In truth, the Chamber was the last place she would want to be. It has been years since she last stepped hoof upon the dirt floor of this kingdom. This place held too many memories, of false hope and lies of love. Maybe Lucrezia was too stubborn to see the truth that she had been loved truly – perhaps not the way as true fairytales go, but her father did love her and she had a somewhat of a pleasant bound with Straia. Lucrezia is likely selfish in this matter of hate she feels towards the Chamber and her sister, something that she probably picked up from her father in his selfish nature.
Lucrezia’s reason for appearing here may seem ludicrous but for her it entirely was not. It was very real. She had heard stories of what she experienced – the magic of Beqanna – though so entirely different forms. Often it seems these experiences of being pulled away into another world, another realm is left in the dark. Maybe there is a purpose for some of these events, such as her part in trying to save the world. It was often sacrifice that required to end these events.
However, Lucrezia isn’t sure anymore. She’s angrier at the idea of her being made fun of and the lives at stake. There was someone there she cared for. It is the idea of completely losing him that terrifies her the most. Kreios and her have been friends since childhood and a certain part of her considers him to be her family – she cares for him more than she could imagine even if they did not speak much of their dreams or desires.
“It’s not funny when others are dying to save your life,” she huffs at him even more. Her nutmeg eyes narrow at the dapple stallion. She wonders how others can be so closed off from the world sometimes, or just thinking for themselves in fact. Lucrezia remembers though that this place breed for selfish reasons – sacrifice for the Chamber only. She had never been drown to it like her father, sister and many others have. Lucrezia, however, had found something entirely different in the Deserts.
Lucrezia tears her eyes away from Kushiel. She’s caught the familiar scent of her sister, it’s crisp and fresh. She has an instinct to run away at this very moment as her heart races but it’s too late. Straia is already there at dapple stallion’s side. Her eyes un-narrow as she watches Straia carefully. She is quick to pull herself together now. It is natural in the way she works, instinct and training mingled into one to conceal herself. Her eyes wander over her sister’s body, eyes and mind overlooking her together. There is something that meet the eye more than she last saw her sister in the Deserts. “It’s so good to see you again, sister.” Her voice is filled with hate, venom like a snake spitting. Lucrezia cannot hold her tongue for long in this moment – being overemotional was a huge flaw of hers.
Her attention turns back to the dappled gray stallion that she now knows goes by the name Kushiel. “Unexpected is rather an understatement for our family.” Lucrezia pictured her true family far from worst. She expected anything out of them now and nothing would surprise her if something terrible did come up. Of course, Straia had overthrown their father and spent him as a piece of meat to the Valley. She knew the two of them had differences but she never thought Straia would have fallen so low. Was it all for the sake of this pathetic place called the Chamber? It was so selfish to throw away family like that. However, Lucrezia knows nothing about her father returning her but only that she might have seen him before she was taken to the little lamb with the other horses.
“My sister would never help anyone,” she says bluntly, “She is only capable of breaking promises and forgetting you exist.” Perhaps Lucrezia had been too honest in her words, but she’s never had a chance to express what she felt about it all until now. She was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode any second now. “You wouldn’t understand what I saw when I was there in purgatory. Beqanna’s magic is sometimes too hard to comprehend. And besides there is already others there from the Chamber.” There are foals there too… She wants to say, but she doesn’t.
Lucrezia’s reason for appearing here may seem ludicrous but for her it entirely was not. It was very real. She had heard stories of what she experienced – the magic of Beqanna – though so entirely different forms. Often it seems these experiences of being pulled away into another world, another realm is left in the dark. Maybe there is a purpose for some of these events, such as her part in trying to save the world. It was often sacrifice that required to end these events.
However, Lucrezia isn’t sure anymore. She’s angrier at the idea of her being made fun of and the lives at stake. There was someone there she cared for. It is the idea of completely losing him that terrifies her the most. Kreios and her have been friends since childhood and a certain part of her considers him to be her family – she cares for him more than she could imagine even if they did not speak much of their dreams or desires.
“It’s not funny when others are dying to save your life,” she huffs at him even more. Her nutmeg eyes narrow at the dapple stallion. She wonders how others can be so closed off from the world sometimes, or just thinking for themselves in fact. Lucrezia remembers though that this place breed for selfish reasons – sacrifice for the Chamber only. She had never been drown to it like her father, sister and many others have. Lucrezia, however, had found something entirely different in the Deserts.
Lucrezia tears her eyes away from Kushiel. She’s caught the familiar scent of her sister, it’s crisp and fresh. She has an instinct to run away at this very moment as her heart races but it’s too late. Straia is already there at dapple stallion’s side. Her eyes un-narrow as she watches Straia carefully. She is quick to pull herself together now. It is natural in the way she works, instinct and training mingled into one to conceal herself. Her eyes wander over her sister’s body, eyes and mind overlooking her together. There is something that meet the eye more than she last saw her sister in the Deserts. “It’s so good to see you again, sister.” Her voice is filled with hate, venom like a snake spitting. Lucrezia cannot hold her tongue for long in this moment – being overemotional was a huge flaw of hers.
Her attention turns back to the dappled gray stallion that she now knows goes by the name Kushiel. “Unexpected is rather an understatement for our family.” Lucrezia pictured her true family far from worst. She expected anything out of them now and nothing would surprise her if something terrible did come up. Of course, Straia had overthrown their father and spent him as a piece of meat to the Valley. She knew the two of them had differences but she never thought Straia would have fallen so low. Was it all for the sake of this pathetic place called the Chamber? It was so selfish to throw away family like that. However, Lucrezia knows nothing about her father returning her but only that she might have seen him before she was taken to the little lamb with the other horses.
“My sister would never help anyone,” she says bluntly, “She is only capable of breaking promises and forgetting you exist.” Perhaps Lucrezia had been too honest in her words, but she’s never had a chance to express what she felt about it all until now. She was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode any second now. “You wouldn’t understand what I saw when I was there in purgatory. Beqanna’s magic is sometimes too hard to comprehend. And besides there is already others there from the Chamber.” There are foals there too… She wants to say, but she doesn’t.
Lucrezia
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