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Prodigal (Original Work)

Crossposted on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19144909

Summary:

She had accepted her fate a long time ago.

Part 2 of the Banishment of Adara.

Adara knelt in front of her father, looking at the floor. Her inner flames were calm like the warm summer winds. She had a certain familiarity with what would happen. After all, she had seen this scene many many times before with her flames.

She saw her father hesitating. She saw his regret, his doubts. She saw him glancing at his wife, and the woman ignored him, clearly bothered with this display. He then would close his eyes and cut the tunic from the shoulders of his daugther, which would slip from her body until it touched the floor.

Adara would rise up, glance to her old family and walk down the streets of her village. Some neighboors would mock her, throwing some rocks and rotten fruits at her. And she would accept everything. Their ignorancy wasn’t their fault.

They didn’t deserve them, neither her nor her daugther.

Adara would then stop and glance behind her only once, as if she expected somebody eles to show up. Unfortunelly no one would. No one showed up the other times she saw this happening, and no one would show up now that this events were happening in real life.

Her father lowered the knife, cutting down the cloth from her tunic. It slipped from her shoulders and it fell until it touched the floor.

Adara never misunderstood one of her visions.

But this time, she wished with all her strenght that she did.

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Gilded Cages and Regret (Original Work)

Crossposted on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19144618

Summary: 

Adara is getting ready for the big day, but Meira still can't aceppt that this is the last time she'll see her sister.

Part 1 of Banishment of Adara

“Don’t be afraid, Adara.”

“I’m not.” her better half said, smiling prudly. “They should be afraid of me.”

It’s unusual a female elf to exert herself on the sixth month. Their families don’t let them complete even the smallest of tasks, worrying only about the pregnancy. Adara couldn’t afford that though, quickly picking up the pace while shoving more clothes in her bag. Meira looked at her from the bed. The bracelet with their family crest was heavy on her wrist.

“You could be wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” and Meira knew that she was right indeed. Adara’s predictions were always right. She could see droughts and storms, hard to solve crimes, and even her future lovers. She wouldn’t be wrong now.

But she hoped she would.

“Our parents can still change their mind though.”

Adara laughed and shoved another dress into her bag.

“They only care about their reputation. Even if they forgot, they would never forgive me for laying with a human.”

“Maybe they would, if you didn’t have a child.”

Adara stopped picking up her clothes and looked at her sister, the fire on the candlesticks trembling with intesity. The younger sister held her breath.

“Don’t you dare talk like that about your niece.”

Meira nodded, looking away from her. She heard steps nearing her and felt the bed bounce when her sister sat by her side.

“So? Did you change your mind about my invitation?”

Meira bit her lips, a chill running down her spine.

“I don’t wish to lie to you, my Adara. Not to you.” Meira felt when the warm hand of her sister touching her face, tipping it gently so they could look at each other. The tip of her fingers caressed her cheek, going down and down until her thumb could caress her bitten lips.

“Then don’t.” That night they slept side by side, like they did when they were kids. This time they weren’t alone tho, the halfbreed growing inside her sister. A halfbreed só important that convinced Adara to give up on everything so she could protect it. Meira looked at her sleeping sister, her almost identical reflection. They were still near perfect pictures of each other, even with her twins pregnancy.

The next day her sister would be finally banished, not being able to hide her pregnancy anymore. Meira wouldn’t be able to say goodbye, locked in her own gilded cage. But she would look, imponent, as she held the only proof that her sister ever existed.

Tomorrow Meira would be consumed by sadness and regret, but today she would pretend that everything was fine. Today, she would close her eyes and let her enjoy, for the last time, the fulfillment of her soul.

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