"Let. Me. Out!" Glacies screamed as she slammed against the door of her bedroom again, the heavy stone rattling on its hinges in response to the abuse delt to it by it's owner. The room behind her was a mess, her coffer and cabinet long-since broken in her rage at discovering that the door was locked. Glacies' clothing, and a few things belonging to Feb, were strewn about the room, thrown there in her rage and left forgotten about the floor.
Outside of the room Glacies could hear the elves in the distance. Their confused voices asking faintly, they must have been far away, when the trader would arrive. Calling out to Rikkir to open the gates and talk with them. Even going so far as to call threats out to the Priestess. It was clear that Rikkir had already sentanced the elves to death, like she had so many times before. Glacies felt her anger swell as she thought of all the lives, the men, women, and children who her "leader" was sentancing to death simply because of what they were. It was sickening, disgusting... it was WRONG!
With a bitter sob Glacies slammed the door one more time, falling to her knees as the strudy construct didn't move. Mulch's work, even one as old as the door, was solid. There was no way that she could remove it alone without tools, especially from the wrong side of the door. She was stuck. So caught up was she in her dispair that she hardly heard the soft scuffle on the other side of the door, followed closely by a familier voice. "Glacies?"
It was a male voice, one soft and unhardened by the years of work that their parents had undertaken in establishing Ulolgeshud. Unmarked by same hard year that Glacies had spent mostly outside of the walls, living and working in all weather to bring in extra food and leather that her family and community needed. A voice that she knew and knew well. "Feb? Feb, is it you?"
"Illeit was right. You are here." sad disappointment filled his voice as he formed the words.
"Feb, you're here. You can help me, let me out so I can stop Rikkir." Glacies pleaded, struggling with the locked knob on the door, "Please Feb, help me before she kills them!"
"I thought I knew you Glacies." Feb said cooly, his voice resigned, "I thought that because I loved you, I knew you. I was wrong."
"What? Feb, what are you saying?"
"How can you even think about sparing them, after all their kind has done to ours. They killed our parents parents, they murdered them in the night and consumed their flesh. They burned our ancestral home and desectrated our temples and cathedrals" Feb's voice rose as he recited the atrocities the elves had committed, his voice burning with a white-hot anger that he rarely showed. "They drove our parents out of our home and chased us to the corner of the world, whittling our original numbers from a fit thirty to seven. They enslaved what little remained of our kind and sold us as animals! They drove what little remained of our people insane! Even now they hire goblin mercenaries and lead them against us! Think Glacies, why should we spare them?"
"These elves are not the same as the ones who drove us out! I've talked with them, haven't you? They don't think of us as enemies, they respect us and are willing to trade things we desperately need." Glacies' voice was plaintive, her throat catching on the words as she struggled to keep back the tears that once agian threatened to overwhealm her.
"Elves are elves Glacies. I.. I don't know you anymore. I don't think I ever will either. They deserve death and nothing else. After what they've done to our kind, it's the least we can do in return for them."
Glacies recoiled from the doors as she heard those words, swallowing fiercely to clear her throat as she felt rage force it's way to the forefront of her mind. Rage was familier, rage was easier to deal with. "That's your mother speaking Feb, not you! This isn't like you at all! Listen to your yourself and tell me you belive what your saying! You can't honestly belive what you're saying!"
Glacies heard Feb sigh, a full and heartfelt action that destroyed her anger in an instant. "Glacies... good bye. I hope when you come out of there you realize how foolish you sound when you are in there." A moment later his boots crunched against the gravel on the path, swiftly growing fainter as he walked away from the his lover's door.
"Feb? Feb! Wait, please! Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone!"
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Glacies' wail was heard throughout the village as Feb walked away from her house. His footsteps heavy as heavy as his mind as he walked down the granite steps to the cathedral and knelt to pray before the golden altar.
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