Snippet #1366503

Lucina

Tarik’s and Luce’s stories sounded alike in ways. Both with cursed people who was in need of salvation from their persecutors. Both were and are willing to do whatever it takes to ensure that it stops so their people can live their lives without suffering. Perhaps Tarik would have a future after he reached his goals. Perhaps he would go home to a family or start one. Luce did not have these aspirations. Her soul goal was to end the Sun and his fury on Sinopia at all costs.

Luce found it easy to kill from hate. Her people were so caring and loving, hate didn’t live in their hearts. Take Danjus and Lucas for example. They carry on with smiles on their faces despite hurt and abuse from a angry God. This was a true Sinopian. Fear of loosing herself was nonexistent to Luce. Loss was her life. If one girl from Sinopia took all the built up hate that her people have been ignoring for so long and took it to rid them of the one thing that tore their lives apart, then so be it.

The female twin considered herself a fair trade in hopes that Sinopia can have a chance to thrive and become a great village. She doubted she would be there to enjoy it, but she was unsure that after such a feat, she would be capable of a normal life, whatever that was.

None of these thoughts were spoken, she simply watched Tarik walk back to the caravan. She would kill again as well, from hate. The hate that her people pushed from their hearts in order to attempt to live the best they could.

Once Tarik was out of sight, she just sighed and looked to the Sun. “Soon,” she whispered. “Soon.” Luce busied herself with finishing her clothing. It was duel layered pants and shirt with long sleeves. She figured this would be to necessary for the Underside. Plus she was sick of wearing dresses and being ladylike. If she was going to battle against the Sun, it seemed like being ladylike was out the window.





Lucas

The male twin had been wondering around the caravan., speaking to members of the circus. He watched with fascination at their remarkable skills, unlike anything he had seen. Many shared stories of their travels and people they have encountered, both on the Upside and Underside. Some taught him songs that made him smile, some that heated his cheeks and made him laugh. He even got a closer look at Kiella’s tree, daring to touch it. Honestly he had never seen ice before.

Eventually he found himself at the weapons wagon with one half of his group. He wasn’t sure where either Tarik or Luce was and that raised suspicion. Danjus distracted him of this thought with his new sword and Kiella with her small arsenal. He raised his eyebrows to her and whistled then said with a smile, “I’d hate to cross you milady.”

Lucas did not take any weapons for himself, just a few more arrows, enough to fill both his and Luce’s quiver to capacity. He thanked Teo, mentally noting to give the circus members some of the gold from Luce’s earlier attire. The twins really did not have a need for it and it was unnecessary weight to burden them throughout their journey.

Shortly after, Tarik had returned and announced he intended to visit him homeland. Lucas did not have any problems with that. Anything to distract Danjus and Lucina from this crazy mission, he was in favor of wholeheartedly. Plus he was curious to see where Tarik was from and what his people were like. He nodded in agreement with Kiella, “Of course Tarik. We’d be more than happy to visit your homeland.” he said, taking it upon himself to speak for Luce.

The twin looked to the others, “I say we get some rest and start fresh in a few hours.” With that, he sought out Johnis to thank him again for a fine super and entertainment. Afterwards, he finally found Luce, curdled up in ball not to far from the camp. He plopped down near her and soon was ready to nod off himself.