Post by Luna Heiler & Ayer on Jan 30, 2012 17:55:49 GMT -5
Luna paused as she began to reach for her knife. She looked at it lay there, looking innocent. She reached out and took it carefully as if for fear it was on fire. She gently maneuvered it, bringing the blade close to her face. It was a hysterian blade, given to her by her father what seemed like an eternity ago. She had received it before she was to begin training to become a warrior and a dragon killer. she knew from a young age she wouldn't be able to do that. She could remember being given the knife, her father had been so unconditionally proud of her. From the first day she could remember, she could recollect her father's hatred towards her. The only time she could ever remember in her years On hysteria where her father had actually showed favor to her was on the occasion where she had received this. She remembered the smile on his face as he presented her with the long knife wrapped in cloth, as if he had forgotten anything she had ever done in any increment to displeasure him. She had been so young, the hysterians started their training very early. She remembered holding the weapon for the first time and hoping that perhaps she could get past herself and make her father happy. But Luna also remembered how every day after that the burden and pain that it had represented to her. Her uselessness, her weakness, her incapability of everything that defined a hysterian. She looked the blade over, recollecting and almost reliving the thoughts that crossed her mind as she examined the weapon. She wondered why she kept it around, there was just a part of her that couldn't give it up for some reason. She turned it over in her hands looking it over and over with her eyes, her face solemn. She had a sense of forboding so she slipped the familiar knife into her boot, for some reason feeling the need to conceal it.
