Heir of the Forgotten

~Opening up~

The dimming of her room caught Selene's attention as she sketched. With a sigh, Selene crumpled the sketches she'd been working on and tossed them to the trash. With another small sigh, she walked out over to her window. She found it had a latch and smirked to herself. Opening it, she pressed on the screen. She found it came undone easily.

Climbing out of the window, she grabbed at a small notch in the wood of the exterior. She placed her feet on the window before jumping. Her fingers nearly missed the gutter of the roof, but got a good enough hold to walk her feet up the wall.

She throws her leg over the side and rolls herself onto the rooftop. Smiling to herself, she crawls towards the middle, then lays down. She places her hands behind her head as she stares at the sky. She watches the sun fall behind the horizon as night wraps the town with it's embrace.

Selene counts the stars and stares at the moon. It feels better. She can almost imagine herself home. Though, there is no sound of the ocean, only the chirping of birds and the rustle of animals moving around. The wind causes leaves to whisper, but there is no water roaring. She sighs, blinking away the memories of her home. She's fine, she's okay here.

Even if they are just using her to catch the assassin. Even if they don't really care about her feelings or her safety, she's okay. She doesn't believe in a lot of the things her mother taught her about the Gods or about the superstitions, and yet she finds herself sitting as he stares at the sky. "Hey, Mom..." she trails off with a small snicker.

"Gods, this is stupid." She shakes her head and pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. She goes silent again for a while, before she shrugs her shoulders. "I've gotten to see a bit more of the island since you died. I'm trying to find who did it. I know you would want me as far from this as possible, but I'm the link here. Well, I guess you already knew that." She whispers her words as she stares at the stars.

"Why didn't you just leave things be? I didn't need answers. I'm fine being who I was. I liked our little home and my life. I keep thinking, asking myself, what did you think about when you were bleeding out? Were you hoping I would come back and save you? Did you want me to stay away? Did you curse the Gods for letting you find me?"

Her hands tremble a little as she talks. "I thought I was starting to make friends on this adventure. They took me in to protect me after you two were killed. After a week of staying in their main camp, we left to hunt this assassin down. I've been having these dreams about my past. It's like we thought. I miss you. I need you. I don't know what to do with everything without you. I wake up from my nightmares expecting to feel your arms around me."

Selene is silent for a few more moments.

When she opens her mouth again, she changes what she'd been talking about. "I saw another person killed. Though, I can't decide if she deserved it or not. She likely gave you and Dad up to protect her child. It's justified. A mother should protect their child, but you're dead because of this stupid situation. We arrived at a new village. Apparently this is where you were looking into the poison I had in my body when you found me. I'm sorry I wasn't a better daughter while you were alive. I keep wondering if you would be proud of me." She drops her head.

It wasn't the worst, and it did help to lift some weight off her shoulders, but it's not much. She still feels like she's drowning.

"There you are." Dorian's voice interrupts her brief moment of reflection. "You must really miss them..."

Selene looks over her shoulder to see Dorian. She moves her gaze back to the sky after only glancing at him.

Dorian sighs, sitting beside her. "You have a right to be upset. Vince is under a lot of stress right now. You shouldn't let yourself expect anything from him. Take how he was when you met him, and let that dictate your opinion of him. If you were expecting him to care, stop, don't expect that. I'm his friend in a way, so trust me. His life goal is to not be his father. He tends to forget about others. He's not a horrible guy, just try not to take what he says personally." He tries to ease her feelings.