"Cliodhna! Get away from there at once!" A harsh voice suddenly calls out, snapping the little girl out of her horror stricken trance. Jumping, she backs quickly away with a meek nod. "Yes father..." She mumbles, her gaze refusing to meet his. She knows. She overheard him talking more than once at night, saw him leave the house in a shroud to hide his face from those on the street. He can't have been the only one, but he was one. One that let the information needed to infiltrate fall from their lips, one that pointed out locations and listed names, one that handed over maps and charts. All in exchange for that single light in their house to show the flag in the window. The symbol for those that were "useful" and ensure the safty of those that sold Ala Mhigo to the Empire.
Days had passed, as Garleans roamed their newly acquired city it wasn't safe for Cliodhna to be out in the streets unless accompanied by her father. The events causing a rift between her parents, her mother shutting herself up in one of the spare bedrooms of their large house and refusing to open the door or even answer in some cases. Had Cliodhna not gotten the rare chance to still train with her mother in the yard; she would have feared the worst.
"NO! You need to punch past the target Clio, " Ingrid Swiftstrike chided her daughter. "Feel your chakra and use it, rely on it, it's your most powerful ally when fighting."
Giving a short nod, Cliodhna closed her eyes and summoned her chi. She could feel it swirling around her, giving her strength she needed, felt the warm glow as it gathered into her fist. Snapping her eyes open; she punched hard at the wooden board her mother held and cracked it. Grinning eagerly for praise she cast her green eyes up to her mother's blue one. "That was an improvement...But you need to work harder at -" Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed Cliodhna yanking her back as three Garlean soldiers burst from the trees and surrounded Ingrid.
Wasting no time, Ingrid rounded on the nearest Garlean while shouting for her daughter to run. To Cliodhna's still untrained eyes; her mother's movements were a blur of fury and power as she moved but it wasn't enough. As Ingrid fought; her attention was split with the overwhelming desire to protect her daughter that was still firmly held though she struggled.
"NEWLYN!" She shouted, fully restrained and bleeding from a cut on her forearm. Ingrid's eyes widened in horror as her husband walked from the house, Garlean soldier on either side of him.
"Ingrid. You didn't. Tell me you didn't." Cliodhna's father replied, his voice flat.
Worriedly Clio's gaze darted between her parents. She knew her mother was unhappy with the presence of the Imperials as her father called them but she had no idea what it was he was asking now.
Glaring at Newlyn, her mother spat at the dirt in front of his feet and struggling against the ones holding her. "You weak bastard. If it weren't bad enough you sold yourself to them like a cheap whore. You've no right to call yourself Highlander!"
Brushing off her comments, Newlyn stared at his wife. "Answer the question, Ingrid."
He was met with only another spit in his direction, her hatred seething. The Garlean on Newlyn's left spoke up. "Ingrid Swiftstrike, you are charged with giving aid to the Ala Megian resistance! An opposing front of the glorious Garlamond imperial's forces and thus shall be eradicated!"
Going slack to let herself be restrained, Ingrid stared at her husband, eyes blank. "You've murdered us all." Were her last words before being dragged off.
Cliodhna jerked awake, tears streaming down her face as she clutched he sheets tightly. Wildly she looked around the dorm style room she had been placed in. Her mother had been killed shortly after being taken and Cliodhna had been whisked away only a few days after that one.
Lying back down, the small girl curled into a ball and covered herself under the red blanket. Everything was red and black, it made her stomach turn but it was all she had to use as shelter from her memories.
Days had passed, as Garleans roamed their newly acquired city it wasn't safe for Cliodhna to be out in the streets unless accompanied by her father. The events causing a rift between her parents, her mother shutting herself up in one of the spare bedrooms of their large house and refusing to open the door or even answer in some cases. Had Cliodhna not gotten the rare chance to still train with her mother in the yard; she would have feared the worst.
"NO! You need to punch past the target Clio, " Ingrid Swiftstrike chided her daughter. "Feel your chakra and use it, rely on it, it's your most powerful ally when fighting."
Giving a short nod, Cliodhna closed her eyes and summoned her chi. She could feel it swirling around her, giving her strength she needed, felt the warm glow as it gathered into her fist. Snapping her eyes open; she punched hard at the wooden board her mother held and cracked it. Grinning eagerly for praise she cast her green eyes up to her mother's blue one. "That was an improvement...But you need to work harder at -" Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed Cliodhna yanking her back as three Garlean soldiers burst from the trees and surrounded Ingrid.
Wasting no time, Ingrid rounded on the nearest Garlean while shouting for her daughter to run. To Cliodhna's still untrained eyes; her mother's movements were a blur of fury and power as she moved but it wasn't enough. As Ingrid fought; her attention was split with the overwhelming desire to protect her daughter that was still firmly held though she struggled.
"NEWLYN!" She shouted, fully restrained and bleeding from a cut on her forearm. Ingrid's eyes widened in horror as her husband walked from the house, Garlean soldier on either side of him.
"Ingrid. You didn't. Tell me you didn't." Cliodhna's father replied, his voice flat.
Worriedly Clio's gaze darted between her parents. She knew her mother was unhappy with the presence of the Imperials as her father called them but she had no idea what it was he was asking now.
Glaring at Newlyn, her mother spat at the dirt in front of his feet and struggling against the ones holding her. "You weak bastard. If it weren't bad enough you sold yourself to them like a cheap whore. You've no right to call yourself Highlander!"
Brushing off her comments, Newlyn stared at his wife. "Answer the question, Ingrid."
He was met with only another spit in his direction, her hatred seething. The Garlean on Newlyn's left spoke up. "Ingrid Swiftstrike, you are charged with giving aid to the Ala Megian resistance! An opposing front of the glorious Garlamond imperial's forces and thus shall be eradicated!"
Going slack to let herself be restrained, Ingrid stared at her husband, eyes blank. "You've murdered us all." Were her last words before being dragged off.
Cliodhna jerked awake, tears streaming down her face as she clutched he sheets tightly. Wildly she looked around the dorm style room she had been placed in. Her mother had been killed shortly after being taken and Cliodhna had been whisked away only a few days after that one.
Lying back down, the small girl curled into a ball and covered herself under the red blanket. Everything was red and black, it made her stomach turn but it was all she had to use as shelter from her memories.
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