[ Where the days were once counted by her, they are now blurred together. Nothing. All Inancha knows of is a life in which she is to lead by her own example, by the faith the Collective has put in her. Over time, her magic has become stronger... Her skills in archery more precise, and her thirst for blood unquenchable. It is in the multiple demands and sacrifices that what little doubt and gentleness that remained of her Raen roots has fallen into what seems like a bottomless abyss. By the hands of both Raih and Jebei, her skin has become thicker, her heart colder. What remains of the Inancha that was is unknown, and she is left to be a guiltless, almost selfish being. ]
[ Ah, but it was under the guise of acceptance and a desire of being wanted that had led her down this part of the road. Where she finds pride in having gained enough trust and faith from both Raih and Jebei that she is valued as a strong asset to the Collective. What appears as value is disguised by a blatant utilization of Inancha as nothing more than a weapon. And that is how she has been treated as of late. But that is not what she believes. ]
[ When she is given her final orders before maintaining a rank in Jebei's favor, it is still not made clear. It is her final test, the last part of her to break, the only part of her that has held her back. ]
[ Another life. This time, Khara. And it is to be proven by the delivery of her head. The reasons given to Inancha were simple: she could not be broken, meaning she could not be trusted. Not being broken meant abandonment. Not being broken meant the loss of everything. It is a shame it came to this, but Inancha took her orders without blinking. ]
[ The summoning of her was simple, something Jebei and Raih had assisted in putting together. A letter, words carefully formed to represent the Inancha that was. A short, yet desperate-sounding request to see her and repair the distance that had formed between them. Words that Raih and Jebei create themselves and instruct Inancha to write with her own hand. The arrangement was to meet at Central Shroud, within the forest in the west. Alone. ]
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[ Ah, but it was under the guise of acceptance and a desire of being wanted that had led her down this part of the road. Where she finds pride in having gained enough trust and faith from both Raih and Jebei that she is valued as a strong asset to the Collective. What appears as value is disguised by a blatant utilization of Inancha as nothing more than a weapon. And that is how she has been treated as of late. But that is not what she believes. ]
[ When she is given her final orders before maintaining a rank in Jebei's favor, it is still not made clear. It is her final test, the last part of her to break, the only part of her that has held her back. ]
[ Another life. This time, Khara. And it is to be proven by the delivery of her head. The reasons given to Inancha were simple: she could not be broken, meaning she could not be trusted. Not being broken meant abandonment. Not being broken meant the loss of everything. It is a shame it came to this, but Inancha took her orders without blinking. ]
[ The summoning of her was simple, something Jebei and Raih had assisted in putting together. A letter, words carefully formed to represent the Inancha that was. A short, yet desperate-sounding request to see her and repair the distance that had formed between them. Words that Raih and Jebei create themselves and instruct Inancha to write with her own hand. The arrangement was to meet at Central Shroud, within the forest in the west. Alone. ]