The Loneliest Traid

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Love and death and war and Gods and blood and magic and dancing and rest and revenge and kings and fate.
Don't worry, within these three stories you'll know yourself,
And I will put you back together again.


88. Revenge Uncalled For

Estha and Ichais found themselves back in the East where there was enough magic left in the soil to keep the plants growing.  They sang their songs together as they walked, laughing, not a

A note in either head.

    Sometimes, being lost feels like wandering when you’re with someone you love.  And sometimes, that is exactly“For me, meet me, and find home.” what leads you astray.

    They walked through village after village, over the path that coiled around the interlocking towns, until Estha found it in herself to take her hood down.

“If we’re guaranteed protection from people,” Ichais figured, “What do you have to lose?”

Ichais was wrong, you always have something too good to lose.  Estha found that that was Ichais for her.  

So they walked through the towns that cast a downward eye to the two.  Estha worked here way up to even buying her own bread at the stall, and the woman gave her a pound of butter for free, with a small smile on her face.  

People look away from three things - what they don’t understand, what they despise, and those they know are going to die soon enough anyway.    

“I don’t know how I would have lived without this,” Estha said around a mouth of bread.


“This kind of freedom,” she said, “I don’t care what most people think of me, but I love when they think little o it.”

“Do you care what anyone thinks?”

Estha smiled, handing her the crusts, “You.  I care what you think.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever not love you, you don’t have to worry too much.”

She kissed her buttery lips.  Although Estha was always too sweet to eat, she was okay to kiss, Ichais supposed.

    And then the night came when they found themselves in an outside a bar, when it was clammy out and they were so happy, drowning in it seemed like a good idea.

    “Get out,” the keeper snapped, the other folk who watched them walk in fell quiet, “Get out of my town, right now.”

    “What?” Estha whispered.

    “What’s your problem?” Ichais sharpened her teeth, but that didn’t frighten him anymore.

    “We don’t serve your kind here,”

    Ichais laughed in his face, “And why not?  What’s wrong with us?”

    “You, nothing,” he pointed at Estha, “That’s your problem.”

    Estha cast her eyes away, and the room that turned from what they didn’t know, didn’t like, didn’t see as alive, “I don’t understand.”

    “Not to mention that you both match those girls the royals want dead.  If I were you I’d start running from this place,” he said, walking into the back.

    The girls turned around to the room, at those who looked away, and the soldiers at the back who didn’t.

    “Who wants us dead then?” Ichais always seemed braver than she was.

    A woman - a shopkeeper, one who pitied the girls before - took them by the arm and threw them onto the streets.  But she managed to let them pass the guards, and she pushed them until they found themselves outside the village.  Outcasts, again.

    “How do you not know?” she hissed, looking around desperately, “The Jinn princess wants you dead.  Now don’t ask anything more of me, I just don’t want my village to be the one you two were found in.”


    The woman shushed them, and ran away.  They saw the guards in the distance, and then they saw their swords and the merciless eyes.


    “But how-”


    Fate pulled them back.

    For me, meet me, and find home.

    They stopped in the woods, a great parallel in their lives.  They took the moment to catch their breath and muffle the calls for hunt through the trees.  The clearing was small, and from their lives living on these roads, they knew that there was nothing around them.  No houses, no farms, no sanctuary.  Nothing but them, and the towns that wanted their bodies to be dragged to the Jinn castle and torn from each other, and limb from limb.  That is what their fate would be if they couldn’t help it, a show put on by their deaths.  The freaks, lovers, and what was left of them.

    “I don’t understand,” Estha said, pulling her hair back with the ribbon, moving up her scarf.  She heard her mother’s words, see the world - live.  But through that she would suffer the agony of being different?

Ichais held her head in her hands.  Not this again.  Not again.

“I think that we won’t be accepted, but we won’t be lonely.  So - So, we have each other, that’s all”

“So we’ll live the same?”

She nodded, her lips bloody with the pull of her teeth.

Estha, for how kind and forgiving she was, snapped, “Do they know what it’s been like?  I’ve spent my entire life running from people who wanted my skin and hair and body, to stuff and show off.  I know how I look, I know what that means.  Most don’t see my kind because we know how they treat people like us.  And we can travel between realms and find spells and meet Gods, and still that’s not enough for them?  I… I can never be enough for them, Ichais.  No matter what I do, how good I stay, it means nothing.”

Ichais pulled her close, and kissed har head, and rocked her backwards and forwards until she calmed enough for her to hear her say, “It’s okay, it’s going to be alright.  We have each other, that won’t change.”

“But what if we’re killed-”

“That won’t happen, do you hear me?” Ichais took her face and swiped away the tears that stained her still, “We will always be together, I promise you.  And if Favi wants me, she can find me, but my heart is yours even when it stops.”

Estha wiped her nose with her sleeve, “But what if they find us?”

“Then… We die together.”

“And meet again in the next life, do you swear?”

She kissed her, softer, knowing the hardship about to reach them, “I swear.  This is just how things are, I’m afraid.”

“And for now?”

“Let’s go to the sea.  I want to live with you there as long as I can.”

“But we have no food, no water.  How will we live out there if we can’t see another person for as long as we do live?”

Ichais kissed the corner of her lips, “Never mind that.  Live with me, make our time worth it while we’re still here.”

Estha shook her head, but said, “Do you promise to stay with me?  Because I can’t live without you.”


“And find me after this?”

“I won’t need to, we can go together.”

“To love and love all you can - wasn’t that it?” Estha rested her head against her shoulder, “I think that’s all I need,”

Ichais fought back her own tears, and pulled her tight into her, “Yeah, that’s all we need.”

    Speak gently of your purge, of how you offer away those who get under your skin.  Feel free to curse those who harm you and know no better, the ones you hate without reason, the ones who do not love you back.  But know that this is their fate to match.  Don’t pity those you know better when you judge them both the same.

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