30th day of Summer 504 Av
Age: 11
A girl wandered alone, among the streets of Kalinor all she saw was a lack of her mother, Shyonia Musella. Choking back a sob Assilsa continued to shuffle home, she had been praying to Viratas to continue protecting her bloodline, as she did every fifth day since her father had told her that she had killed her mother.
It was ridiculous that Assilsa saw a lack of a mother she had never met and that her father blamed her for Shyonia’s death when most Symenestrain children killed their mothers however everytime she felt her father’s eyes touch her, Assilsa could tell they were recognising her mother in a painful way, that hurt even Assilsa spirit.
Assilsa’s Father had remarried to Selussa Durian when Assilsa was two, She loved Selussa and Selussa love her however this fact had changed slightly when Selussa survived the childbirth of Assilsa’s Brother, From that moment began the outright war for affection, Drayen Curare,
Assilsa reached her home to find her journal ripped beside her bed, sobbing she knelt collecting the pieces of her shattered childhood
“There we go, you’re in you place crawling in the filth”
She recognised the malevolent tone of her brothers voice
“Why do you disrespect me? We are of the same blood! Viratas teaches us to respect blood! Will you not follow in his steps?”
She cried at the figure lurking in her room, never turning around she collected her belongings and placed them In the proper places. Her silk dress rustled as she moved
“Such a feeble little girl!”
His almost spat at her, Assilsa just ignored the insult and turned to face her brother.
“You disrespect our god! Our bloodline our web!”
She yelled at Drayen however this did not stop the boys cruel look. Assilsa watched her brothers glittering Gold eyes focus on Shyonia’s ring that hung from her neck on a silver chain for it was too big for her fingers. Assilsa and her brother stood in silence for a while glaring at one another. Assilsa Stalked out of the small bedroom to run into her father.
“Assilsa are you preparing for Harvest?”
Her father always managed to sound irritated and pleased at the same time, Assilsa always wondered if he was married before Shyonia. Her father had amethysts for eyes both in colour and coldness his silver hair caught the light of the opalgloams. Looking up she smiled pleasantly.
“Of course father, however I don’t understand why I have to start preparing so early…”
Her father’s cold gaze rested on her, shifting her weight she awaited her father’s answer. Drayen, who to Assilsa Lurked everywhere around corners, behind walls… However he seemed to pause and watch her and their father.
“Because it is Vital that you get it right!”
“I will father!”
“We are a family of Pure-Bloods! No Dra’s! and I expect it to stay that way!”
Assilsa frowned slightly, She understood the need to continue the survival need for her race however she didn’t understand the woman killing themselves for children considering most female Symenestra’s die in childbirth and not of old age. Assilsa had spent years in attempt to get out of the Harvest none of the attempts had worked so far so Assilsa was planning to escape this life for a few months explore the wilds. Like she had dreamed of as child.
“I know the history of our web Father.”
Assilsa turned on her father and gasped her jacket leaving both her brother and father staring after her wake.
Assilsa sat on the fabric of a rarely used walkway attempting to fix her journal. Many of the journal pages were shredded however few remained that were still intact, Assilsa read these pages with total concentration, closing out the outside world.
The pages listed twenty or so herbs that disinfected wounds, how and what herbs made and Elixir that would ease pain or cause sleep. Some herbs that could poison some herbs that could paralyse, Reading carefully Assilsa studied the words trying to memorise them again.
She was so concentrated of the hand writing that she hadn’t heard the soft whistle of an arrow or saw the arrow’s owner. All Assilsa Felt was the searing pain, with widened eyes she dropped her journal, which was now covered in blood droplets. Slightly confused Assilsa touched the page with her fingertips, then hesitantly she raised her hand up to her ear, the source of the blood and pain…
Her claw slipped into a hole about the size of two inches in diameter, whimpering slightly in pain she turned to where the arrow had ripped throw the fabric of the walkways. Assilsa heard the sound of liquid hitting the pages of her Journal again and she looked down, blood was pooling at her legs, her eyes watering at the pain Assilsa pulled her hand free of her ear and pushed herself up and picking up her Journal she began running.
When she began running she assumed she was heading home but as she reached the exit to Kalinor she stopped… Was this what she wanted? Did she want to leave her beloved hometown?
