Ishandra : Icy's Tale
Part 2
Chapter 1: Sorrow and Regrets
I find I cannot look at the agora Cat-Witch students in my classes with their pure sapphire-blue eyes without feeling profound sorrow for Matchka and deep pangs of guilt knowing that fratricide has now been added to the list of my many crimes. The hate and desire for revenge that separated us has now mutated into feelings of grief and great loss that now unite us. It does not matter if it is one's mother or one's sister. Blood is still blood and pain, grief and anger run deep. And now Matchka is on her home world where yet another indignity will be performed on her person as they rape her mind of any memories or recollections of ever knowing the pains and joys of having a sibling. And most likely, they will also root out all memory traces of me and my sisters because that is exactly what "adjusting" is – a selective purging of memories. Why could she not tell me? Why this game? Was she that afraid of me? Was it stubborn feline pride? Or did the pain run too deep to give it expression? If she could have just opened her heart to me then there might of been reconciliation. Now there is no chance of it. At night, I find myself weeping and voicing my grief while in the embrace of wings yet through my tears I feel the grip of anger loosen as the cage of ice imprisoning my heart breaks and begins to melt to the sound of gentle purring.