Raynie Skye

Rest In Peace?

She awoke in a cold sweat. Every night the same dream. Every damned night, for weeks now. Her mother eyes stared at her brother. Her gaunt face, pale and creped. She was dying from the gangrenous wound that caused sepsis in her blood stream. Her voice quiet and weak as she looked at the tanned Miqo’te. “Promise me, you’ll look after your sister.” She croaked. The male simply nodded, the matted hair upon his crown bounced as he did so. K’ebe sat in the corner, watching this exchange. She held a small hand sewn doll her mother had made for her on her last name day. Her eyes swollen and red from all the tears. Wihle, her brother cast a glare in her direction, followed by a sneer curling on his lips. He hated her, her innocence, her weakness, everything she represented to him. K’ebe felt tiny under the weight of the gaze, she clutched the doll tight to her chest, and drew her knees in close, hugging them. “Momma…” she whispered her voice quiet, inaudible, as the tears carved valleys down her cheeks, each one stinging her eyes. She knew what this meant, even though, at the time the whole gravity of the situation was not entirely to her understanding, but she knew she was alone. She stared at a small bug crawling along the wall of the small cottage room, wishing they could trade places.

-Her skin crawled from the memory. She rose from her bed, her legs thudding against the wooden floorboards of the inn room. Her movement was sluggish as she made her way to the small wash basin. K’ebe dipped her hands in, and splashed the cool water on her face, trying to wash off the vision, as if it had tainted her. She was trapped reliving the moments in her mind, as her eyes wandered to look out the small window, taking in the Ul’dahn sunrise as it colored the sky with its paintbrush strokes.-

“No! I don’t want to! Wihle! Nooo!” The young female Miqo’te screamed, as the Hyur man’s hands wrapped around her waist lifting her from the ground. Her hands clawed the air, her feet kicked as hard as they could, it was all in futility. “Brother!” She bellowed, her face dirtied from the dust that had clung to her tear moistened cheeks. Her protests were to no avail. No one would be saving her on this day.

“She’s a fiesty li’l bitch in’t she?” The Hyur chuckled as he squeezed her sides hard enough that K’ebe whimpered in pain. His dead brown eyes looking down at her, as she gazed up at him. His mouth twisted into a blacktoothed monstrosity of a smile. “Don’ worry mate. We’ll take good care o’ this’n. Got a special place all picked out fer ‘er.”

Wihle nodded, small beads of sweat ran down his forehead falling to the ground below. “Good riddance” He hissed. He took one last look at K’ebe, before shoving his gil pouch into his pants and walking away. His figure disappearing into the sun that was shining directly in front of him.