Ariah
DING! DING! DING! That’s my cue to wake and get dressed for duties. No more being plain Ariah. Last night at the ceremony I saw Irik dancing with a woman. From what I notice he has a type. So far that type is not me. Therefore, I will try something new today. Hi Meliza, would you mind if I borrowed your royal blue gown? “I don’t mind. But how do you plan to milk cows in such an attire?” All is well Meliza. It is my turn to ask for a lighter duty.
Continuing my getting clothed for duties, I wonder what Irik would think of my new look. Lately it seems like all the women are interested in Irik. Yesterday Mrs. Corla announced Irik would work scheduling duty this morning. Today is my chance to show him that I could be his type. She has been a headache lately. Mrs. Corla has 5 sisters and 3 brothers. The Yisraem village was attacked by the Hysieng 15 years ago and a lot of our people died. All of the Yisraem people in the camp that was attacked were slaughtered except for a hand full.
Mrs. Corla survived but was taken as a slave. Three of her sisters were slaughtered and two of her brothers. All of the survivors were taken into slavery. She was tortured in unimaginable ways by the Hysieng people. King OFe himself and the Yisraem warriors waged war back against the Hysieng slaughtering thousands of Hysieng people. King Zakein saw that the battle was lost and hid and ran amongst the people. On that day Mrs. Corla was rescued but her remaining siblings had already been murdered during slavery.
She carries the anguish. Trying to heal herself with temporary relief. Like killing happiness. It is like the only way she knows how to love is by having a mutual person to hate. She causes a lot of strife during duties. Making other villagers feel the need to single individuals out for simple things. It is like she does all this to gain control over others. It is the way she thinks of love. Granted she has created herself quite the posey. She brings the worst out of her friends.
People that were once decent to get along with are now bullies filled with hate to maintain a false sense of love. Love is unpredictable, but creating a false controllable image of love is not the real thing. She really knows how to prey on people’s insecurities. She wants us to feel the pain of how she felt when everything was taken from her. Because of what happened to her she thinks of relationships as either predator or prey. All of her friends, enemies and most of all herself are her prey. Some just don’t know it.
