[Jade Alanon]

The silence that passed made Jade uncomfortable really, made her wonder if it truly was her father that she spoke with, she had been tricked before and she couldn't handle the painful words again. Nymira waited as well, though she didn't offer any words to her father, she had her memories, Jade didn't and really, Nymira had more with their father because of their love of arcana. Kelron hadn't really agreed with Jade's weapons training because it wasn't as peaceful as arcana and to him, it was more dangerous, he didn't want to lose his little girl to such a brutal thing. When the spirit did speak again, Jade was saddened that his memories were vague, he wouldn't be able to tell her much, though a smile touched her lips when he spoke of their importance to him, it felt good to make someone feel good. He asked for a few moments, which both sisters granted, though they were apprehensive about it, fearing the Rhasic regaining control.

"See Jade," Nymira started as they waited, "You have always been loved and always will be, father is dead and always will remain a spirit, but he is with us." Jade nodded, she knew this, a part of her had always known that, but being reminded helped greatly, she needed to know that she lived this life for a reason, though a life of vengeance wasn't much of a life at all. "Not vengeance, redemption, we seek to redeam ourselves and restore what was taken from us." While Jade didn't argue, she didn't fully agree with what Nymira said, you could say it any way you liked, it was still revenge for a past wrong done to them, but who was to say the Sanguine hadn't been wrong for holding back the knowledge like they did. There was two sides to every story, The Sanguine and the Rhasic both had their sides and both believed themselves right and the other side wrong.

While the spirit world remained silent and cold, the waking world around Jade warmed up, the suns finally rising high in the sky, giving Jade and Nymira a different sort of comfort, giving light to the stone lantern, taking away the eeriness and replacing it with a certain sense of normalcy, though Jade and Nymira both knew that it was far from normal. Birds were heard in the background, though Jade didn't concentrate on their songs, her focus on the Lantern, needing to hear her father's words again. A few more moments and Jade nearly began to despair that the connection was completely gone, just when they were getting somewhere with him too. Just when Jade thought they should leave, the voice returned and with it, her hope did as well.

Always a fighter, that sounded like Jade alright, never had she been the peaceful sort, this proved it. She clung to her weapons, despite her elven nature, perhaps it was the Sanguine in her that kept her from being a nature loving elf, that and Jerack and the massacre of course. It felt good to know that her father had accepted her even when he wished her to be more interested in arcana like Nymira, he didn't push arcana on her knowing she actually hated it. She felt a twinge when he spoke of taking care of herself no matter what she was thrown at her, but she didn't believe that to be true, she knew the truth of what was going on inside her, she was crumbling inside beneath the pressure of a war she didn't remember and the life of a hunter that was hunted. "I wish that were true father," she murmered beneath her breath.

Jade so wished she could return to a time when things were more simple, books and blades, bickering with her sister or listening to her play her violin with masterful hands. No war, no fear of love lost, no bloodshed and pain that followed, guilt was such a painful to bare. She felt a small surge of surprise when he spoke another memory, a small piece of her that remembered what it was like to live back in time was susprised and pleased that her father had secretly watched her practices. When she had a weapon in her hand, she felt complete, while life was a walk, fighting was a dance, one she knew quite well. My warrior princess. That did it, it triggered a memory to come to her at that moment, her eyes glazing as she remembered back to another time, another life.

She was human again, the Krevion stood proudly behind the young woman as she bore two swords, her teacher had not shown up just yet, leaving Jade to her own devices for the time being. She had just had a rather nasty fight with her younger sister and came out to where she practiced so she could calm down and clear her head. The swords were her pride and joy, sharped and cleaned till they shone, they were such a perfect mixture of beauty and destruction, neither blade had ever shed any blood but her own, but they would someday if any chose to attack her home.

She closed her eyes, letting the motions come to her naturally, her muscles flexing and her body moving fluidly as she moved through various lessons and techniques she had been taught. She would become a weaponsmaster someday, that was her goal and she was getting closer with each day she practiced. Her heart gave her a beat she could dance to, moving the blades quickly and effortlessly, a beautiful sword dancer. She was fully unaware that her father had followed her to the spot, watching his elder daughter practice with her weapons, something he never understand. How could such a sweet young woman have such a passion for fighting, for war?

Kelron's attention was taken from his thoughts to look towards his daughter, he saw her blood on the one blade of her sword, a cry of pain stiffled as she felt to the ground, she moved well and was graceful, but she was no master yet. She had gotten distracted and sliced her leg pretty good, the blood dripping on the ground in a small pool, gods did it hurt. Even though she was in pain, she cursed herself for her mistake and sought to stand only to fall again, cursing once more. Kelron ran forward, hating to see his child in pain, she was far from a child, but she would always be his first daughter, his little girl.

Jade saw him coming and tried to stand quickly to show that she hadn't made a mistake, but with another cry of pain, she fell, unable to stand on her own. She sighed with frustration and looked up at her father as he came to kneel next to her, checking the wound before giving a small laugh. "My warrior princess, how did you do such a thing to yourself?"

Nymira had seen the look in his sister's eyes and had been silent, knowing Jade had gone back to another time in their life, memories were precious and she had just gained another. When Jade came out of her memory, she smiled and looked down at her leg, as though she would see the same wound from her past. "We wish you were here father, but we thank you for coming to us when we called."