Silvara wrote this wonderful piece describing Merilda´s reaction when she reads the letter left behind.
Thanks sweetie, cant depict how it moved me.
This is not the end
Merilda tossed the dusted package on the desk that lay near the entrance of her room and threw herself on her still unmade from this morning bed. She turned to lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. She had avoided all morning to open it. Maybe it was because of that look on Saoi’s face when she gave her the package… “What was it really… sadness… relief?... or was it …pity?” She turned on her side slamming her fist on the wall at the one side of her bed. “I hate pity! How dared that old hag look at me like that!” she growled low to herself as she tossed another look on that leather parcel on the desk.
She got up from the bed and took to cleaning her sword… She was determined not to read it for as long as possible. Frowning she kept running a bloodied cloth over her blade. A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. “Oi… what’s with all the sulking?” said Gantar as he walked in the room. His thunderous voice’s sarcasm was the drop that made it all spill out. She looked up at him with an angry stare. “None of your business” she muttered to him as he came to sit on the edge of the bed just far away from the reach of her sword. “Come now doll! Spit it out!” he said moving to sit a bit closer to her. With a snap she stood up and snarled at him “I said It’s none of your business!”. Storming out she picked up the parcel from the desk leaving Gantar looking at her dumbfounded.
The cold crisp mountain air hit her like a gentle slap on the face. She smirked as she felt the sting of nature’s way of telling her Snap out of it! Don’t be a coward! She climbed up her favorite tree and sat on her usual spot. She looked out over the plains much like she had done so many years in waiting for her father’s return. “What a waste of time!” she thought to herself shaking her head. Her hands trailed to the package and started untying the string that tied it together.
As she run her fingers over the leather bound tomes of her Family’s history, a tear started trickling down her cheek. With the back of her hand she wiped it off, leaving a smudge of dirt from the ride back home and tears. She gently opened the letter that was neatly packed between the two tomes. Her eyes scanned the letter in haste, her heart pounding till she read the last line. Her fingers crawled into a fist as she leaned against the trunk of the tree that had been a refuge for her since childhood. Her eyes stung but she wouldn’t let any more tears run. She read it again… “So much in you reminds me of him” she muttered in a soft murmur before she scoffed in contempt. “Him again! Always him! I always wondered why she kept on worshiping him till the end!” She spat on the ground and looked out at the horizon where the darkness gained ground steadily enveloping the plains with its cloak.
With a thrust she pushed herself off the branch down to the ground. “Go on forward, no remorse. Rest assured... we will meet again” she whispered through her lips before she started walking towards the house again, the package held tight in her hands. “I’ll make you proud… if it’s the last thing I do.”