The Allegory Of Triberias: The Call Of Destiny .

Glimmering Spectacle

BARRIER MISTS
Ervana Sea,
2420 AA, After the Great Ascension.

Among the female soldiers in the great Hub of Bethesda, Calla Barrageway was one of the few that were most decorated. She was the only female sergeant, though this was not a position that Calla prided herself for.

However, it was still an achievement that not many women in this age could boast of and she was well aware of all that. Like most women of her age she too would have preferred to have a simpler life. One that was not wrought with danger, blood or gore, and yet, that was not what she had ended up choosing.
She had tried to convince others in order to keep her dignity, but she could not lie to herself and though she managed to hide it, deep inside her heart, she desired the comfort of a married life that was far away from all the hustle and bustle and all the heartache that was the genesis of this decision.

How far could a girl run after one man? Yet, the heart wanted what the heart wanted. Maybe tending a vegetable garden would be nice or raising a family in a cosy little cottage at the edge town. But of course, what made it all worthwhile was sharing it with a husband. The man whom she loved.

This was the life that she had always dreamed of and yet, her wishes were not horses that she could ride on. At least, not this beggar of love which was the person that she had now turned out to be.

Therefore, it was clear why it was not a position that she prided herself for. Nor was she happy to occupy. But she did live by a code and in this code, all was fair in love and war. It just happened that for her, both these two things were one and the same thing.

All in all, Calla was a soldier that was also fighting her own battles. Battles that really had nothing to do with the terrors that they encountered every day. For her, rejection was her nemesis. One that she had to daily contend with over and over many years.
How many times had she tried to get through to him? How many times had her hopes been dashed only to be resuscitated again? She had convinced herself that all she had to do was keep on fighting. Maybe, that last time the timing had been off, or maybe, he had been in a foul mood. Eventually, he would come to see her as a woman worthy of his love. She just had to hold out for a while longer for there was no other way that he could finally swing.

That had been his mother's and her own mother's advice. To stay close and wait, and yet, how many years had it now been? What had it turned her into? His personal bodyguard to ward of all that unwanted female attention? It was tiring to say the least, but that was all she could afford do now. She had come this far and would not let her efforts go to waste. She just had to hold on, to stay put and when the time came that he was ready, he would find her waiting there with both aars wide open.

Still, nothing happening left Calla feeling both hopeful and flabbergasted. Every time he rejected a girl's advance or even when he pretended not to know, when she was sure he was very much aware of what she was doing in the background. It gave her hope and destroyed her as well.

Still, her heart yearned for him, for that certain young man who went by the name of Killion Lithewood.

Killion yes. The Captain of her team. The man who she had grown to love from a very tender age. The one who had left her for his first love. To follow his dreams as a military man and she, crazy as it sounded, had followed him. Shown him her support and yet, he had continued to remain adamant. The military being the only thing that he truly cared for outside his immediate family.

It must have been that zeal, his one sided way of looking at things that saw him blossom into the role that he had chosen for himself. Even as Calla's own disposition grew ever darker as she forced herself into the role that she had convinced herself that she had little choice in.
This was the same darkness that had translated into hardiness, while her jealousy and unwillingness to relate with others was seen as ferociousness.