Till the ArkFalls

Assignment

A defiance fanfic I wrote in 2014! (I still have the other parts to upload)

Securing my hair in a tight bun I tried to reassure myself that the girl I saw in the mirror looked like every other castithan woman around. "Right" I scoffed at the mirror. It was pretty easy to tell that there was something different about me as long as you had functioning optic nerves. Nerves, the word snapped me out of my self-pity and back to reality. I had to get ready, like it or not the Liro expected me to attend social functions. "Sibren," there was a knock at the door followed by my grandmother's voice. " Are you ready? Are you sure you don't want me to take you?" Again I looked in the mirror, seeing a hint of her looking back. "It's ok gran. It's probably best I go alone" "ok baby girl, I love you" "Love you too gran, ill see you soon ok?" I opened the door to the tiny old woman; face soaked in tears, for we both knew I had just spoken a lie. After a long hug that I wish could have lasted forever, I pulled away. Taking a step back I noticed crows feet along the edge of my grandmother's eyes. Gran had been looking a lot older these days. I worried what she would do on her own, being so fragile. So human, I thought. I drank it in, knowing this would be the last time I would ever see her.

Is that the one? It has to be look at those clothes, so brash. I attempted to keep calm as I overheard a pair of robed casti women discussing me as if I was not there. Parking my runner I grabbed my bag and headed towards the door of the makeshift temple. I don't see why she has to be here in the first place. There are already plenty of liro girls to assign, what if she takes one of their spots. Birthright or not that thing is a mongrel such a shame. And it's all thanks to her whore of a mother. Thud. All eyes turned to me as I threw my bag upon the ground. Seething I approached the women, which now I was able to identify as alter tenants, a sort of castithan nun. Don't you dare speak of my mother that way you filthy piles of shtako! The women gasped at the fluent casti spilling from my lips and one began to sob. It's the damned Liro that wants me here. If it were up to me I would never attend this ridiculous scam. Like it or not I'm a pureblood Castithan, daughter of the Shanje Liro. So you bitches can kiss my ass. I tore off my army coat and t-shirt revealing traditional casti dress. Do it. I could hear my mothers voice in my mind. Do it my Si'bren, show them they cannot hurt you. And with a tug at the tie in my hair, pink locks tumbled down my shoulders. I made my way to the temple door. " I hate you all" I whispered.