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Emi and Tyrsis
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Date Posted: 11/29/04 1:39:51am Mon
"Did you need me, Lady Emillia?" Tyrsis paused in the doorway.
Emi looked up as Tyrsis entered the room and rubbed her temples slightly, then bade the guard to leave. The guard did so, and she sighed. "Yes. It's about all you told me. I'm having a hard time believing it...because I don't remember it."
Water dripped on the floor from a rainsoaked Tyrsis, leaving darker spots in the carpet "I could show you, but to understand you would have to feel it also. I don't think you would like that."
Emi tilted her head just slightly, her eyes barely coming over her hands "You can do that?" Though the idea of feeling wasn't appealing, her voice quivered slightly. Tyrsis only nodded. A long silence passed between them. "Hmm...." Another sigh and Emi lowered her hands and stood. "....show me..?"
Tyrsis nodded and stepped closer to Emillia, touching her hands "Close your eyes." The moment Emi did so, the vision began, carried over from Tyrsis with a complete array of sensation. Emotion. Smell. Taste. Pain. Pleasure. Everything. Any sensation that had passed between Emillia and Impazael, only dimmer, muffled as Tyrsis sought to protect her.
The way was open, the thing that had haunted Emi for days opened up to her. Her entire experience washing in on her like a horrific nightmare, but it had been real, and all of it was overwhelming. She sank to her knees as it fell over her, but refused to break contact with Tyrsis' hands. It tortured her, but she wanted..no, needed to know it, to remember it. Tyrsis shivered slightly, her own mind somewhat detached from the scene, having analyzed it again and again in an attempt to track more firmly onto Impazael's whereabouts. She simply held Emillia's hands, feeling her shudder and tremble. Tyrsis could not wince as memories of her son were used against the woman now proclaimed the steward of Hogoromo. Tears ran down Emi’s cheeks, and through her shudders she opened her eyes, violet eyes that held not sorrow, but a fire that burned renewed in her heart. It was a terrible fire, and it echoed of Forbiddion. That bastard, how dare her use her like he did, to use Doragon against her like he did... He was dead now, but the drow helped, and they would pay. They would all pay...
Tyrsis let go of Emillia's hands, her own dropping to her sides as she took a step back. Golden eyes were those that held sorrow. Again. Though the fire in Emillia's surprised her. “That's all of it.”
Emi rested there on her hands and knees, then sat back, wiping the tears from her eyes. She looked enraged. "All of them..I want them out. I want them all out of my kingdom. If they're not Forgotten, they are not welcome here. I don't care who they are." Slowly her eyes raised to Tyrsis. "You, you understand. I don't want to hear of Doragon anymore. I don't want him used against me again."
Tyrsis caught herself blinking, even more suprised now. "All of them out?"
“All of them. Humans, Elves. If they're not Forgotten, I want them out.”
“But your father is...”
“An elf?” Emi laughed cooly. “Yes, yes he is.” Her expression went cold. “He wasn't here to help us when we needed him most, so he can stay "not here".”
Tyrsis did not know quite what to say, it was not appropriate for her to question what the steward said, but this....this was somehow very wrong.
“ And the same goes for Johan. He wasn't here either. He's not welcome in the walls of Hogoromo.” If anything, Emi’s expression became even more frigid.
“Johan trained the knights though...”
Emi cut in, anger replacing ice. “And then left! He left us all!”
“He left for Lashana.” Tyrsis’ mind was racing, there had to be someway to talk sense into Emillia, to stop her from banishing hundreds.
“Then she can stay with him!” The fire flared even brighter.
“Emillia you can't possibly be thinking of doing this!”
Emi frowned. “I can, and I will. I will not tolerate abandoment any longer, nor will I tolerate betrayal. The humans betrayed this city's trust by attacking us, and I will not tolerate their presence within my walls.”
“ Doragon did not abandon you!”
“THEN WHERE IS HE?!” Tears ran down Emi’s cheeks again, here he was, being used against her. “I have not seen him, or heard of him since we were returned. Nor has he tried to make himself known.”
“And I haven't seen Jin either. It doesn't matter. You know how things were for them, how they could never be where they wanted to be because of the fate life had chosen for them.”
“To hell with Fate. I'm tired of it.” Emi muttered.
Tyrsis' voice had grown calm, the initial surprise wearing into tactfulness. “Then fine, to hell with it, but it doesn't mean Doragon left you on purpose. It doesn't mean they left either of us.”
“Well until they return, if they ever do return, they..do not..exist. Speak of Jin, talk of Doragon, continue to carry on the Kayaroqua name, but to not do it around me. I don't want to be reminded of that sorrow....”
Tyrsis gritted her teeth, she wanted a way to outright fight this. Swords and sheilds were a much easier way of handling things than any of this political nonsense Zenra had introduced her into. “If you want them out of this city, do it yourself. I'm not giving any order, now or ever, that involves uprooting innocent families and taking them from their homes.”
Emi smiled then, cooly. “I wasn't expecting you to. I know exactly who to ask to get this done. The humans at least, those that are left, will have to prove themselves before I let them back into this city.”
Tyrsis almost growled, adrenaline rushing through her. “All ten of them left alive?” Her voice was bitter, the growl that of someone ready to spill blood.
A shadow of eyes, Forbiddion loomed almost smiling in the back of Emi’s mind. “There are always more. Those ten that are left, were left alive because of Wyrd's grace, yes?”
An image of six eyes flashed across her mind, begging, pleading for something just beyond Tyrsis' reach. “Because your mother would not have wanted them killed.”
“But they would have settled for my mother's death! They tried to kill her...” Eyes flashed, and they were not her own.*
“ And that justifies the death of a nation? Thousands of humans killed.”
“ I didn't order their deaths. They brought that on themselves. As I recall, that was my uncle's and Wyrd's doing. And you are not without blood on your hands.”
“ I guarded my city and my queen. You are ordering genocide.”
“How? All I'm ordering is that they leave my city. I'm not ordering them killed.”
“They don't have anywhere to go. From the reports that have come in, there are those out there that want them dead completely. If you force them to leave, you expose them to that and there aren't enough to go around as is.” Tyrsis earned a long, considerate look from Emi. The rain had stopped, clouds blowing out as quickly as they had come in and exposing a full moon in the sky. Dawn was roughly two hours away.
“That's not my problem.” Emi replied.
“Everything is the leader's problem. You'll have to learn to live with that if you want to stay on that throne.” Tyrsis frowned.
“Would you rather take it then?” Emi dared her.
“If it keeps you from pretending that the one person you have ever loved no longer exists, yes.”
“I'm not pretending.” She sounded almost sulky.
“Right.” Tyrsis would not play a game of dares, she never had and never would. If Emillia wanted to deny everything she had at one point known to be true, that was her understanding, not Tyrsis'.
Emi’s hand clentched as though itching, wanting a sword. she only denied because she didn't want for it to make her weak again, in her mind. “Thank you for your guidance.” Her eyes narrowed, and she felt like a demon inside. “Now get out.” She felt sick, but her mind was made up, though somewhere inside screamed it was so terribly wrong. A scream that was stiffled and drown.
Tyrsis tood and left, her movements fluid as only a warrior prepared for battle's could be. If Emillia attacked her, it would be the last thing she ever did. Even if it became the last that Tyrsis did as well. Emi obviously wanted to, but did not. The woman was too precious to harm, instead she turned as well, and went up stairs, where she approached Seraph with her declaration.
“I want you to get all of them out.”
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