1. Quests

With The Clarity Of Vengeance

Ziritsa NaDoldor's life changes abruptly as she walks onto her mother, Kolaje NaDoldor of Clan Myesso dying in a pool of blood with a knife sticking out of her chest. As her mother's boyfriend, Rush McGorry tries to kill Ziritsa NaDoldor as well, she manages to use the element of surprise to flip the script. Though, not without sacrifice.

As she lays on top of her dead mother she receives a memento reminding her that she is not alone, that she still has a father, Unir NaDoldor.

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No Sorries Needed

Ziritsa NaDoldor / Little Girl

Unir NaDoldor / Father

Kolaje NaDoldor of Clan Myesso / Mother

Young woman / Lover

Queen

General / Jacob

Read with the background of https://youtu.be/NQy_Y5yqyUI.



Ziritsa NaDoldor lays among messy bedsheets and looks at the picture taped to a wall. The young girl's smile in the photo seems so nice as her mother's arms provide shelter. She closes her eyes. The warmth of her mother's skin and a subtle smell of roses. Her mother loved roses...



Dad, hurry up,

The little girl complains.

Just one nice picture baby.

Ziritsa NaDoldor sticks out her tongue and giggles. Her parents look at each other with amusement.

This one has a mind of her own. She takes after her father.

Unir NaDoldor smiles,

Just give me one.

Ziritsa abides. Click. And jumps onto her father making him fall back,

I am a monster and I'm going to eat you!

Ow yeah, let's see how that goes.

Her dad tickles her as she squeaks and laughs,

Dad, stop!

I'm sorry baby.

She stops, smiles, and hugs his neck,

I love you dad.

I love you too sweetheart. Forever and always.




You're gone again.

A pretty young woman laying in bed with sheets covering her naked body reaches out to brush Ziritsa NaDoldor's hair out of her eyes.

What?

You're in that place away from here.

No, I'm here alright, flesh and blood.

Where do you go?

Ziritsa NaDoldor shakes her head and looks away from the photo, yet her thoughts are persistent,

Nowhere. It doesn't matter.




The little girl reaches out to a pendant hanging from her dad's neck,

I like it daddy. It's pretty.

Yeah? Me too.

Where did you get it?

I got it from a dream.

You are funny daddy.

Unir NaDoldor puts his hands on Ziritsa NaDoldor's head. His palms are big and comfortable. She rubs her head in them and then buries her face in his chest.

You are my dream.

Are we dreaming now?




Ok, I won't push, space ranger.

Ziritsa NaDoldor looks back at the woman, but her eyes look past the pretty face.

Do you really have to leave today?

Yeah.

What makes you think you will find him on that planet?

I don't know. A feeling I guess.

Out of all the places in this universe, this is what you have a feeling about? That place is nothing but sand.

Ziritsa looks at her transport ticket, absentmindedly playing with the pendant hanging from her neck. "Ordool, one way."

When are you coming back?

I don't know.

For someone who doesn't know where you are going, you sure are determined.




Dad, when are you coming back?

His eyes move past her as they glisten with wetness,

I'm not sure honey. Soon, I hope.

Can you tell me a story again?

Of course sweetheart. Which one?

The one about the queen.

Ah, the one about the queen... There once was a queen, long long ago. She loved a man, but that scared her more than anything in the world.

He looks at his wife as his daughter pursues,

Why was she scared?

Kolaje NaDoldor of Clan Myesso looks at him and quickly wipes a tear that ran down her cheek.

Because you see, she was a queen, and loving this man was not something she could to do. It endangered everything in her world.

Ziritsa NaDoldor looks at her dad with incredulity,

But she's the queen!?

Sometimes your life chooses a path for you, a path that is more important than what you want. In fact, that happens more often that you would think. One's story is largely already written. We just live it.

The woman injects,

Like a dream?

The man looks back at Ziritsa NaDoldor

Like a dream.

The girl frowns, unsatisfied,

Maybe she can choose a new dream.

He reaches his hand out to his wife,

Only if she could... But, she did have a choice to make and it scared her.

What was the choice

She didn't actually understand that herself and she grew desperate.




White pillar reflect soft yellow light as a slight breeze lofts from a window. A young handsome man, with golden curly hair speaks,

My queen, the chamber is open. The tablets have been deciphered.

The tall red haired woman with green eyes looked lovingly a the man. She stops herself from grabbing his arm and pulling him closer,

So it is done Jacob?

His body instinctively moves a few inches closer to hers,

They brought the relic to your throne room, but I will have to start the device in the temple myself first.

She grabs his right hand and cups in hers,

How did we get here my love?

He covers her hands with his left,

They give us no choice. This is our destiny. Our god is real. More than the Sarkics can say for themselves.

Yet, they do believe as much as us we do in ours. If the translations are right, if everything really is as they say, do you ever wonder what, if any of this really matters? These relics, they were once of people better than us and look at where they are. In the ground. Do you think they regretted their choices? Will we ours?

You have always cared to do right by your people. That's what made you a good queen.

Made?

She half smiles, as he grows silent regretting his choice of words.

Your words betray you. Perhaps you are not as sure as you play it out to be.

I just mean... I mean you have a legacy and no matter where fate takes us, it stands.

Legacy...

She stares out the window,

...that too fades my love. What if the translations are wrong? What if this weapon ends us as well as the ones we hate so much? We know so little, yet play such a serious game.

He looks into her eyes. His desire ready to burst out of his chest,

We have but one hand left to play. The whole kingdom is ready. We have no choice.

She looks into his. Her eyes glisten, ever so slightly,

There is always a choice, even if we don't know it.

Yet, if you listen to the scholars, they would tell you that we have already made it.

And so this brings me to my question... Does any of this really matter?

This is everything, my queen. You must trust me. It is the only thing that matters.

He leans in to kiss her. Her lips press agains his. For a moment, time stands still.




I have to go.

Ziritsa NaDoldor starts to hurriedly put on her clothes.

You are just like him you know.

How so?

At heart, you are a romantic. Always dreaming. What was that poem you told me? The one from your dad?

[ Read in the voice of the queen: ]

How bold were the men who looked upon thee 
and said 'morrow we shall be the ones who see, 
'morrow we shall be the ones who burn 
with the yearning of the sun, 
we shall burn upon our foes 
and we will never let you go!

Ziritsa NaDoldor leans down and gives the young woman a kiss,

I will see you again Corrie.



Outro: Suspirium