Disclaimer: Tristan, Lissien, Numair, Copper, Steel, Silver, Gold, Bronze,
Platinum and Padkar are my original characters.
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Sandry knocked on the door and heard a quiet voice call, "Come in." She pushed open the door and the light from the crystal she was holding flooded the room. Tristan looked up at her from her bed, her eyes squinted shut at the light. She had been sitting in the dark.
Sandry pointed at the edge of the bed and asked, "May I sit down with you?"
Tristan shrugged and turned away. "It's your castle," she replied stiffly. "I have no right to any of it, it isn't in my blood and I can't say what you may and may not do here."
Sandry bit her lip and sat down. Tristan was very upset it would seem and was not very willing to speak to the woman who had been her mother for thirteen years. Yet she had only acted like it up until half a year ago when Tristan' magic had started acting funny. But she still loved her as if she were her own child. "Tristan," she started in a soft voice. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Tristan snapped. "Lying to me all of my life? Treating me like dirt for near a year because I'm not like you? Or sorry because father nearly slipped through your fingers once upon a time and that is why I'm here?"
Sandry sighed. "Tristan you have every right to be angry. You've been lied to most of your life; you now know that you're not my daughter. But if you would look back you would see that I've loved you as much as Numair or Lissien. Maybe even a little more at times. You are so much different then I am Tristan, but I can see so much of your father and Trisana in you." She reached out and touched Tristan's hair. "You resemble her more though, you even act like her at times."
"Is that why you hate me?" Tristan demanded, yanking her head away. She turned to face Sandry, her gray eyes blazing. "Because I'm like her? So much like her, I resemble Trisana so much, just like Lissien resembles you."
"Tristan you're your own person. You resemble Trisana and act like her sometimes but you're still you and act differently then she does. You're my daughter,"
"No!" Tristan burst out, jumping up from the bed. "I am NOT your daughter! Curse you Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, curse you! You're a noble and I am not! I'm the daughter of a street-rat and a merchant. All of my life has been a joke. That's why the commoners, my true people, look at me like I'm in the wrong spot isn't it? They see Trisana in me, but they see none of you! And the reason is that I have none of you. You are not my mother and I am not your daughter!" She then slapped Sandry with her balled up fist, leaving a red mark where her fist had hit. Sandry recoiled, her eyes wide, her hand going up to where the pain was.
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As one Trisana and Briar gripped the left side of their faces where a sudden red mark had appeared. They also felt anguish and grief in their minds. "Sandry," Briar moaned, turning to run back to the castle.
"Tristan," Trisana corrected him, grabbing hold of his arm. "They're talking Briar, it'll take a while before they're done. And don't forget, we have got to find your other daughter still."
Briar sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "You go on to Daja's and I'll ask all the street rats. They'll answer me. Come on Numair." The two of them vanished off into the shadows and left Trisana to walk on towards Daja's house.
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Daja reeled backwards in her forge and let out a small yelp. Instantly Copper was at her side along with Lissien. "What's wrong Aunt Daja?" Lissien asked, her cornflower blue eyes worried. "Are you hurt."
"Ouch," Copper said, touching her hand to Daja's left cheek where a red mark had appeared. "That looks painful. How'd you get that one mom?"
"Sandry," Daja gasped. "Someone hit Sandry and Sandry refused to hit back. She feels pain, grief, anger." She turned to Lissien. "Your mother and half- sister are talking girl."
Lissien's eyes flared. "Don't call her my half-sister!" she snapped. "Tristan is as much my sister as Numair is my brother!"
Daja shook her head and gripped Lissien tightly by the shoulders. "We talked about this Lissien," she said. "You have to admit the truth and face it. It can't hurt forever. She's still your sister, just a little less then Numair is your brother. She's related to you as much as Trisana's children are related to her."
Lissien nodded and turned back to the tools she was cleaning. Hot tears trailed a clean path down her dirty face. She hated the fact that Tristan wasn't her full sister but she might accept it in time.
