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Posted by Skylar on November 28, 2008, 4:05 pm
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-Voltaire-
Why she was here was a mystery. She remembers that night, when Nicodemus had told her everything….
Skylar sees now where the path of vengeance led. Her eyes, once filled with nonsense, now understood. Or at least in some way. She knows now that Nicodemus had never hated her. In some way, she had grown in that moment.
"Father." She whispers, because disbelief had taken her, and it was all that she could mutter. She embraces him then, her eyes a mixture of confusion. Happiness, because he loved her, and she wasn't sure what else. Stelios? Her heart breaks then. How could he? But her questions were hushed by his eyes...so peaceful. Eyes that she suddenly remembered from her childhood. They whispered that everything would be alright, as they once did.
Formaldehyde's words ring softly in her ears. "I promise...." His scar is in her eyes then, and her lips run across it gently. "I'll free you. I won't let you feel this pain anymore. I love you, Dad."
She knows that he doesn't believe her. She knows that she is afraid, and yet she knows that she has to do this. For him.
So she’s here, in Desreal. She’s waiting, her long limbs carrying her to the center of the place, and it is there that she finds her. Fear grips her, but she knows she must face it. She knows that she must overcome it. Skylar inhales deeply, because Saphira is in plain view then.
“Saphira.” She whispers, her voice for the first time ever shaky. Her air swirls around her, and vines curl around her legs gently. “Please…” A whisper. “Let my Father go.” Her eyes cast downwards, the veil of her flaxen mane crossing her. “Take…me. Instead.”
Scholar, Andarin, Air III, Earth III
Nicodemus x Hawthorne