Owner Of A Broken Heart

Unlike her mother, Siduri's head wasn't full of politics, nor was it full of the timeline of recent events. All that rattled around in the pastel fae's skull were thoughts of anger, thoughts of revenge, thoughts of Haydee and Bellamy's heads on pikes placed outside of her treehouse. She wanted to rain blood upon Ethne and everyone that called that damned place home. Her father was dead. Not a single one of them deserved to live. Old, young, they all deserved to burn.

Modesty responded to Siduri's request and, though it was reasonable, a growl bubbled up in the girl's chest. Wait? How was she supposed to wait?! Ethne hadn't waited to murder Gilgamesh, so she wouldn't wait to soak the ground in their blood. "No," was her only response. She didn't have time to let Sakana look at her. She didn't want anyone to touch her. She would rest and she would heal when revenge was hers.

With a shake of her head, Siduri tore off across the land bridge, zipping past her mother and disappearing on the other side. She needed to compose herself at least a little bit before she enacted her plan. She just needed a moment alone to breathe. "I'll avenge you, dad," the young woman whispered as she ran. It was only then that she realized the tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Siduri"