Coerced Memories
Novice Brileia Narelleva, Written by Katie
Posted on Sun, Aug 22, 2010 02:18 am
Brileia gazed at the male Novice’s expressionless face for a moment before shrugging lightly, idly tucking an errant curl behind her ear. “I don’t know how to explain it. It was just strange. I've seen others look at me like that before. I was just curious to know what it meant.” Bluish-green eyes narrowed slightly as he gave her a vague answer, looking a bit surprised for some reason.
"You'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure…"
"Oh…all right…" She didn't have much choice there, but to accept that answer and move on. Small fingers idly plucked at her skirts before she asked her next question, albeit much quieter this time to make certain that only he could hear her. "Why did you kiss me earlier? Before you knew who I was?"
A delicate brow arched slightly as the petite Novice caught sight of Sadrok appearing a bit shamefaced before he answered her in a more subdued tone of voice. "To shut you up actually…."
To shut her up? Had he actually just said that? Well, it was obvious to her that he had indeed said such a thing. After all, there was nothing wrong with her hearing. Just as Brileia was beginning to think that there was a courteous person behind the supercilious façade Sadrok portrayed, he just had to open his mouth and prove her wrong. Breathing deeply, the young Novice closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten, even as her hands curled into fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. Just as she had managed to gain some semblance of calmness, Sadrok spoke again, only fuelling her fury that much more. "If you'd kept on like that, you would have gotten us both in trouble.. Not that I didn't enjoy it, too.."
Slowly the young girl opened her eyes and pinned Sadrok with the most vicious glare that she could manage. He truly didn’t know how lucky he was that the Mistress of Novices had confiscated all of her weapons when she had come to the Tower. Literally vibrating with rage, she lifted a hand without thought to slap his handsome face. But unfortunately (in her opinion), he managed to catch her wrist before her hand could connect with his cheek.
Her slender wrist caught in his firm grasp, Brileia hissed angrily, annoyed beyond belief at the smug expression on his face. “Oooo….I can’t bloody believe this! You…you kissed me… just to shut me up! You stole my first kiss, you arrogant jerk!”
Deciding that she could no longer stay in his presence regardless of the order he had been given by the Yellow Aes Sedai from the infirmary, the petite Novice deliberately twisted her wrist in his grasp and managed to free herself a fraction of a second before he realized what she was doing. Muttering furiously under her breath, she rose to her feet and began to walk away from him, ignoring the ache in her ankle. She didn’t care if he got in any trouble. In fact, she decided that she wouldn’t even care if he stripped to his small-clothes and danced the sa’sara for the Amyrlin herself.
Of course, that particular thought brought mental images that she really didn’t want, and yet, she found them absolutely hilarious. A giggle escaped her as she imagined what the Amyrlin’s face would look like if presented with such a sight. Caught up in her thoughts, she slipped just as her foot came down upon the path, drawing a startled gasp from her. Just as suddenly as she had tripped, the waif-like girl found herself held in place by invisible bonds. Teal-colored eyes widened in astonishment as she struggled futilely in whatever was keeping her on her feet. “What in the Light?”
It was then that Brileia recalled that Sadrok was not only a male Novice, but had also been in the Tower much longer than she had. And it occurred to her that the reason she couldn’t move was most likely due to that infuriating man as well. Fury surged within her at the thought that he would even dare to do that, especially after what he had said to her. Perhaps another would be frightened of a male channeler handling her in such a way; but Brileia didn’t even consider the fact that he could do more than just trap her in one place.
Just as quickly as she had been caught, so was she released from the invisible bonds once both feet were firmly on the ground. White skirts swirled as Brileia spun around on her good foot with every intention of letting the man know exactly what she thought of him and his actions. But the words died on her lips as she caught sight of him. Sadrok was just standing there with this stunned look on his face, his eyes holding a hint of sadness.
“The last time I did something like that.. No, never mind. You obviously wouldn’t care.” That sad look in his eyes grew in intensity for a moment as he’d started to speak, and then when he’d paused as he changed his mind, his voice suddenly became cold.
