I can't even save myself

She ran. From what? Well, she was not entirely sure, however, the roots of her problems had been so perfectly obvious. She had ran from denial. She had run from the rejection she was so scared to face. She needed family more than anything in the world; and yet in refusing to be abandoned by them; had she not abandoned her own? Through and through the girl was supposed to be Adravendi. A name that was synonymous with everything strong and powerful, and above all else, loyal. She had turned from those very values. Perhaps, that was how she was alike her mother. That was what tied her to Alice. Alice had left their father when it seemed as though the world needed her most and when he needed her most. Starlite had needed a Queen--and a good one (according to her word) she was, admittedly, though; she had abandoned her people. Still, She had done a splendid job raising her and her brothers. They were a close knit group and they were incredibly intelligent and had a firm grasp on their ideals. Perhaps, though, they were too involved with their lives. Vriel, for example, had not done the typical thing and sought love outside of her familial affection. Nor had her brothers found themselves partners they were ever fond of. Vriel had never had a desire of children or a husband. This was, she felt, related to the fear that she might run from them when they needed her. Maybe now she knew that harboring that fear had been appropriate. She had done just that to her brothers. Though, if she were correct she was not the only one of the three that had ran off somewhere.

As she stood on the valhallan borders she could smell only one and that were Valerius. He was likely the most bold of all of them. He had turned to face that world all on his own. Something Vriel could and had not managed to do even with two of the strongest men she had ever met at her side. She was a warrior at heart and a well trained mercenary; yet it seemed at the sight of love she were a coward. A sigh rumbled free of her lips, but she knew how close to Valerius she was. She knew that if she could just call to him...that if she could just get him to hear her...he would come and she would be able to bask in her brother's touch and his love and hopefully make him understand why she had fled from him so quickly. Never again did she want this world to keep her separate from what was so good for her. Never again could she look at herself if she abandoned them again. Would Cairo have ever done that to those he loved so?

A chilling summons leaked from her inky lips and a look of desolation crossed her delicate features. This was all so wrong now. She had never meant to hurt them or cause them distress in any way, and yet she felt as though; at the least, they would feel a sense of betrayal. Had Valerius told them that they were their family? Had they accepted that as the truth or had they shunned them? If they were the family oriented men and women and children they were thought to be perhaps she was throwing herself into the perfect set of arms. Arms that would make her realize her own true strength. Still, like a mantra she would whisper the same line again and again. She vied for some great strength to come from it and only when she could see her brother would she relent, "Please...don't hate me,"