𝓞𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓷 - 𝙸.Mɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ

Chapter 43

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𝐢. 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚
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second person

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲. There was a lingering silence was could grow familiar with given time. And all she was ever given, was well... time. Seemingly, though, never enough of it. Even within the silence she had grow accustomed to, she heard whispers anoungst then. At times, even screams. When she first arrived, she had already know what it all was, wtat it meant. She had known everything. But knowing and experiencing them are two very separate things.

Miyori Dlamini was the eldest grandchild of her grandfather, Kawme, twin brother to Kamau and younger brother to Iyoni Patterson. For as long as she knew, her grandfather and great uncle were on the move. They never stayed in one place for too long, even in their younger days. They had traveled the world with their family and wives, seem many things and gone to many places.

When she was younger, she had wondered why their life was like that. She wondered why they moved around so much, why they never settled even after having wives they indeed loved and children they cared so dearly for. a they had a family, wasn't that enough? Once she got older, specifically once she went to law school, she had four. out on her own why. It was precisely their love for their family, that made them travel.

Growing up, her she heard stories from her grand father and great uncle. She heard many stories, they were always so exaggerated that she never believe them to be true. She thought them to be exactly as they were, stories. But as she got older, the exaggeration of those stories did, too. The became less colorful and more sharper, they were less fun and more displeasing. In time she had realized that those stories were just tails, they were lives.

That is what encouraged Miyori to go into law school and follow the path to being on the FBI. It was no longer just answers she seemed, it was solutions as well. She wanted to know more, she wanted to help more, she wanted to do more. And that's how she found herself in South Africa, where her grandfather and great uncle were born.

Everything was going well, at first. She volunteered to go there, already knowing the dangers that were being covered up thanks to her grandfather. She stayed low and did her best to investigate what was going onZ She wanted the full story, she wanted to know what her grandfather was keeping from her. She wanted to know more about their family.

And she did.

With consequences.

Not long after calling her supervisor about being done with her investigation and ready to return, they came. She wasn't dumb; she knew they would. In fact, she led them straight to her. Unfortunately, this out her team in risk, which she also was aware of. So, she planned made a plan. A plan that would do harm, that would hurt. But, she was a risk taker. She always had been. She was never one to fear anything other than failure, and she never failed.