48: Melistia Point, Part XI

Samira fights for her life, for Lillian's memory, and something she does not understand altogether yet.

Last we left off…

Samira recovers from being thrown against a wall as the Record Keeper takes the key for cask 341 and opens it herself. As she reads the document inside, Samira struggles to return to her feet, and her awareness.

The words that come from the elf don’t make much sense to our concussed heroine, as the elf waxes on timelines, responsibility, and her duty to follow up on leads surrounding Lillian Tresspire.

Tresspire… not something Samira has ever heard Lillian be called, and not something that she has claimed for herself. That is, until the elf calls her such, and moves in to silence her again, this time definitively.

“Wait, waitwaitwaitpleasewait.” I stutter out as the elf approaches.

“I had done enough waiting.” she snarls.

Her eyes crackle with effervescence. The same feeling that resonated out from Torren the night before shudders again in my system. This time though it is not of welcome and comfort but a maledictive aura of dominion that works its way down my spine.

I don’t know what to do.

“What do you want from me?” I say, backing up into the chain, nearly stumbling back as I skirt it with my heel.

“I want my life back!” seethes the figure in front of me.

“I’m not at fault for that!” I plead. “It was this… family, those who sent you here; after Lillian. I don’t know what she did to you, to them. But she’s gone. And you can leave this behind.”

She scoffs, “No, Samira, I can’t. My life, my time, they had to be worth something over the past two decades.”

“That’s a purgatory of your own making,” I say, somewhat under my breath.