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[Merci d'Rue]

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It was late and the wind blew thru the icicles like chimes. The soft tinkling noise so familiar and comforting to Merci. She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling her mind whirling over and over again.

So Zeth was dead... that is what the girl said. She was trying to determine if she should not demand his body for her own eyes to beleive. Zeth and she had been together in the early days of Umbra, the golden age as she termed it. There she had begun her rigorous training and he had arrived with his experiments and lab. They had become good friends.

Merci valued her friends, but she was beginning to feel that to love her, to befriend her was a curse. A death sentence upon the ones you cared of.

It began so long ago, when she was but a child and her sister Reine had been taken. It had continued as her family was slaughtered and her memory lost so that just today she had relearned her mothers own name. She was a curse greater than any curse that Umbra could throw at them.

Her mind tormented twisted in its upset. The Death of Zeth, the reappearance of her mother's spirit. For hours today she had struggled with the spirit. As it said the most painful words she had ever heard.

You are mine Merci, your my baby girl...I love you.. It was easy to feel nothing..then to feel this.

Just like your father....Stubborn She turned over in her bed turning her back to the window as if trying to shut out the words from a voice long dead.

She hadnt even known her fathers name. How could she be anything like him.

They had spoken of Bishimi, her impending marriage and she felt that she had asked for this, that she had unerringly stirred her sleeping peace, her mother rising from her restful slumber to stop the unfitful waking of her daughter. Yet there was another purpose for Emily's presence to which she was not sure what.

She left her with simple words,No matter what Merci, I am proud.. She closed her eyes as the words replayed and forced sleep upon herself she could bare this no more. You dont understand Mother..I am a beast, a monster in the eyes of the world, not the baby girl you knew.
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May destiny guide you...

[Emily d'Rue]

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~23 years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Momma, Momma." A massive head of blond hair attached to wide blue eyes and grubby little feet came running into the house. "Look it's 'urt, it's 'urt. Fis it!!!" Clasped tightly in a small pair of hands was a pixie. One of it's wings had been ripped half off and what could only be described as pixie fluids were pouring all over the little girl. Gingerly, Emily took the creature from her daughter's hands. For all their beauty they could be dangerous if mishandled and the last thing she needed was an injured 5-year-old.

"How did this happen Merci?" Emily looked from the pixie to her daughter's face elongated in anguish.

"I's playin'. I didn't mean to." Merci's voice grew softer, pain and fear infiltrating it.

"What didn't you mean to do?" Emily countered with an equally soft but firm tone. No point in yelling until she knew what had happened.

"I had my stick doing what Daddy does," she gave a demonstration of swinging it horizontally through the air, "I didn't see it and SMACK." Merci's little voice grew louder to emphasize how hard she had hit it. At that moment the small creature cradled in Emily's hands lost it's battle succombing to silence. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The piercing scream broke through the air as the little girl watched in horror. "All my fault. I didn't mean to 'urt it Momma." Tears streamed down her mud encrusted face.

Marus had been standing just behind his two girls watching silently. He crossed the kitchen now and gathered the corpse up in his hands. Without a word he walked out. He didn't have to say it for Emily to know he was giving it a proper burial.

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Years later Emily looked down on her daughter, pain filling her eyes and radiating in both their hearts. The little girl who hadn't mean to hurt the pixie was still trying to protect what she both could and couldn't see.