Thread: The Retribution Chronicles: P Y R E & Ser Issac of Clarke

Sierra has taken a sea at the edge of her bed in thought. Her eyes went to her hands, worn, cracked, the nails bitten. The room she had called home for several years had become claustrophobic. She was alone, though she could hear the countless hushed whispers and conversations of neighbors through the thin walls. She laid back her hands rested on her stomach, her head tilted to avoid the duffle bag which rested, packed full of clothing and mementoes. She had one day to go, tomorrow she would be boarding that ship to Hells gate Where she would train, and prepare. Her muscles already hurt, and under her plain black sweatshirt she could feel her muscles and the skin rolling over the tightness. The ache lulled her to sleep and finally after an hour of staring at the ceiling and the one docked light overhead, which flickered relentlessly, she curled up on the bed and fell asleep. With shifting eyes under tired lips, Sierra was plagued with memories. She had watched as the world seemed to fall around her, in haze of green and golden embers, lifting into the Thoran sky. The sound waves had taken on that of the cicada, yet that could not be, that insect had been one of Earth, a planet long forgotten. She had read much of the old world, the original civilization one of colonized terraformed lands and foliage. She couldnt possibly know the sound of the cicada, but she had imagined the annoyance of chirping to be similar. She was but a child, unable to comprehend the wrath of the creatures which invaded. What she did understand was loss. As her family ran from the destruction, she watched as they had been ripped from her tightly clenched hands. Her family was just one of countless which left the planet in an orphaned state. It was in this chaos she found Will. Sierra couldnt recall how often she ran over features of her parents while in a dream like state. Her mother's unruly chestnut hair roaming a tanned sculpted face Her fathers dark, near charcoal colored high and tight, matched with stern brows always watching and calculating. but her mother's eyes, all she ever saw were the golden hue shrouded in sunlight. Did she look like her parents? Did she exhibit the same qualities. As sunlight stretched across the dusty floorboards of her small apartment, and once again sierra was already awake staring that ceiling. She blinked, then pushed her aching body up. A rush of blood caused her to wince and she immediately placed her hand on her forehead. With the duffle bag already packed she stumbled off the bed and pulled it from the mattress. Shuffling to the door she flung it open and continued down the hall, her hand tightening on the strap, only to pull it up and across her shoulder and chest. She passed by countless doors, some open, music blaring, others sealed right, their occupants already on the ship ready to enter their new lives as defenders of Thora. The journey to the ship didnt take as long as sierra had hopped. Of course she had been lost in her own thoughts, wondering, trying to remember, frustrated and tired She yawned at the idea of being tired then shook her head, her messily tied ponys tail brushed against her cheeks and she tightened her grip on the strap of her duffle bag. She searched faces, each one reminding her of her parents, but that wasnt what she was searching for, she needed to find Will. Walking through the crowd she lifted to her top toes, cursing her small stature as it had become difficult to see over the towering men and women around her. Will? She whispered over the chatter then jumped here and there when she thought she saw him. However, this was pointless. There were nearly sixty people boarding this ship, she worried now that in the sea of faces she would never find his. Finally the gates opened and the crowd of people shifted forward sweeping her along with them. Stumbling along in worn down sneakers and joggers she followed, glancing back every now and then to see if she recognized anyone. It seemed almost robotic as citizens of Thora loaded their items over head, strapped themselves in to rows of seats and readied themselves for the journey. Sierra, however, was restless. Sitting up in her seat, then finally gathering herself up onto it entirely to look back at the wandering eyes which seemed to zero in on her. Finally, she saw him, immediately she started crawling over laps and landed in the walkway, tripping though gradually collecting herself. With her head down she hurried quickly to an empty seat by his side completely dismissing the fact that she had left her bag in overhead containment zone on the complete opposite side of where she now sat. I was looking all over for you. She said somewhat annoyed, flicking the flyaways of her chestnut brown hair from her sun kissed cheek. Her hazel eyes followed her hands as she pulled the safety harness over her chest and then set her hands on her thighs patiently. Too many peopleShe finally concluded as she brought her gaze up to him. She needed to memorize his features now catalogue them in the event she shook her head again before rolling her neck and head, working out whatever kink may have settled in her awkward sleeping position the night before. Also, dont forget Im doing this for you. Someone has to keep you out of trouble. She shot him a quick smirk before looking to the side at another passenger fiddling with their harness. Sierra wasnt hard looking like the rest she had been surrounded by. She was only 54, had a very slim, lithe frame She looked so young, though she was on the cusp of her nineteenth birthday. Her features were flawless, free of marks or stress, it was simple when she truly hadnt smiled much after the attack Though she did have a soft spot for William and couldnt pass up any opportunity to tease him, even in the most stressful of moments.