Killian
I’ve been stuck in this frozen place for a year. It gets boring fast. I’m young, and when most of the other inhabitants see me they look away in horror, wondering what I could’ve done. I try to play, but they all just turn away, staggering back to their dark and gloomy homes.
The only person who talks to me is the risen devil, who told me his name is Meineal. Even though Meineal is on the other side of the barrier, it’s thin enough that we can talk through it. He tells me about what’s going on in Everfall.
Apparently in Everfall Sir Larin took over from his father, Jaroe, as the under cities leader. And from what I’ve heard he’s made an alliance with the Laroqouse family over in Varathil. The Laroqouse’s are sending shipments of poison to Sir Larin, which he’s using to run the streets in Everfall. He’s getting rid of anyone in the streets who opposes him as the heir to the Marounq name. Even back in Sablehaven we knew who the Marounq’s were. They’ll fight tooth and nail for anything and everything that they want. But even the little honor they have seems like an ocean when compared to the honor that the Jarenhg family has. The Jarenhg family is from Aridhold and they traveled to Everfall back when I was born, so about six years ago, and they kill anyone no matter how old, no matter who they are. And it seems the Jarenhg family is fighting the Marounq’s to be the family that rules the under city of Everfall. If they win, it will all fall to pure violence in the streets, the under city will become even more dangerous.
Meineal is my only friend in this place, and I’m grateful he’s here. Though I do wonder what crime he could’ve committed to be stuck in hell like me, he seems to nice for that.
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Isonara
I stand next to the memorial and grave site my father had built for those killed a year ago. The names are etched into the stone statue of the moon. My father had built the moon as a symbol of that tragic night, to replace the moon that had not shown on the night so many lost their lives. Some of them had been from Sablehaven, but most were travelers, some still unnamed, unidentified. I run my fingers over the names engraved on the base of the moon.
As my fingers brush over the name’s I jerk my hand back, glaring at the statues offense of having his name on it. As if the statue had a choice about it. How could my father put that bastard’s name on this statue. He was the one who killed all of them. There were so many more who lost their but only four were from Sablehaven. The dead and then him, his name mostly scratched out on the statue.
Sarcee was my best friend, Haelom was my father’s assistant when he couldn’t be in the tavern. And Fahren was born across the Agrybyssian sea, but in a tragic boating accident he lost his entire family. My father was the one who had found him floating in the sea, and had taken him in, and he became my older brother. Though he was five years older than me, and seven years older than Killian, we all got along. I feel my eyes fill with tears as I run my fingers over Fahren’s name again, he was only twelve. I lost two brothers that night, they’re gone and I’m still stuck in that square, still pointing, still condemning him to hell. I’m still stuck in that moment in my head, and I know a part of me will forever stay there, dead at seven. As dead as Fahren and Killian.
“Even though he’s the one who killed them, we still lost him.” My father whispers. “Now c’mon flower petal, you still want to shadow me today as Sir Alinster Laroqouse and Sir Malin Varanthilin are here? You know it’s not every day that the two leaders of Varathil are in the same place and not fighting.” He asks me, smiling softly.
I swipe my arm across my eyes, getting rid of the salty water staining my cheeks. “Yeah.” I whisper, holding onto my father’s hand.
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