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*Sindri* · 01-10-2015, 01:35 PM

What of Sindri?

She stood stock-still, riveted in place by a ghost from her past. Her eyes were wide, her expression frozen in a grimace of shock and yes, fear because what she was seeing was either a ghost or a hallucination. How could Raisa be there, right there in front of her? She'd lost her mind, she'd died in the wilderness or been killed by a bear or any of a hundred life ending tragedies because how else could a daughter justify abandonment by the one person who was supposed to love her above all else?

Sindri found herself running towards her mother with no memory of deciding to move. A crazed energy overtook her, fueling a rage so white hot it numbed her to everything except the rapidly nearing apparition. There was a scream in the air, the sound throaty and primal, and it took her a moment to realize that the sound was coming from her own throat. She wanted to hurt her, to rip her apart and make her pay for the suffering she may have been able to prevent. Where had Raisa been when everything spun out of control? When their own mother betrayed them and stole them away? When heathens came and enslaved them? Where was she when the world was crumbling in and hope was an impossible fairytale?

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