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Sandry knocked on the door and heard a quiet voice call, "Come in." She pushed open the door and the light from the crystal she was holding flooded the room. Tristan looked up at her from her bed, her eyes squinted shut at the light. She had been sitting in the dark.
Sandry pointed at the edge of the bed and asked, "May I sit down with you?"
Tristan shrugged and turned away. "It's your castle," she replied stiffly. "I have no right to any of it, it isn't in my blood and I can't say what you may and may not do here."
Sandry bit her lip and sat down. Tristan was very upset it would seem and was not very willing to speak to the woman who had been her mother for thirteen years. Yet she had only acted like it up until half a year ago when Tristan' magic had started acting funny. But she still loved her as if she were her own child. "Tristan," she started in a soft voice. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Tristan snapped. "Lying to me all of my life? Treating me like dirt for near a year because I'm not like you? Or sorry because father nearly slipped through your fingers once upon a time and that is why I'm here?"
Sandry sighed. "Tristan you have every right to be angry. You've been lied to most of your life; you now know that you're not my daughter. But if you would look back you would see that I've loved you as much as Numair or Lissien. Maybe even a little more at times. You are so much different then I am Tristan, but I can see so much of your father and Trisana in you." She reached out and touched Tristan's hair. "You resemble her more though, you even act like her at times."
"Is that why you hate me?" Tristan demanded, yanking her head away. She turned to face Sandry, her gray eyes blazing. "Because I'm like her? So much like her, I resemble Trisana so much, just like Lissien resembles you."
"Tristan you're your own person. You resemble Trisana and act like her sometimes but you're still you and act differently then she does. You're my daughter,"
"No!" Tristan burst out, jumping up from the bed. "I am NOT your daughter! Curse you Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, curse you! You're a noble and I am not! I'm the daughter of a street-rat and a merchant. All of my life has been a joke. That's why the commoners, my true people, look at me like I'm in the wrong spot isn't it? They see Trisana in me, but they see none of you! And the reason is that I have none of you. You are not my mother and I am not your daughter!" She then slapped Sandry with her balled up fist, leaving a red mark where her fist had hit. Sandry recoiled, her eyes wide, her hand going up to where the pain was.
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As one Trisana and Briar gripped the left side of their faces where a sudden red mark had appeared. They also felt anguish and grief in their minds. "Sandry," Briar moaned, turning to run back to the castle.
"Tristan," Trisana corrected him, grabbing hold of his arm. "They're talking Briar, it'll take a while before they're done. And don't forget, we have got to find your other daughter still."
Briar sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "You go on to Daja's and I'll ask all the street rats. They'll answer me. Come on Numair." The two of them vanished off into the shadows and left Trisana to walk on towards Daja's house.
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Daja reeled backwards in her forge and let out a small yelp. Instantly Copper was at her side along with Lissien. "What's wrong Aunt Daja?" Lissien asked, her cornflower blue eyes worried. "Are you hurt."
"Ouch," Copper said, touching her hand to Daja's left cheek where a red mark had appeared. "That looks painful. How'd you get that one mom?"
"Sandry," Daja gasped. "Someone hit Sandry and Sandry refused to hit back. She feels pain, grief, anger." She turned to Lissien. "Your mother and half- sister are talking girl."
Lissien's eyes flared. "Don't call her my half-sister!" she snapped. "Tristan is as much my sister as Numair is my brother!"
Daja shook her head and gripped Lissien tightly by the shoulders. "We talked about this Lissien," she said. "You have to admit the truth and face it. It can't hurt forever. She's still your sister, just a little less then Numair is your brother. She's related to you as much as Trisana's children are related to her."
Lissien nodded and turned back to the tools she was cleaning. Hot tears trailed a clean path down her dirty face. She hated the fact that Tristan wasn't her full sister but she might accept it in time.
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