Feeling dizzy Assilsa made a snap decision, placing her journal in her mouth Assilsa climbed out of Kalinor possibly forever…
As she stumbled out into the sun shine she gasped in pain… Pain relief… she needed Pain relief … looking down at her dress she ripped a strip off and held it to her ear. It was soon was soaked with her blood. Stumbling a few steps into the wilds Assilsa pulled her journal out and looked from something that would ease the blood and the pain, flipping through the still dripping pages Assilsa searched. Birch leaves and… infection, Assilsa had forgotten about infection…
Flipping the pages faster Assilsa came across Geranium Oil, feeling the blood dripping down the side of her face paniced she found a small rock the same size as the hole, moving the strip of silk she lightly touched the rock to her wound. Screaming in pain she dropped both the rock and the journal.
“You have to do this”
She cried at herself, looking down at the journal and the discarded rock. Looking around all she saw was the brightness of the sun and a few sticks, taking a depth breath she picked up both a stick and the rock. Assilsa placed the Stick in her mouth and touched the rock back to her ear, bitting down on the stick she shoved the rock fully in her ear, screaming around the stick.
Sitting in a ball Assilsa cried at the pain, she laid there for a while in silence cradling her ear, why had she done that? Taking a deep breath Assilsa sat up and looked at her journal.
“birch…”
Assilsa blinked away some of the tears and looked at forest surrounding her, She didn’t know what a birch looked like… Had her brother ripped out those pages? She was sure that she had drawing that the healing lady had drawn for her, slowly reading through the pages she found three drawings. Focusing on the red stained page Assilsa read the inscriptions above the pictures.
Yarrow blossoms were labelled underneath a small picture of a steam with small flowers growing in bunches. Moving to the next picture Assilsa saw a plant with five points with a small flower that looked like a berry, this was a goldenseal plant, if she remembered correctly the root of this plat mixed with others was a great wound balm.
Looking further down the page half of a plant’s picture was torn, however she didn’t need an inscription to identify this plant, the Poisonous Curare plant, the namesake of her web… looking to the other side of the page, it was just an inscription without the picture, it was the Birch leaf/bark inscription….
Assilsa felt her fangs extend as she read the pointless sentences, growling, she stood up and cursed her own stupidity, she should have hidden the book in a better spot, not let her brother rip out the pages. Closing the book with a loud thud she stood, with the sudden movement Assilsa’s world began to spin with blood lost.
Giving up all sense of concern for herself, Assilsa just climbed down from the entrance she ripped some leaves from a tree and shoved them in her mouth, letting her poison dissolve it she swallowed. Gagging at the taste, Assilsa wondered if she had done the right thing, She didn’t have much time to think since she passes out…Most likely from Blood loss.
Age: 11
A girl wandered alone, among the streets of Kalinor all she saw was a lack of her mother, Shyonia Musella. Choking back a sob Assilsa continued to shuffle home, she had been praying to Viratas to continue protecting her bloodline, as she did every fifth day since her father had told her that she had killed her mother.
It was ridiculous that Assilsa saw a lack of a mother she had never met and that her father blamed her for Shyonia’s death when most Symenestrain children killed their mothers however everytime she felt her father’s eyes touch her, Assilsa could tell they were recognising her mother in a painful way, that hurt even Assilsa spirit.
Assilsa’s Father had remarried to Selussa Durian when Assilsa was two, She loved Selussa and Selussa love her however this fact had changed slightly when Selussa survived the childbirth of Assilsa’s Brother, From that moment began the outright war for affection, Drayen Curare,
Assilsa reached her home to find her journal ripped beside her bed, sobbing she knelt collecting the pieces of her shattered childhood
“There we go, you’re in you place crawling in the filth”
She recognised the malevolent tone of her brothers voice
“Why do you disrespect me? We are of the same blood! Viratas teaches us to respect blood! Will you not follow in his steps?”
She cried at the figure lurking in her room, never turning around she collected her belongings and placed them In the proper places. Her silk dress rustled as she moved
“Such a feeble little girl!”
His almost spat at her, Assilsa just ignored the insult and turned to face her brother.
“You disrespect our god! Our bloodline our web!”
She yelled at Drayen however this did not stop the boys cruel look. Assilsa watched her brothers glittering Gold eyes focus on Shyonia’s ring that hung from her neck on a silver chain for it was too big for her fingers. Assilsa and her brother stood in silence for a while glaring at one another. Assilsa Stalked out of the small bedroom to run into her father.
“Assilsa are you preparing for Harvest?”
Her father always managed to sound irritated and pleased at the same time, Assilsa always wondered if he was married before Shyonia. Her father had amethysts for eyes both in colour and coldness his silver hair caught the light of the opalgloams. Looking up she smiled pleasantly.
“Of course father, however I don’t understand why I have to start preparing so early…”
Her father’s cold gaze rested on her, shifting her weight she awaited her father’s answer. Drayen, who to Assilsa Lurked everywhere around corners, behind walls… However he seemed to pause and watch her and their father.
