Tala was somewhat disarmed by the pastoral settings. She knew the Elves were probably watching them, but it was hard to imagine them meaning harm. It was just...peaceful.
Her sisters words brought her back. She found words that she had long wished to speak...
"...perhaps you were right to be paranoid, sister.
The competition has only gotten worse as we all grow older. I mean, in the beginning it was sort...fun, you know? Competing with each other, playing harmless scheming games for mothers favor.
Things changed.
It's that...that damned sword. Beautiful blade. Remember how Mother used to take us into the parlor, and show it to us all? "One day, one of you shall wield this in the clans name", she would say.
A few years ago, she began showing...favoritism. Occasionally, one sister would not be allowed to see it. Or just one, to the exclusion of all others. Those of us who were left out-usually for speaking out, or failing in our training-took is as dishonor. We trained harder.
Me, Kara, Milly, Izzi...we were still sisters, but for the first time, we all realized we were rivals, as well. I suppose you saw it before me, Asha. I know why you couldn't tell me, now. I would not have believed you.
Things became...violent. We were not allowed to use training blades anymore-and if we showed mercy, Mother would shame us. Sometimes we trained for 12 hours or more, without rest, drink or food, usually outside, exposed to the elements. Wind, rain, snow or shine.
...Recently, Kara lost her temper, and almost challenged me to a duel...and, if Mother had not intervened, we surely would have come to blows. I think she just did it, because she knew Kara would have beaten me black and blue...or worse.
I know Mother merely wants to choose the strongest of us to wield the blade. But, it still hurts. I felt myself becoming...well, I had to leave.
Now, I've decided I want to earn the sword through my reputation-not...backstabbing."
Tala breathed out.
"Well, that's quite a load off my chest. I hope I didn't chat your ears off, sister love. How was your training, anyway, at the Nunnery?"
She smiled, cantering Peryton forward.
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