The #Broken_Dagger Forum

Gloria,
I can not be angry with you for your actions against dearest Elliot, for his actions and his words often lead me to yearn for violence as well. My inability to bring the old Elliot to us pains me like knives in my gut. What stills my hand is my memories and the hope that he will return. The old Elliot would thank you, I think, for your actions against him. The old Elliot would despise this Knight. He may be more kind, more patient, but that only makes his loss more unbearable. I have known him a much shorter time than any of you, so perhaps that explains my patience. Sometimes, I catch myself relishing his attention. He may be pale shadow of our friend, but he does smile at me so very sweetly. He looks forward to speaking with me. He is patient in our lessons.

Everything is very confused. I do not know who to trust. I do not know who tells me the truth, nor how many truths there are. But, my friend, we must stick to our unyielding principles. We must believe that we are right in this and not stumble in our path.

You remain, as always, more important than my dancing lessons. Would that I could prove that to you. Perhaps I will skip the next and speak with you instead? I warn you, that will drive Elliot to worry and he may come looking.

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And now, she is prattling tearfully on about how much you mean to her, little birdy. It is embarrassing for both of us and useless information. More importantly, Giuseppe strives for my attention. He says that he does not wish me harm unless his Lady requires it. She has something that would force his hand and he says that my time is borrowed. I have faith in my abilities, but one must always be wary. I may have to slip into her employ to keep my enemies close. I may have to seemingly betray the rebellion, such as it is, and whelp. I am beginning to feel that I can work most effectively from within her fold alongside your Dark One and consume them from the inside. I warn you now, because you are weakening and that is something that will not be tolerated. I will abandon you for the winning side, birdy. Take hold of that stubborn, irritating streak of yours and nip at their heels. Grow up and told hold of what needs to be done, or I will give whelp to the boy-Knight and trust in him to bring her the fragile contentment your broken Mryken allows. Find Niall. Plan and plot.

-- X and the whelp

Noura,

I am very glad that you have him even as a husk of what he was, I am very glad, but I cannot abide him, he ageravates me, I see his face and only see memories that don't matter anymore, it was like I mighten has well of never had them at all, All he does is talk and talk and I despise it, it makes me sick with dread and anger and Jernoah, I sometimes wish all he would do is SHUT UP so I could pratend the memories are there, or maybe I could dance too,

I say prayers and they are not answered, everything is silent

I must stay away from Cherny for his best because what if they see him as false, what if they believe he collutes with his sister, we cannot risk it, I miss waiting for him after school, You are busy with dancing and ficksing Elliot, and it is a fine cause but it demands all, The Marshall was my friend but now she is a lump of cosmettic and powder and dresses, she is shallow and there is nothing there, I say the worst things to her, I weafe so many lies and untruthes and disseptions I don't know where they start and she was supposed to MAKE EVERYTHING RIGHT,

There is Catch but he is frightened and feels forgotten and sometimes he is a ball of fire I cannot put out, Cherny once had words like magic but I do not always say the right things to him, I love him with all of me but we are like oil and water as they say sometimes, even he is QUIET and CLEVER and I am a dumb ogre, a stupid hatchet that cuts and cuts and cuts at things that won't ever break

I have no school, I miss my mathematics, I don't sleep barely at all, and when Myrken Wood becomes a shining pile of beauty what if everybody who has somebody else forgets, in Jernoah they told me I cannot go back and so here I am and there is someone for everyone and we do what we must,

but what if everyone likes it, what if you are sneaking and inside it all and one day you think This Is Not So Bad and I'll Take Elliot This Way Over No Way, or what if Cherny must squire always, or he is sent away, or what if

I hate this, what is the point of unyielding principles if everyone is behind a wall I cannot climb, I almost did what Jiaseppy asked, I almost did even though he told me he meant to kill ME

what if I do something wrong, what if I do a drastic and stupid thing, what if I hurt somebody like I wanted to do to Elliot, I could have broken his jaw or snapped his neck I swear I could have, but you should never shirk your lessons, you see, because there can be no hints, none

I still have your feather you gave me, but it is only as good as friends for so long, until my chest hurts and I realize all I'm good at is seams, be safe and don't get lost

yours,
gloria

Pek'oret (It),

This is not a game, there are no winning sides, you cannot risk Noura and make her untrustworthy to Elliot by getting impatient, nor can you give her to him, she is not your toy,

Niall knows where I am, she is fortunate to be alive, but she has done nothing, NOTHING,

but if you make the promise to not give Noura up, to always protect my friend, I will go to the spearwielder

I will do whatever you want,

I will learn how to make the mind-meddler bleed if I need to