Kana Truden
Wandering Healer
Did she dare? The doctors said he didn’t exist, the doctors said she was imagining it. He was most likely dead, or worse hadn’t been there for her. The memories of them and the ship, waking up on the floor and him missing his arm. Her hand traced along his side as she patted him on the very arm he had lost. It was still there as if nothing had happened, why was it there? He had lost his arm and yet here he was as if it never had happened.
Kana backed off as her jaw dropped in panic. He wasn’t real, he felt real, but he couldn’t be. The memories of Ruusan growled back at her as image after image of what she had seen flashed before her eyes. His lifeless body and the arm which had been lost. The part where she lead him to the ship.
The kiss.
She fell over backwards but quickly got herself up again. Her eyes watered and step for step she distanced herself.
“You’re dead.” The woman repeated again. “I saw you, they told me.”
She reached the edge. The railing caught her and prevented her from falling down and she let her body slide against the glass panelling. Behind her was the Truden residence and outside the grand windows stood the faint silhouettes of four people inspecting yet another broken window from yet another mysterious coin that had obliterated one of the many colored pieces.
“Khaleel is dead, he died on Ruusan. Kana you need to let go.” She spoke to herself. “But his arm is there, he lost it on Ruusan. Was he never there? He was, he must have. I was there, I saw him, I...”
[member="Khaleel Malvern"]
Kana backed off as her jaw dropped in panic. He wasn’t real, he felt real, but he couldn’t be. The memories of Ruusan growled back at her as image after image of what she had seen flashed before her eyes. His lifeless body and the arm which had been lost. The part where she lead him to the ship.
The kiss.
She fell over backwards but quickly got herself up again. Her eyes watered and step for step she distanced herself.
“You’re dead.” The woman repeated again. “I saw you, they told me.”
She reached the edge. The railing caught her and prevented her from falling down and she let her body slide against the glass panelling. Behind her was the Truden residence and outside the grand windows stood the faint silhouettes of four people inspecting yet another broken window from yet another mysterious coin that had obliterated one of the many colored pieces.
“Khaleel is dead, he died on Ruusan. Kana you need to let go.” She spoke to herself. “But his arm is there, he lost it on Ruusan. Was he never there? He was, he must have. I was there, I saw him, I...”
[member="Khaleel Malvern"]