Oh look she isn't dead.
:D
Sup y'all.
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Morning
For being only twelve-years-old, Malik was as bitter and sullen as an eighty-seven-year-old man with back problems. He quickly lost the innocence and naivety he has just over two years ago. Life wasn't fun and games. It was real, cold, and mean. Seldom would Ishizu see the bright light in his eyes that he used to have. He was serious. He was temperamental.
A boy of twelve shouldn't be feeling these things, Ishizu thought. He should still be enjoying his youth even with the burden of being a Tombkeeper and never being able to return to the surface world.
Ishizu pitied her brother every day. She saw his murder his own father in cold blood. She watched him as he fought with himself. She watched him try to carry the weight of leading the Ishtar Clan. She watched him grow up with the childhood she never wished upon anyone. It pained her to watch him, but she couldn't do everything else.
To make everything easier for him, Ishizu brought him breakfast in bed every morning. The food varied day to day, but what remained the same was a flower, a water lily grown in the Nile, in a vase that one of the outdoor Clan members got for him. It was a small gesture, but the flower always got a smile from Malik as if he remembered the day he went above ground.
"Malik," Ishizu called gently as she neared his door, "good morning! I brought—" She instantly stopped when she saw the unmade bed with no Malik.
"Malik!" She dropped the tray and ran around the corridors and hallways looking for her younger brother. "MALIK!" She crossed past the door to the surface world and doubled back. It was thrown wide open, the first light of daybreak streaming down the stairs.
Yes, he finally made his escape! Bwahahaha! Eh, I could've done better with this, but oh well.
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Over and out,
Mahersal