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Reina told her briefly, in the shortest length possible. While Polaris was out to barter their goods for grain, the same boy from the Kela tribe and his friends found the girl while she was gathering fruits nearby. The boy who brought dogs with them, had them attack her.
“After the dog bit me, I-” she stopped herself before she could give herself away.
The guardian’s eyes narrowed, as if she had already known. “The shadow came out, didn’t it?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Reina began, feeling the weight on her back growing. “Why can’t they just leave me alone?! They deserve it. I wish they could just die-”
“-Reina, you do not wish for it!” Polaris’s words hardened, removing her hands from the girl’s arm. “You must never hope for it. No matter how cruel, no matter how terrible they may be, to wish for someone’s death is to kill your own heart.”
“But-!”
“What is worse than death,” Polaris pressed on, not wanting to be interrupted. “Is to lose your soul to the shadow that lurks within you. What hurts the most, is when you take other people’s lives under its influence and not feel a thing while you are doing it.”
“But why?” her eyes began to sting with hot tears. “Why is it that I’m not allowed to hurt other people and yet, they’re allowed to hurt me all the time?! Why? Why am I always made to suffer like this?!”
“Because they do not know that what they are doing is wrong.” -Polaris then released her hold on her sword, as she had finished the healing treatment. She then grasped Reina’s hand in comfort- “This boy. These children who attack you; corner you. Call you names. Because no one told them it is wrong, they do what they please without ever understanding.”
“Then-!”
“If you are to stoop to their level. Then you will be no different from them.”
Her pooling tears streaked the girl’s bruised face. The number of beatings she had received during those times when Polaris wasn’t there almost seemed infinite now. The weight on her back doubled as she felt her marked arm panged with the emotions that stirred inside of her.
It’s not fair.
It’s not. Fair.
“I’ve… done… nothing… and yet… they-”
As she hiccupped the words, that familiar, biting-cold sensation took hold of her senses. Her blurred vision now had engulfed her in darkness.
A warm hand then clasped hers, followed by that comforting warm embrace that shook her senses awake. The warmth of her guardian cleared away her dimmed vision and found herself fisting the fabric of Polaris’s clothes.
Polaris stroked Reina’s long, raven mane that fell down below her waist. The sensation brought the girl to loosen her grip and lean against her guardian’s chest.
“Good girl,” Polaris softly spoke. “Just cry it out. Do not let the shadows influence your actions.”
Reina whimpered as she cried on her guardian’s bosom, venting out her anger and frustration. The shadowed thoughts tormented her with visuals of her bludging her assailants till they were bloodied and bruised as she cried. Thoughts of terror and destruction of wanting to mirror their actions. Why should she allow herself to be their victim? Why can’t she kill them before they’ll kill her?
But if I do that. Polaris will… hate me.
The thought alone brought about more tears.
More than pain. More than hatred.
Being alone with her shadow was what she feared the most.

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Reina told her briefly, in the shortest length possible. While Polaris was out to barter their goods for grain, the same boy from the Kela tribe and his friends found the girl while she was gathering fruits nearby. The boy who brought dogs with them, had them attack her.
“After the dog bit me, I-” she stopped herself before she could give herself away.
The guardian’s eyes narrowed, as if she had already known. “The shadow came out, didn’t it?”
“I couldn’t help it,” Reina began, feeling the weight on her back growing. “Why can’t they just leave me alone?! They deserve it. I wish they could just die-”
“-Reina, you do not wish for it!” Polaris’s words hardened, removing her hands from the girl’s arm. “You must never hope for it. No matter how cruel, no matter how terrible they may be, to wish for someone’s death is to kill your own heart.”
“But-!”
“What is worse than death,” Polaris pressed on, not wanting to be interrupted. “Is to lose your soul to the shadow that lurks within you. What hurts the most, is when you take other people’s lives under its influence and not feel a thing while you are doing it.”
“But why?” her eyes began to sting with hot tears. “Why is it that I’m not allowed to hurt other people and yet, they’re allowed to hurt me all the time?! Why? Why am I always made to suffer like this?!”
“Because they do not know that what they are doing is wrong.” -Polaris then released her hold on her sword, as she had finished the healing treatment. She then grasped Reina’s hand in comfort- “This boy. These children who attack you; corner you. Call you names. Because no one told them it is wrong, they do what they please without ever understanding.”
“Then-!”
“If you are to stoop to their level. Then you will be no different from them.”
Her pooling tears streaked the girl’s bruised face. The number of beatings she had received during those times when Polaris wasn’t there almost seemed infinite now. The weight on her back doubled as she felt her marked arm panged with the emotions that stirred inside of her.
It’s not fair.
It’s not. Fair.
“I’ve… done… nothing… and yet… they-”
As she hiccupped the words, that familiar, biting-cold sensation took hold of her senses. Her blurred vision now had engulfed her in darkness.
A warm hand then clasped hers, followed by that comforting warm embrace that shook her senses awake. The warmth of her guardian cleared away her dimmed vision and found herself fisting the fabric of Polaris’s clothes.
Polaris stroked Reina’s long, raven mane that fell down below her waist. The sensation brought the girl to loosen her grip and lean against her guardian’s chest.
“Good girl,” Polaris softly spoke. “Just cry it out. Do not let the shadows influence your actions.”
Reina whimpered as she cried on her guardian’s bosom, venting out her anger and frustration. The shadowed thoughts tormented her with visuals of her bludging her assailants till they were bloodied and bruised as she cried. Thoughts of terror and destruction of wanting to mirror their actions. Why should she allow herself to be their victim? Why can’t she kill them before they’ll kill her?
But if I do that. Polaris will… hate me.
The thought alone brought about more tears.
More than pain. More than hatred.
Being alone with her shadow was what she feared the most.