forum Scars and Black Stains (Closed)

Started June 22, 2018 by @Lenered

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Calla sat down on her bed and leaned back, touching the new scar on her arm. Father would've proud. After all, the Royal Family was expected to have the largest scar count. She wondered how many scars Eira had. Or anyone working in the palace, really.
She held out her hand and touched her wrist, where she knew there was a black stain. It was too bad she'd never see who would touch it. Kyan would see the person who touched it. But he wouldn't care. "Love is a weakness," he'd sneer, pressing his back against the throne so heavily laden with jewels and gold.
But there'd been a time when Kyan had been so happy and hopeful and in love. Calla remembered the days when Kyan would lead her out into the meadows behind the palace and tell her he was going to run away.
"I can't be king, Calla, I just can't." He'd flopped onto his back, staring at the clouds in the sky, pulling down Calla so she could at least feel the sunlight on her face, his face contorting in pain until he let go.
Why not?" She'd asked, holding onto the grass and loving the feeling of the prickly blades pressing against her skin.
Kyan had sighed. A big, dramatic sigh. "I want to find love, Calla. I'm not so sure that I should be in Rewera. I don't want to have scars or be king or deny love. I want. . . I want to be free. Like the birds."
What had changed him? There'd been a night, where Kyan had tried to run away, but their parents had found him. He'd never been the same afterwards.

Eira had gone to spar, let out her anger on any poor soul there. Any warrior who was brave enough to face her. She would take them all if necessary. All at the same gods damned time.
All the while the words of her father ranger through her brain,
”Useless girl. You cannot feel love? That is a useless emotion you will never need in your life.” “Why’d you marry Ma then?” She’d asked him, “Because we need more warriors in Rewera…. and you will be the royal families best warrior when you are old enough.”
And she’d done that. Cut love out of her life and trained everyday for this position. To be the best. But even so she cold never impress her old, or new king. No matter how hard she trained and fought.
She hoped the king was watching…. but he never watched her train, never saw how hard she worked. She killed the man in front of her.

"Your highness. Sources say there's something that might help the princess." A guard approached Kyan, a scroll in his hands.
Kyan raised a brow, ripping the scroll from the guard's hands. "What is it?" His heart started to beat rapidly and he held the rush of excitement down. I don't love anyone. Not even my sister. I just want to help her out a little bit. That's all. I don't care about her.
"Someone in the Anahera tribe. They have the power to heal."
"Really?" Kyan was intrigued. The last person to have a healing power had died centuries ago. "Get whoever this is and bring them to the palace. Try not to kill their family and do it as quietly as possible. I don't want the queen of Anahera to be breathing down my back if she finds out."

Eira had been invited to a royal dinner with Calla, her brother and any other Lords and Lady’s that would be joining them. She now had a new scar on her other eye, matching the one already there.
She had chosen a simple dark purple shirt with silver patterns round the neck, dark pants and shoes. She looked very much like a man but that was how she liked it. She wore no jewellery and soon set off to the dining hall, where Calla had told Eira to meet her five minutes before entering.
The sound of her shoes on the marble floor was one of the only sounds she could hear until she drew near to the hall, where talking filled the near silence.
Eira swallowed her nerves, putting up the warrior demeanour and rounded the corner to see Calla.

Calla was wearing the same dress from before, standing rigidly and clasping her hands behind her back. She heard the sound of footsteps and turned sharply towards the sound. "Eira? Is that you?"

(Could I join this? It looks awesome!)
(I have an RP that I wanted to make that sounds similar.)

(Oh wait, Nessie, @Carrot's soulmate deleted their account, so you can make someone for Eira)

“I believe so, highness.” She smiled a little at Calla and bowed deeply before returning to a standing position.

"Thank you Eira. Which dinner hall are we having it in?" Calla started to walk closer.

“I believe it is in the main hall,” She waited for Calla to come a little closer before voicing her concern, “Highness, I’m not normally invited to dinners as a guest, normally I’m just your guard…” She paused for a moment, “Do you have any idea why I was invited formally this time?”

"Promotion, perhaps?" Calla smiled, but it wasn't genuinely happy. Her smiles never were. "I hope you get lots of money and honor."

Eira retuned a sad smile, “Possible, but I highly doubt it… and I don’t particularly want to stop being you guard.” She held out an arm for Calla.

She didn't take it. "Eira. You forget." Calla started to walk ahead of her, slowly, but surely, as painless as possible.

Eira slipped back into warrior mode, following behind Calla, she didn’t say anything more, not wanting to upset her princess anymore. So even though she was invited to a formal dinner, she didn’t slip out of the demeanour she put.

"Ah, Princess Calla and Eira." Kyan stood up, a poison-sweet smile on his face as the rest of the guests at the table stood up as well.
Calla curtsied and started towards the table in the corner, where she sit alone. They were afraid of her. All of them. Even her brother.

Eira bowed low and deep, “Your Majesty.” She said and made her way to the table where everyone sat, minus Calla. She tried her best not to track her movements but it was so hard not to.

Kyan's power had been unknown for some time. Their parents had never wanted to reveal it, following tradition, as the crown prince/ss would usually have their power revealed at coronation. Everyone had waited until the very end, curious as to what his power would be.

It'd been the power to control minds.

Kyan stood once again, holding up his wine glass. "I propose a toast!"
"To what?" One of the guests asked, curious.
He grinned. "My sister's salvation."