[center][h2]Kyrena[/h2][sub]Bride of Unknown and Sister-Bride of Unknown
Interacting with: Nobody Yet[/sub][/center]

Kyrena sad frightfully in the wagon that carried her up the mountains. This place was nothing like Mount Serenity, her home. She was so cold that she huddled up in her cloak with Elly, her Sne. The little creature looked just as afraid as her. For most the journey she remained silent. The Gem didn’t dare to utter a word to any of her Drakkan captors the whole way on.

Now in the mountains, the very air felt wrong. Back home the wind was soothing and nice. One could dance in it, with it! But here the wind wanted to cut and hurt you. It was vicious and hostile. Maybe that was why the Drakkan all acted like they did? She kept those thoughts to herself though. There was little use in talking to anyone here. Soon they would be separated again. Then again, these were the last few Gems she’d probably see in a long time. Maybe forever.

Eventually, they reached Shadow Worth. One by one they were led off the carriages. Then a Drakkan addressed them. Calling them weak, and themselves kind. Then followed by their duties. Kyrena swallowed hard. The very idea that she would bare such a monster felt painful. Instinctively she reached for her stomach with her hand as finally, tears began to well up. A shiver traveled up her spine. She tried to bite down on her teeth and fight the tears. Still, one escaped. With it, Kyrena felt herself collapse. She didn’t let another tear go. Yet inside she felt hollow. Like everything she once was, was just ripped out of her and replaced with a bottomless void of fear. Eventually, they were led to their chambers. The room was rather bare and small. With only a bed, a basin of water, a fireplace, and a simple rug. Still, she jumped on her bed and cried her eyes dry on the pillow. It all came in waves. The pain, the fear, the regret. Why was she so stupid as to [i]volunteer[/i]!? But as she rubbed away the red lines on her cheeks, she realized why. She could not bear another of her friends to vanish. Her Sne had crawled to a far corner of her room, trying to some rest. It appeared to know very well tomorrow would still be a tough day. But Kyrena couldn’t sleep. She laid there, for what felt like hours. Though eventually she just opened the window and let the night’s wind in. The bars would make sure she couldn’t escape one way or another. But Kyrena did not plan on escaping. At least not in a way the Drakkan would understand.

Instead of crying or sleeping, she began to move. First to feel the wind blow into her room. It was still stingy and hurtful. But Kyrena, slowly, carefully, let her own essence flow in it. She moved with the wind. Making small circles in her room, stepping one way then another. Going with the flow until she fully caught it. Then she changed it. Making turns left instead of right. Soon she and the wind moved in harmony and she began to dance. Moving gracefully through the room. Going in circles and spins. Letting her white dress flutter in the wind. The wind was now billowing snowflakes in as well. They shone a beautiful, silver-white in the pale light of the moon. Yet when the yellow flames of the fireplace touched them, they turned into golden glitter. Kyrena let the wind and snow blow all around her, guiding her through the room. Every breeze told her where to go. The small room was made to confine her. But instead, it freed her. There was no more up, no more down as she twisted through her room. She pushed herself off the wall and jumped through the glittering air. Embracing the split second of weightlessness before gravity pulled her back down. Every movement was made in harmony with the previous one. Yet it was all as unpredictable as the wind itself. There was no more down, no up, left or right as she jumped and spun through the free air. This was her escape. This was how she would flee. At least for now. Gusts of air made her go a little higher, spin a little faster. A delicate touch here, a soft breeze there. All culminating in a beautifully enchanting dance. But things were different now.

Even though she was in harmony with the air, her mind influenced that balance. It directed her moves towards a crescendo. She jumped higher and dropped lower. Reaching for something she would never have again, only to drop into her captivity again and again. Until the air, unexpectedly, blew in discord with her movement. She lost her balance in a jump and fell. She tumbled for what felt like minutes, though it was over in a second. She was once again chained to the rough floor below her. Slowly she sat up, feeling the pain her now exhausted body suffered. In a rush the winds and glistering particles escaped her room, shutting the window behind them. There she was, almost entirely alone again. In the corner, her little Sne pet was still sleeping. Too exhausted by the long journey behind her. [b]“Good night, Elly.”[/b] Kyrena said at last before she herself crawled into bed. The Air Gem felt more hurt by the betrayal of her dance than the fall she suffered.

The next day she didn’t even feel like she had fallen. But the emptiness remained. After the Drakkan demanded her out of bed, she crawled to the basin with water and tried to freshen up. At least if it made her skin feel clean. It was a small blessing. After that, she realized she still wore her white dress from yesterday. Well, it would have to do for now. She wasn’t really in the presence. She didn’t feel awake. Everything felt more like it was all a dream. The hallway she wandered wasn't real. The large room had to be fake. The apple she grabbed had to come from her imagination. Even the heat she felt from one of the fireplaces had to be part of a memory. But as she sat down, she realized it was all real. Just a different kind of real. A greyer one.