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Dear Anette,

There are many things I want to say to you. However, it is a possibility that I will not survive this journey. It is for this reason I write this letter.

I hated you...at first. Atreiocuh's death made my soul simmer in anger, so much so that it dulled the pain. I sought revenge in everything, from vile magic, to pacts with devils and dark gods. None listened, thankfully, but it does speak to my state of mind at the time. I wanted you more than dead. So much more.

At least, until I bore my child. I cradled her still body in my arms for what must have been hours. I sang her that old lullaby mother would sing us when we were restless. The midwife must have thought me mad, but she was quite respectful regardless. Atreiocuh and I had not yet decided on a name before he passed. I thought naming her alone would be difficult. It was not as hard as I expected.

Piette; I like that name. It reminds me of the strong. Strong enough to stand when no others would.

I recall a proverb Father would say to me when we quarreled, especially in cases when I was being selfish.

“Let other before you in life, and find them behind you in battle.”

I had no idea what he meant at the time. It simply annoyed me, if I'm being honest. Only a few short months ago did I come to realize the wisdom in his words. I only wish I'd seen it sooner, and let a few more in front of me...

So now, I find myself with no hatred or anger left. Only crushing sorrow...and so many questions...

I attacked, yes, but not to kill. Did you wish me dead? Why would you allow such a monstrous curse to be laid on my beloved? Was I truly such a terrible sister? Did I earn this suffering somehow in your eyes?

But most of all, I want to know where you learned to kill. Because it was a lesson hard learned for me. Your eyes weren't of fear, or hate. They were empty, as if you were taking a step, or even a breath. When I left home, my sister did not kill on reflex. Not only does she, but now she does so well.

These questions are all that remain in this empty shell. I pray that you have the answers. I pray with all my heart. For if you do not, even death cannot protect you from me. I don't want to kill you, sister.

Please...I don't have much left...

Adelle Decille died twice at your hand, 'Nette; She only came back once.

A Family Confrontation (Adelle)

“Aside, child!”

In the wake of my voice, I become aware of the silence that has overtaken this small hovel. The sounds of scraping metal, leather stretching as we tighten our grips against the steel, and shifting earth beneath our feet are all that reach my ears. I shift the weight of my blade from my side, and place my sword arm over my shoulder. I feel a small burning sensation as the weight pulls all the way through through to my chest.

I expect her to step away, fearing the reach and power of my first swing. She surprises me by raising her own blade, and taking a light step forward. I cover my face with my off hand, and brush the strands of dark hair from it. Hesitance? And star's tears...fear? Absolute garbage! I let out a small scoff, looking down upon my sister.

At full height, she barely reaches my chest, and her frail frame has a poor chance against mine. She wears a peasant's idea of smithing; bits of scrap held together by hide padding and buckles. The sword she wields couldn't even be used to properly sharpen mine...

Yet still, those cool eyes piercing through the fiery waves draped across her head...give me pause...

“You throw your loyalty to this rabid hound? Over a Knight Decille? Over your elder sister!?”

“A Knight Decille would never abandon those they swore to protect...” Her tone is monotonous and firm. Fear...or determination? Maybe a little of both.

“You think yourself a knight, little sister? You belong tilling fields, not crossing blades!” A small laugh escapes my lips as I lunge forward, pulling my sword over my shoulder, it's intended target still unmoving, piercing eyes gazing into mine...

A family confrontation (Anette)

Her words struck deep. She knows how much that would get under my skin when we were growing up, so why would she greet me like that after thirteen years?

I barely recognize her. She has the same face under that helmet, but she is huge Adelle he has always been tall, but this is just scary. The silence is uneasy, with only slight movements making any sort of break from her gaze. My life up until this point has been about finding Adelle, and here she is raising her blade, preparing to strike me down in an instant. There is one side of me who wants to put down blades and catch up with my sister. However, the other side knows I could be killed at the first moment of approach. What can I do? Her sword is almost as big as I am, and she looks ready to use it. In fact she has just poised herself in preparation to strike.

She carries this sword, is outfitted in pristine armour, and she is glowing with class after so long. Yet no greeting to me...her sister, as she protects the life of somebody who has done wrong to this world many times. Is this what it means to be a Decille?

I raise my blade to my sister. I can't risk assuming she won't try to kill me. I simply can't make that mistake. She is now approaching, her eyes never looking away from mine. The hair over my eyes, sweat in my eyes and personal feelings don't exist at a time like this. Her expression changes from confidence to some form of confrontational as she began to speak, Her words meant a lot but not until I could afford emotion. Without assuring my voice, a monotonous return slipped from my lips.

“A Knight Decille would never abandon the person they vowed to protect”

Happy Birthday My Sweet

Anette Decille, my darling turns two today.  Two years ago today I came up with the exceptionally different, but still Anette character. Anette, my darling happy birthday.

Anette Decille Diary Entry 23

Entry #23

Mountains, I don't feel like talking about it at all. As a kid there was an accident... I am a warrior, a knight, a soldier though I am completely fine with admitting, mountain trails near a drop turn me back into the little kid who fell in the pitch black off a mountain trail and nearly died. That night made me love my mother and Adelle more than anything in the world. That is enough, I don't want to talk about it any more. Ganak helped me get passed the trail, he carried me as I was frozen in fear, I love him to death for it. He carried me, piggyback for the remainder of the trail until the three of us got into Straitview, a small mountain town. As we got into town my fear went away when seeing buildings I was calm enough to realize that my body weight will not collapse anything when there is a full town up here.

Anette Decille Scene 2 part 2

We got into the village and Ganak asked me if I was okay to walk on my own, if he wasn't so sincere, the question would have felt like the most insulting thing I have ever been asked. It would have hurt more if I knew I was ready in all honesty as well.


I look around and see a ton of buildings... a ton of people and just a lot of things in general on this mountain. Houses that people live in...sleep in and are safe in, this brings me to my senses and I tell Ganak than I am okay now. He puts me down and I thank him for the help, unable to hide the feelings running around in my head. “You're way too hard on yourself, Anette” he continued after a moment of being quiet. “Listen, believe it or not, I am the same way with water, anything bigger than a small river makes me freeze. I don't really know what happened in your past, and I don't want to pressure you into telling your story to me.” I began to open my mouth to talk, but was cut off one last time, “I am open about this sort of thing, ask if you wish, but I shall not pry for you.”

It took a moment to fully sink in what exactly was happening here, Ganak, a man of half Orc blood, a race known for being barbaric and little else was the most well mannered person I have met in my life, he genuinely cares even if we have known each other for such a short time. I thought to myself for a moment only to chime up, in a much better mood.

“I will tell you when we are not in a crowd, wherever we are staying, we can talk tonight” I said with the most genuine smile I have had in a long time. I have a good friend here and the man knows how to make me smile. “Glad to hear it” he replied with a similarly sized grin.

As we began walking we both saw Chris waving at us, preparing to yell, she called our names and we both began to up the pace before she got louder. We made it to Chris, and not noting the actions Ganak and I were a part of in the last twenty five minutes she simply smiled, turned to her left and said “Anette, welcome to our home for the next few days” with the largest smile I have ever seen her wear on her face. She approached the door, knocked on it and before I could really note the silence the door opened and Chris turned around. “Anette, this is my aunt” as she went for a hug.