The following takes place after "Renna's Promise." Thanks again, to Renna.
"Priestesses," she hated the words she was about to say. And she hated herself for having to say them, for not being able to prevent them. "I have some very ill news about one of our own." She had called for a meeting of the Scathachians in Rhydin shortly after her arrival to the Sanctuary. Isuelt was escorted home by Grem and Race, who stayed for an odd amount of time, according to a few of the girls. She swallowed and glanced down, a burn already beginning in the back of her throat, "It has come to my attention that there was a second survivor in the massacre at the docks." Her dark eyes, which bore shadows beneath them, looked to Athena. "One was taken. Taken by whatever it was that attacked the ship. Lexia." Lexia was the youngest of the group, she was the darling of both Isuelt and Athena while she was in their tutelage. She was the most natural warrior, the most graceful athlete that many on the Island could remember seeing. Everyone, including the High Priestess Lenai, Sheryl's mother, expected great things from Lexia.
There was a mumbling of voices tinged with excitement and foreboding. To let them go on any longer was cruel. Isuelt continued the bitter words, "Renna ended up with Lexia and," she knew she would have to confess her own knowledge of these actions, and possibly condemn herself in the process for not speaking about it until now. "....And it seems that she was holding Lexia captive. Torturing her." Her dark chocolate eyes were on the floor now, studying the pattern in the carpet. She could hear the voices as if they were miles away: "You waited until now to tell us?" "How long have you known?" "When did this happen?" "We left Lexia to toil?"
Isuelt's hand came up and rubbed her forehead, then wiped down her face, "It was several days ago, nearly a week. Renna came to me and presented the choice. She said she would release Lexia if I....if I killed someone. Wolvinator." She shook her head, her espresso locks shifting in their hang. "I couldn't do it, obviously and I couldn't get in touch with him to work something out to trick Renna." The room had gone strangely quiet though it was full of opinionated women. "I let the deadline run out. And I didn't tell you. I didn't let you be a part of this because I thought I could handle it on my own. Obviously....obviously I couldn't. I failed. And I failed Lexia."
Her head hung as her brows knitted tightly together. As she moved her jaw to speak once more, she had to check her voice to keep it steady, "Lexia is dead because of my over confidence and pride. Renna has done what she does best." Isuelt knew she would have to divulge the details of what she knew and this catharsis seemed the only time to do it. "First she nailed a hand to the door of the Inn. It had a tattoo of the Scales of Justice on it. Then a second hand, with the crossed Scathachian Swords was given to me the next day, along with the ultimatum." She sniffed and continued. "When I couldn't deliver, she....Renna delivered..." She couldn't even power her tongue into saying the words. As her Sisters stared at her, some with wide eyes, some with narrowed eyes, she couldn't bring herself to share the horrible death that Lexia must have had. Her dark eyes looked to the back of the room where two out of place individuals stood: men. She drew her strength from those that were with her when Renna had delivered the unimaginable, Grem and Race were standing silently nodding for her to continue. "Renna had her eyes and her heart because I couldn't deliver what she wanted." She swallowed the rising in her throat, utterly disgusted with herself. "I'm sorry. I failed Lexia and I failed all of you."
Her gaze looked over her Sisters gathered, wanting more than anything for this to be nothing but a bad dream.
"Priestesses," she hated the words she was about to say. And she hated herself for having to say them, for not being able to prevent them. "I have some very ill news about one of our own." She had called for a meeting of the Scathachians in Rhydin shortly after her arrival to the Sanctuary. Isuelt was escorted home by Grem and Race, who stayed for an odd amount of time, according to a few of the girls. She swallowed and glanced down, a burn already beginning in the back of her throat, "It has come to my attention that there was a second survivor in the massacre at the docks." Her dark eyes, which bore shadows beneath them, looked to Athena. "One was taken. Taken by whatever it was that attacked the ship. Lexia." Lexia was the youngest of the group, she was the darling of both Isuelt and Athena while she was in their tutelage. She was the most natural warrior, the most graceful athlete that many on the Island could remember seeing. Everyone, including the High Priestess Lenai, Sheryl's mother, expected great things from Lexia.
There was a mumbling of voices tinged with excitement and foreboding. To let them go on any longer was cruel. Isuelt continued the bitter words, "Renna ended up with Lexia and," she knew she would have to confess her own knowledge of these actions, and possibly condemn herself in the process for not speaking about it until now. "....And it seems that she was holding Lexia captive. Torturing her." Her dark chocolate eyes were on the floor now, studying the pattern in the carpet. She could hear the voices as if they were miles away: "You waited until now to tell us?" "How long have you known?" "When did this happen?" "We left Lexia to toil?"
Isuelt's hand came up and rubbed her forehead, then wiped down her face, "It was several days ago, nearly a week. Renna came to me and presented the choice. She said she would release Lexia if I....if I killed someone. Wolvinator." She shook her head, her espresso locks shifting in their hang. "I couldn't do it, obviously and I couldn't get in touch with him to work something out to trick Renna." The room had gone strangely quiet though it was full of opinionated women. "I let the deadline run out. And I didn't tell you. I didn't let you be a part of this because I thought I could handle it on my own. Obviously....obviously I couldn't. I failed. And I failed Lexia."
Her head hung as her brows knitted tightly together. As she moved her jaw to speak once more, she had to check her voice to keep it steady, "Lexia is dead because of my over confidence and pride. Renna has done what she does best." Isuelt knew she would have to divulge the details of what she knew and this catharsis seemed the only time to do it. "First she nailed a hand to the door of the Inn. It had a tattoo of the Scales of Justice on it. Then a second hand, with the crossed Scathachian Swords was given to me the next day, along with the ultimatum." She sniffed and continued. "When I couldn't deliver, she....Renna delivered..." She couldn't even power her tongue into saying the words. As her Sisters stared at her, some with wide eyes, some with narrowed eyes, she couldn't bring herself to share the horrible death that Lexia must have had. Her dark eyes looked to the back of the room where two out of place individuals stood: men. She drew her strength from those that were with her when Renna had delivered the unimaginable, Grem and Race were standing silently nodding for her to continue. "Renna had her eyes and her heart because I couldn't deliver what she wanted." She swallowed the rising in her throat, utterly disgusted with herself. "I'm sorry. I failed Lexia and I failed all of you."
Her gaze looked over her Sisters gathered, wanting more than anything for this to be nothing but a bad dream.