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[atira thormear]

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She sat in her chair and listened to Zet’morn speak, unsure as to why the Matriarch allowed him to teach the class on this evening. She disliked Zet’morn very much and thought he was very idiotic and mean. He was always causing trouble. She hated him. Despised him. Atleast, as much as a six year old could hate another person.

Mommy said all the Melgairs do is cause trouble… she thought to herself. And this was proven to be true as class continued. Lowell and his sister Dani had to be punished for their insubordination, in turn forcing the entire class to be punished.

The class carried on for hours it seemed. Atira sat and did all she could not to fall asleep. Unfortunately a small yawn left her mouth and almost instantly the Matriarch acted. In Sar she felt the pain spike hit her body, as it often did during training. ”Ow!”

”Tired?” the Matriarch asked.

”Yes, Matwiarch.” Atira responded honestly.

”Push ups! Now!”

Obediently Atira dropped to the floor and did her best to mock a push up. She tried her best to push the tears back from coming out, she could hear her mother’s voice in her head. Atira! Umbrans do not cry! You are a disgrace!

After she finished her “infinity” count of push-ups, the Matriarch allowed her to return to her seat. Her arms felt numb, her body felt tired and she felt like crying, but she knew she couldn’t, not here. The class continued.

The Matriarchs voice echoed off the class room walls, ”Lowell, your father would have killed your mother when I asked him to. That is loyalty. Loyalty to Umbra stands before love.” The other children asked if their parents, too, would kill each other if necessary. Atira begin to wonder and the she quickly raised her hand.

”Yes Atira?” The Matriarch looked to her.

”I love my Daddy, but he lives in Moonglow. Does he have to die?”

”Your father has already died twice.” She retorted, nonchalantly.

Her mind raced, her throat began to swell up. Dead? Twice! No! What does she mean? He can't be dead. Atira, not being dumb enough to persist on interrupting class, remained silent and wished for class to end. Nothing else that was said seemed to enter her mind; all she could think about was her beloved Father, her twice dead Father.

She watched the Matriarch leave and stood with the others to leave as well. She ran from the classroom all the way home, tears streaming down her face. Once reaching her house, she stood on the steps and wiped her face, inhaling and exhaling to calm herself down. If Mommy sees me like this, she will beat me! If Tay sees me cwy, he’ll tell Mommy! She reassured herself that she must enter the house as calm as she possibly could and after much time spent inhaling and exhaling, she put her tiny hands on the handle of the door and walked inside.