Disciple of Faith
Pain. Exhaustion. Numbness.
They threatened to overwhelm her, consume her. Destroy her.
It was so tempting to surrender, to give in to it all. To seek release from the nightmare. But Revna held on tight to a vision, a dream, a hope. Even as slim as it was, it was still there. And she would fight for it with every inch, every ounce, every part of herself…until it was gone forever.
Or it became a reality.
She was being forced to adjust on her feet; every move she made had consequences - be they for good or for ill. She had to make choices, decisions, sacrifices - just to survive, to thrive. To grow in power and strength. It was an uphill battle, but Revna was not one to give up so easily. She was stubborn, she was wilful, and she was determined.
A heavy sigh left her body as she departed from her latest training session. She had been at this now for enough time that she had lost track of just how long she'd been here. Had it been days, weeks, months? It didn’t really matter, she supposed. She was growing stronger, she was surviving. So long as she continued to do that, then she would be victorious in the end.
For the first while of her detainment, she had been escorted by Kainite guards everywhere she went; slowly she learned where she needed to go to meet with her overlords. She was not permitted to carry a weapon still, but she assumed that was because her loyalty was still very much in question. Until she proved to be loyal to the Kainate, and bent the knee to the Dark Lords, she would be regarded with extreme suspicion. And though she couldn’t exactly kill or render harm to the Dark Lords themselves, it didn’t mean they were going to give her the means with which to destroy their servants.
Not that they would have missed any of them, she mused darkly to herself. But that train of thought was perhaps why she was only allowed to work with weapons while under strict supervision. If left to her own devices, she certainly would start killing those around her for her hatred for the Kainites was not unknown, and it ran deep.
But that would only hinder the plans she had in motion. So she had to play into her acceptance of them and their ways. And as time had gone by, she found that she was actually embracing some of what they thrust upon her.
It was a dangerous road she walked, and she knew she would not come away completely unscathed. But that was a problem she could worry about later.
Right now, all she wanted to do was get back to her quarters so she could rest for the few hours allowed to her, before she would be forced again to train under the harsh and grueling methods of the Shadow Hand. But as she traversed one of the many passageways that would lead her back, she began to sense she had a tag along. It wasn’t too surprising to her, considering where she was, and the passive understanding that she was always being watched. She didn't know who it might be, or what their intentions were. But she still made note of the presence that seemed to cling to the shadows somewhere behind her. Either he or she would make themselves known, or they would vanish just like all others who had been sent to watch her from afar.
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Davorin Zuheir
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