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"Aisling." Dahlia purred the name, rolling it around her mouth in relish before spitting it out. 15 year old Aisling breathed heavily. She was hanging by her arms from chains. Her long Mord'Sith plait, another part of her new life she desperately hated, was loosening in places. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises.
Dahlia circled her, and Aisling eyed her Agiel warily as Dahlia tapped it against the palm of her hand, each movement making her terrified victim flinch.
"I must confess myself disappointed in you, Aisling," Dahlia murmured, her breath hot against Aisling's ear. "You are soft. Mord Sith should be strong, unfeeling, merciless. Yet again, you stopped me killing a man." She spat out the words, and jabbed Aisling with the Agiel. Aisling was used to the pain. she did not flinch.
"He did not deserve to die," Aisling insisted through gritted teeth. Another jab with the Agiel.
"I have considered reasons for your...misbehaviour ", Dahlia continued. "and i concluded that we need to delete your persisting innocence. starting with your name."
Aisling closed her eyes. from day 1 the mord sith had mocked her 'sweety pie ' name. HER NAME
WAS ONE OF FEW PARTS OF HER OLD SELF AISLING FOUGHT TO KEEP INTACT. UNTIL NOW.
" YOUR NAME IS THALIA." DAHLIA SAID DECISIVELY.
"MY NAME IS AISLING," SHE SPAT.
DAHLIA THRUST HER AGIEL INTO AISLING'S CHEEK. TEARS WELLED UP IN AISLING'S EYES, AND SHE LOCKED HER BLUE EYES WITH DAHLIA'S DARK ONES.
"DAHLIA. PLEASE." SHE DID NOT BEG, BUT HER TONE WAS BESEECHING.
WAS IT AISLING'S IMAGINATION? OR HAD A FLICKER OF FEAR REALLY CROSSED DAHLIA'S FACE?
NO. OF COURSE NOT. A MORD-SITH WAS NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING, NOT LEAST A NEWBIE WHO COULDN'T BEAR TO KILL ANYONE. PLUS, DAHLIA WAS AT A MASSIVE ADVANTAGE; SHE WAS ARMED, AND WAS NOT CHAINED FROM THE CEILING. DAHLIA'S HAND REACHED UP AND SHE SLAPPED AISLING ACROSS THE FACE, LEAVING AN ANGRY RED WEAL ON HER CHEEK.
"YOU WILL NEVER LOOK A MORD SITH IN THE EYE!" DAHLIA SPAT.
AISLING BIT HER TONGUE TO HOLD BACK THE BITING QUESTIONS.
"YOUR NAME IS THALIA," DAHLIA REPEATED.
"MY NAME IS AISLING!" AISLING SPAT AGAIN.
ANOTHER SLAP FROM THE BACK OF DAHLIA'S HAND. A CURTAIN OF GREASY HAIR FELL OVER AISLING'S FACE.
"OH, YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND," DAHLIA PURRED, RUNNING A FINGER OVER AISLING'S WEAL AND LAZILY INSPECTING THE BLOOD ON HER FINGER.
THE AGIEL WAS JABBED INTO HER STOMACH ONCE AGAIN, AND ALL AISLING KNEW WAS PAIN.
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The Mord'Sith Confessor-Legend of the Seeker Fanfic
Fanfiction*takes place during season 2* As the Keeper wages war on the land of the living, a trained Mord'Sith, Aisling, who lived her life in hatred of the Sisters of the Agiel, flees the temple when remnants of the Resistance attack. Lost in the forest, she...