“Because it is Vital that you get it right!”
“I will father!”
“We are a family of Pure-Bloods! No Dra’s! and I expect it to stay that way!”
Assilsa frowned slightly, She understood the need to continue the survival need for her race however she didn’t understand the woman killing themselves for children considering most female Symenestra’s die in childbirth and not of old age. Assilsa had spent years in attempt to get out of the Harvest none of the attempts had worked so far so Assilsa was planning to escape this life for a few months explore the wilds. Like she had dreamed of as child.
“I know the history of our web Father.”
Assilsa turned on her father and gasped her jacket leaving both her brother and father staring after her wake.
Assilsa sat on the fabric of a rarely used walkway attempting to fix her journal. Many of the journal pages were shredded however few remained that were still intact, Assilsa read these pages with total concentration, closing out the outside world.
The pages listed twenty or so herbs that disinfected wounds, how and what herbs made and Elixir that would ease pain or cause sleep. Some herbs that could poison some herbs that could paralyse, Reading carefully Assilsa studied the words trying to memorise them again.
She was so concentrated of the hand writing that she hadn’t heard the soft whistle of an arrow or saw the arrow’s owner. All Assilsa Felt was the searing pain, with widened eyes she dropped her journal, which was now covered in blood droplets. Slightly confused Assilsa touched the page with her fingertips, then hesitantly she raised her hand up to her ear, the source of the blood and pain…
Her claw slipped into a hole about the size of two inches in diameter, whimpering slightly in pain she turned to where the arrow had ripped throw the fabric of the walkways. Assilsa heard the sound of liquid hitting the pages of her Journal again and she looked down, blood was pooling at her legs, her eyes watering at the pain Assilsa pulled her hand free of her ear and pushed herself up and picking up her Journal she began running.
When she began running she assumed she was heading home but as she reached the exit to Kalinor she stopped… Was this what she wanted? Did she want to leave her beloved hometown?
Feeling dizzy Assilsa made a snap decision, placing her journal in her mouth Assilsa climbed out of Kalinor possibly forever…
As she stumbled out into the sun shine she gasped in pain… Pain relief… she needed Pain relief … looking down at her dress she ripped a strip off and held it to her ear. It was soon was soaked with her blood. Stumbling a few steps into the wilds Assilsa pulled her journal out and looked from something that would ease the blood and the pain, flipping through the still dripping pages Assilsa searched. Birch leaves and… infection, Assilsa had forgotten about infection…
Flipping the pages faster Assilsa came across Geranium Oil, feeling the blood dripping down the side of her face paniced she found a small rock the same size as the hole, moving the strip of silk she lightly touched the rock to her wound. Screaming in pain she dropped both the rock and the journal.
“You have to do this”
She cried at herself, looking down at the journal and the discarded rock. Looking around all she saw was the brightness of the sun and a few sticks, taking a depth breath she picked up both a stick and the rock. Assilsa placed the Stick in her mouth and touched the rock back to her ear, bitting down on the stick she shoved the rock fully in her ear, screaming around the stick.
Sitting in a ball Assilsa cried at the pain, she laid there for a while in silence cradling her ear, why had she done that? Taking a deep breath Assilsa sat up and looked at her journal.
“birch…”
Assilsa blinked away some of the tears and looked at forest surrounding her, She didn’t know what a birch looked like… Had her brother ripped out those pages? She was sure that she had drawing that the healing lady had drawn for her, slowly reading through the pages she found three drawings. Focusing on the red stained page Assilsa read the inscriptions above the pictures.
Yarrow blossoms were labelled underneath a small picture of a steam with small flowers growing in bunches. Moving to the next picture Assilsa saw a plant with five points with a small flower that looked like a berry, this was a goldenseal plant, if she remembered correctly the root of this plat mixed with others was a great wound balm.
Looking further down the page half of a plant’s picture was torn, however she didn’t need an inscription to identify this plant, the Poisonous Curare plant, the namesake of her web… looking to the other side of the page, it was just an inscription without the picture, it was the Birch leaf/bark inscription….
Assilsa felt her fangs extend as she read the pointless sentences, growling, she stood up and cursed her own stupidity, she should have hidden the book in a better spot, not let her brother rip out the pages. Closing the book with a loud thud she stood, with the sudden movement Assilsa’s world began to spin with blood lost.
Giving up all sense of concern for herself, Assilsa just climbed down from the entrance she ripped some leaves from a tree and shoved them in her mouth, letting her poison dissolve it she swallowed. Gagging at the taste, Assilsa wondered if she had done the right thing, She didn’t have much time to think since she passes out…Most likely from Blood loss.
