The Eternal Queen
Imerria
Too long. Feena had been away from home too long. She was sick. She was tired. She was starting to think retirement was her only option now. She could afford it. She could retire from the Confederacy. She could go back. She could stay here in her little castle on Imerria with her children and husband. They could all have a life. It would be a quiet life, but they would be together, at least.
Feena was not old. She was only turning thirty. But she felt like she had already done everything, like she was just waiting to die now. But it never came, no matter how sick she got. It was like she had said no to death so many times, that now he just said 'why bother' and moved on. Most of the time she was glad for it. She was useful to her 'family' at the Confederacy. She was good at what she did. But now, she seemed to spend most of her days healing the same soldiers. They all started to have the same face. It was becoming just like her days with the Republic. When she would heal their soldiers, just so they could run off and get themselves killed.
Pointless. All of it.
There were days when she fantasized about going off to a world, somewhere that only those she truly wanted to find her would know of. She would open a Sanctuary. She would take care of people. She would heal. She would teach. She could love unconditionally, and not fear that those she out her very soul into healing would just die the next day. She could spend her time helping those that truly wished to live.
And her children. She could teach them, just like a Mother should. They could become healers like her. They could live in peace.
Feena cradled her youngest daughter in her arms. She was a few months old already, but Feena had only held her in her arms about a half-dozen times. After her birth, there had been no time to bond. She handed her off. Left her behind. She left them all behind. Why?
The child squirmed, uncomfortable with this strange woman holding her. Well, how could Feena expect her daughter to know who she was? With a sigh, Feena passed her off to the Droid whom she affectionately just called 'K'. The child seemed more comfortable in those metal arms than her own. The woman swallowed her pride, and without a word, moved from the bed room to the grand hall.
She was just killing time now. They would arrive soon. She had not spoken to them since...
Since before all of this. She could still remember some of them. Never good memories. All of them, so proud, so full of themselves. She... had hated them. Now, she just wanted to know who they were, if the memory of a five year old girl was accurate.
This would be one interesting family reunion.
Too long. Feena had been away from home too long. She was sick. She was tired. She was starting to think retirement was her only option now. She could afford it. She could retire from the Confederacy. She could go back. She could stay here in her little castle on Imerria with her children and husband. They could all have a life. It would be a quiet life, but they would be together, at least.
Feena was not old. She was only turning thirty. But she felt like she had already done everything, like she was just waiting to die now. But it never came, no matter how sick she got. It was like she had said no to death so many times, that now he just said 'why bother' and moved on. Most of the time she was glad for it. She was useful to her 'family' at the Confederacy. She was good at what she did. But now, she seemed to spend most of her days healing the same soldiers. They all started to have the same face. It was becoming just like her days with the Republic. When she would heal their soldiers, just so they could run off and get themselves killed.
Pointless. All of it.
There were days when she fantasized about going off to a world, somewhere that only those she truly wanted to find her would know of. She would open a Sanctuary. She would take care of people. She would heal. She would teach. She could love unconditionally, and not fear that those she out her very soul into healing would just die the next day. She could spend her time helping those that truly wished to live.
And her children. She could teach them, just like a Mother should. They could become healers like her. They could live in peace.
Feena cradled her youngest daughter in her arms. She was a few months old already, but Feena had only held her in her arms about a half-dozen times. After her birth, there had been no time to bond. She handed her off. Left her behind. She left them all behind. Why?
The child squirmed, uncomfortable with this strange woman holding her. Well, how could Feena expect her daughter to know who she was? With a sigh, Feena passed her off to the Droid whom she affectionately just called 'K'. The child seemed more comfortable in those metal arms than her own. The woman swallowed her pride, and without a word, moved from the bed room to the grand hall.
She was just killing time now. They would arrive soon. She had not spoken to them since...
Since before all of this. She could still remember some of them. Never good memories. All of them, so proud, so full of themselves. She... had hated them. Now, she just wanted to know who they were, if the memory of a five year old girl was accurate.
This would be one interesting family reunion.