Myra - Why Would they Come?

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"Why would they come for you?" The words echo in Myra's mind as they others leave the room. The headache from Dartina's attack makes even the darkness feel too bright as Myra closes her eyes. She knows her friends will come if they can, flashing back to earlier in the night when they unwaveringly faced her at her worst. "Best case scenario they were buried under the rubble," she flashes to Raijun, unconscious on the ground before Thueban, Sarya in the box, Hagren not on the plane, Adama with his arm in the crocs mouth. She hopes that they are safe as her mind drifts.
"Why would they come for you?" It echoes again. "He promised," Myra whispers to herself, "He promised."
Ayen pulls the blindfold off Myra. They are in a dark room, Myra placed in a chair in the middle. She's young enough to have a gap where her front teeth should be. She's smiling, swinging her legs back and forth, looking up at him wondering perhaps if this is a new version of hide-and-seek.
Ayen's face is serious. As he looks down at Myra her smile fades slightly. He kneels in front of her so they are at the same eye level before placing both hands on her shoulders. "Myra, this is very important. There are going to be people out there who want to hurt you-"
Myra grins a wide gap tooth smile, "But you won't let them right Ayen? No one gets past you."
Ayen doesn't smile, "That's right. But sometimes people don't want to hurt you, they want to hurt your parents or they just want money and it's possible that someone could get to you." Young Myra's eyebrows furrow, trying to figure out how anyone could possibly get past Ayen. She looks for a smile, some indication it's a joke but finding none just nods and looks at the floor, feeling like she's in trouble.
Ayen takes a hand an raises her chin until she's looking him in the eye again, "Myra, this is very important. If anyone ever gets you away from me and they have a weapon you go with them okay?"
He waits for a nod, "You do what they say, and you cooperate, and you do anything you have to to stay alive. Got it? You have to stay alive. I will come for you. And I will get you out."
Myra's eyebrows draw closer together, "Ayen did I do something wrong? I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did. Was it because of the stain earlier? With the shouting? I just hid cause I didn't want to get in trouble. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ayen."
Ayen squeezes her shoulders, "Promise me you'll stay alive Myra. Promise me. I will find you. I promise."
Young Myra is fully crying now, "I promise Ayen. I don't want to die. Ayen I'm scared. You're scaring me." Ayen pulls her close and hugs her tightly whispering, "I'll always find you Myra. Always."
Suddenly he's her Ayen again, with a smile he picks her up, hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Right, squeeze your eyes tight and count to twenty and if you do that I'll buy you a very large ice cream. But you have to make it all the way to twenty no peeking."
Myra's so relieved she does it without thinking, counting loudly to scare away her other thoughts. By the time she gets to twenty she can feel the warmth of the sun on her back. When she opens her eyes their already half way down the drive. Ayen picks her up again and adjusts her so she's sitting on his shoulders, "So what flavor are you going to get?"
"Strawberry. That's daddy's favorite."
"Right, but he's not coming. What flavor do you want?"
She thinks really hard for a second, "do you think they have the kind where there's cookie dough in it?"
"I'm sure we can find that." There's a noise in the room and Myra comes back into herself as Alsume and Theuban re-enter. "He promised," She whispers. But her mind conjures the things she said to Ayen earlier in the night. There's a pang of fear in her chest that that will be their last conversation. That she'll be gone before that bond could be repaired. Perhaps he won't come, her mind offers, conjuring the last look she gave him. She grinds her teeth, shooing the voice away, "He'll come. He promised."

Report Date

02 Sep 2022