without causing any trouble or injuring yourself?' asked Licá, worryingly.
'Apparently not,' I commented, going back to sleep.

My back arched up, as high as it could with me being chained down to the slate underneath me, as I screamed at the top of my lungs; my tiny body convulsing as it was trying to endure through the pain.
"Stop!" I heard someone in the room yelled, one that was full of authority. "Stop this, this instance!"
"Why? Why shouldn't I do this?" And just as he said 'this' I felt pain flare through me again, causing my body seize up again.
The pain inflicted on me, causing my body to jerk uncontrollably. The last thing I saw was my torturer's smirking face, right before I blacked out.

∞

I woke to the motion of rocking back and forth, back and forth. Somebody was holding onto me, while rocking me back and forth.
"It's okay, Evlât," I heard my Mother say comfortably. "It's over now; you don't have to worry about doing that again, not as long as I am alive."
Out of nowhere, there was the humming sound of elevator, and the opening of the doors. Heavy footsteps were heard immediately followed afterwards. Close behind, not that far away. And the footsteps ended up stopping directly behind my Mother's rocking chair.
I couldn't see the man behind it; all I could see was my Mother's shoulder. But I had a good guess about who it was. I think.
"How is he?" asked a man with a deep voice, pretending to sound concern. He doesn't care for me. At all.
"Like you care," I heard my Mother snap harshly, holding me even tighter.
"Actually, on the contrary, I do care for the boy. Very much so, in fact."
I heard my mother snort in disbelief before saying, "If you actually care for him, then you wouldn't let this happen to him."
And there was silence. The only thing that was heard was the creaking of the rocking chair. Well... that was until he spoke.
"I only do this because I want him to grow big and strong... And we need someone tough enough to watch for the kingdom when we are gone."
"That will be all you see him as. A heir; a protector... maybe even a soldier," said my Mother, without turning around to talk to him.
"Maybe that is just what we need," muttered the man.
This time my Mother swirled around in her seat, still holding onto me, eyes blazing. "He's not a balancing scale, or a weapon, Vështirë!"
I couldn't see either of their faces, but I bet that both of them were pretty angry. All of the sudden they started speaking another language that I didn't know. It sounded like gibberish to me. Then again, almost everything sounds like gibberish to me.
A minute or two later, unexpectedly, they began speaking one of the only language I know. And, boy, were they angry.
"Fine! I'll leave! See if that makes you happy!"
"It will!" yelled my Mother.
"It better; I'm not doing this for nothing!" snarled Vështirë before the slamming of doors were heard from across the room; snarls and screams of frustration, too.
My mother petted me, comforting me. "It's okay, Evlât, you're safe now. He can't hurt you anymore, I promise you that." With that, she gave me a kiss goodnight.

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