"To... haaa... ****, I don't know what I'm doing... To... to start off with... my life, and uh... my dreams, we need to... talk about my family. My clan." She said, gulping.
"I... and Cain, come from a Rakshashin tribe named the... Vajra. It's... a very, very old name, and has history I'd have to spend a bunch of hours explaining, but... That's not important, though... The Vajra Clan is... one of the original clans, descent directly from the Dark God himself, Argosax. And so... we're some of the strongest in the world. Because of our blood, I mean. Inherently we have large amounts of Dark Mana concentrated into our bodies from birth, so... Whatever. The point is, we're... strong. And very, very traditional, like most other Rakshashin clans in Argus..."
Sylvia breathed out.
"I was born under the name... Abel, in my clan. It's a pretty insignificant name, within the... status of our clan. You could consider the house of Abel a... peasant house, yeah. A house without acclaim, or... really anything. We're... strong, I guess, but even then we aren't... anything in special in comparison to our other brethren. The only thing we're really... known for in our clan is that we're all born really, really tall... Which uh... I uh..."
Sylvia gulped, "I think at this point... that should be obvious. My mom is... actually around 50 ft tall, if you can believe that. And my older sister is 27 ft tall... Anyway, thats uh... that's not important."
Sylvia breathed out, "Point is... we're not special barring our size. It gives us an advantage in some situations, but... otherwise, we're mediocre. Because, like I said, we were peasants. This was... especially worse in my case, since... believe it or not, I wasn't... born tall." Sylvia explained.
"In fact, when I was really young, in my teenage years, I think, I was probably around you're height... Maybe shorter by a few inches. I was... born extremely thin and frail, with little ability to fight or... use Dark Magic. It's a rare condition, I think. When Rakshashin are born without... Dark Magic in their blood, I mean. At the time, you could only really recognize me as a Rakshashin due to my tail, wings, and my words... If I didn't have those, I'd... probably have been mistaken for an Everian, if you can believe that."
Sylvia shuddered.
"Because of my... condition. I was... not treated very well by my family, at the time. Or really anybody that I'd come to meet in the clan. I was..." Sylvia shuddered once more, memories beginning to flash in her eyes. Her breathing once again became erratic, her heartbeat audible from within her chest. She tried to... get the words out, describe the events in any semblance of detail, but, she couldn't. Her tongue couldn't produce the sounds needed to describe what had been done to her, she couldn't even fathom describing it in any form of detail.
The way she was beaten.
"...."
The way she was cut.
"...A.. .. ."
The way she was starved.
"I... c.. . .c.. ."
The way she was thrown away. And burned... Over...
And over... Over... and over. And over.
And over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...
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After several moments... Sylvia spoke once more.
"I was hurt. Hurt because I was different. Hurt because I was... weak." She heaved out, breathing out shakily. She closed her eyes, darkness consuming her mind... Everything around her became cold, sound died out, the woman only able to hear the soft wind against her flesh. This lasted for only a few moments, but, the memory... That loneliness, that...emptiness. That constant, searing pain of her wounds being irritated by dirt and grime.
She... she couldn't...
She couldn't remember that.
"I... I can't... I c... c... This..."
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