Silky, black curls spilled over her shoulder as the young Novice tilted her head slightly, regarding him intently for a long moment. Her soft voice was calm and emotionless as she spoke only loud enough for him to hear, “You have no idea whether I would care or not, Sadrok. You really don’t know me any more than I know you. And let’s be honest…if not for the Aes Sedai instructing you to watch over me, you wouldn’t even-”
“You know remarkably little, girl.” He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. Both his voice and the flat, almost lifeless look in his eyes sent chills down her spine. He stalked off a few paces, his side turned toward her as he collected himself. “It’s none of your business anyway. As for kissing you, I’m not going to apologize for doing something I enjoyed, girl. And from the look on your face earlier, so did you.”
Brileia may have been angry with his reasoning behind stealing a kiss from her, as any other woman would have been in the same circumstances; but she had never been the type of person to sit back and watch someone in obvious distress when she could make an attempt to do something about it. The look in his eyes had taken her by surprise, and she wasn’t going to let his last comment keep her from at least making an attempt to help him. Slender hips swayed gracefully as she carefully approached him, making certain that he would be able to see her at least in his peripheral vision.
A small hand lifted as if to touch his arm sympathetically; however, she lowered her hand, not certain if that would even help. “I have never claimed to know anything, Sadrok, other than my own thoughts and feelings. However…something I’ve said or done has obviously triggered some memories that you are having a hard time dealing with. And for that, I am sorry. I would never want to cause someone emotional pain. If you want to talk about it, then I’ll listen. And if you don’t…well, I can’t make you do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“We were on patrol on the Caemlyn road, a few hours north of Far Madding. Captain Caeyl, Tadred, Maern, Jaer and myself. We were set upon almost within sight of the city – the Captain and I were the only ones to make it back. Using the Power, I killed a man that day.” He delivered this knowledge in a flat monotone voice devoid of any feeling, and he didn’t even look at her as he spoke.
Bluish-green eyes filled with sympathy and compassion as she listened to him quietly, her gaze never leaving his face. This time when she reached out, she actually touched his arm gently – the touch meant to be reassuring. “Well…I can’t claim to know exactly how that feels, and I know that you haven’t told me everything. But…I will say this, from hearing what you have shared, I do think that you had no choice but to take a life. You were in a life or death situation, and did what you had to do to survive. Feeling such remorse…it simply means that you are a better person than you seem to believe.”
“You still don’t understand. I disarmed the man with the Power, Fire and Air to tear the sword from his hand.I held him in place with Air as I ran him through with my sword.” Held him in place just as he’d had her a moment ago, he was implying. He still didn’t turn to look at her though.
“Stopping you from twisting your ankle.. again… just reminded me of the friends I had lost. I would have had to kill more if there had been any left by then, Captain Caeyl had taken care of the others.”
A frown curved her lips as the slender girl stared up at him pensively. It was like he was trying to prove to her that he was a bad person…as if he was trying to warn her away from him by making her think he was dangerous. But truthfully she was not afraid of him, not even with his claim that he would have continued to kill after the first man. Somehow she had the feeling that he would not listen to a word she said at the moment; he was simply too closed off from his emotions and that couldn‘t possibly be healthy for him. Teeth dug into her bottom lip before she impulsively took a step closer to stand in front of him. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she grasped his face in both hands and pressed her lips against his in a firm kiss, hoping that it might draw him out of his shell and get him to truly listen to her.
When she was certain that he was finally paying attention to her, she stared directly into his eyes and spoke in a stern, yet soft tone. “Sadrok…you were in an ambush. If there had been more, you would have had no choice but to fight to survive. What you did that day…was to survive. Do you really think that any of your fellow guards and friends would have wanted to lay down and let evil people kill you? They would have wanted you to live…remember and honor them, yes…but blame yourself for things beyond your control, no.” And when she thought about what she had just said, Brileia blinked in surprise, realizing that in some ways her own words applied to herself as well. Letting her hands fall from his face, she drew away from him, taking a few step back to give him some space.
A soft sigh escaped Brileia as she stood there, quietly contemplating the words that she uttered in an attempt to help the only person she’d actually spent more than five minutes in the presence of since the day she had come to the Tower. She didn’t know if what she had to say would truly help him in some way; but she meant well. For some strange reason, Sadrok reminded her a great deal of her oldest brother Uriel. It wasn’t in looks nor was it in attitude that they were similar, at least as far as she could tell. She felt compelled to help him as best she could. Uriel may have been lost to her forever, caught within death’s cold grip while patrolling in the Blight; but Sadrok was still alive…and in helping him, she would be honoring her brother as well. It was the least that she could do…for now, being young and untrained. But when the time came, Brileia had every intention of avenging her lost brother.
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