[center][b][i]Melisa Rynir - Last Day in Hials 

"I promise...this is the last time I will cry over you..."[/i][/b][/center]

[b]"'Go on vacation', he said. 'Come home to Hials', he said. 'It will be fun', he said. Damn that Girvus...he just wanted me to suffer and fuel the fire to his amusement, hmph. How heartless... is there no one else he can terrorize? Out of all my siblings... And...he did not say that there would be mountains of SNOW PILING UP TO MY KNEES!!"[/b] the bitter woman growled as she stomped through the streets of Hials. She hated winter... anyone who knew who she was, understood that Melisa was not a fan of cold weather. Here she was, ripped from the warmer Aledel providence in Rehon to come and do what, freeze to death? She should be back home working!? Training her useless soldiers and preparing for war! This was so pointless, she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs right at a baby. Maybe then she would be calm.

[center][i]It is only one more day. Then I can return home and all will be well.[/i][/center]

All she had brought with her was a thin hood to protect her from the weather, and it was obvious it wasent enough with the wind whipping her hair around and blasting snow in her face. As she walked she could hear the squeals of children playing in the snow, tossing it in soft balls that did little damage. Seeing them alive and happy, living life to the fullest, it almost made her think about smiling. Almost. All day she had been out in search of a place to get a warm meal and a drink, but she was unfamiliar with the streets of Hials now...it had been to long since she'd been home. Far...far too long. But maybe it was better that way...Melisa turned her head as a child, a little boy bumped into her as he ran from his friend. 

[b]"Oh, sowie miss. I didn't see yew dere."[/b] he said looking up at her with a set of warm brown eyes. She had prepared to push him away from her, but when her amber eyes met his, she froze. The soft cries of a baby rang in her head before they were cut off abrubtly followed by screaming. Her screaming. [b]"Miss why are yew cryin, i didn't mean ta hert yew."[/b] Her eyes widened and she turned around and left the area quickly. In her head she could still hear the screaming. The memories came rushing back as she desperately tried to find a place to hide, somewhere, anywhere...a place where maybe no one could find her and see what was about to happen.

[center][i]The blood....so much blood...[/i][/center]

The blood of thousands of soldiers couldn't compare to the amout that spilled out of her little boy...

[b]"No! No!"[/b] she shouted as she came to a bridge that was built to cross a small river. She ducked under it and huddled in the snow there, holding herself as she crouched and weeped. This was why she had never returned. Back in Aledel she worked with grownups. Men and women around her age... She did not have to see the eyes of her son in every child that walked the streets. He should be here...he should be amongst them, growing up, being happy.... 

[b]"Jamie....my baby i'm so sorry. I miss you..."[/b] she was siezed by a onslaught of sobs. Her entire body shook as she wept. [b]"Adam...i'm so sorry. I'm trying to forget... but I can't."[/b] she spoke softly. She hoped her dead husband would answer her, but it was all just lost hope. After a few moments she reached for the ring that clung to a chain dangling around her neck. She looked at it as she remembered the short time she had spent with him, as a family. Bringing the icy gold band to her lips, she sat still for what seemed like an eternity. She could no longer feel her hands or her feet. Her bottom was going numb, but still she didn't move. [b]"I promise...this is the last time I will cry over you..."[/b] she said softly, lowering her head to her knees. It was an idle promise...one she'd given many times before in situations such as this. Why was it always here she felt like this? As though in every child's eyes she saw her son's, and in every man who embraced his woman, she imagined her own man's arms around her. It was a bitter realization, coming to terms with the fact that they are gone...and she could never get them back.

It was why Melisa was so angry...so mean...so bitter to everyone. She pitied herself like a child. Continued to hold on like the rays of sun as it dips over the horizon. With each step she took Melisa would dig herself into a deeper and deeper hole, screaming at innocents and rebels alike. Often times she would hear the sound of laugher and it would trigger something in her head that told her to run, run and cry and hurt anyone who dared to come near her. So far, in battle it hadent happened...but it was only a matter of time... Only a matter of time before she gazed into the eyes of someone she would kill, and find herself looking back. As her victims eyes would fade...so would her sanity. 

It was only a matter of time....

Eventually, the sun has to set. And all that follows...is darkness.