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Self-Doubt



Eliad stepped inside the Pony before looking around. He saw a familiar figure by the fireplace before walking towards it.
 
"Surprised that you're still around," said Eliad.
 
The figure glared at the fire when she heard an all too familiar voice.
 
"Surprised you're still alive...," said the figure.
 
"We were born in the same place," said Eliad. "It wouldn't be easy to kill me."
 
"Born in the same place...," repeated the figure. "Yet we are nothing alike. Why are you here, Eliad? Should you not join your filthy friends out in the woods?"
 
"Shouldn't you be with your lackeys?" replied Eliad, glancing at the figure now.
 
"Who says they are not around?" smirked the figure, revealing to be his sister, Aduninzil. "They always are, you should know this by now."
 
"Yet I don't see them around, now do I?" asked Eliad. "Even if they were, any of you hadn't made an action yet. As for me, though, I already had been planning my own out."
 
"Good for you...," said Aduninzil. "I hope it will be something against me. Perhaps then Father will be proud of you still for showing your true colours." She looked over to him with a grin. "He'd be pleased."
 
Eliad's heart froze by those words, his mind going back to when he had fought the assassin that she had hired. The moment when he had snapped. Not wanting to show how taken aback he was, he glared over towards Aduninzil, a frown forming on his face.
 
"Don't even think that I would do that any time soon," said Eliad.
 
As much as he had wanted to believe that, he subconsciously grabbed his left arm with his right hand.
 
"You're not as good as you tell yourself...," giggled Aduninzil, rolling her eyes.
 
"Shut up," said Eliad. "You know nothing of me..."
 
"I know more than you know about yourself," shrugged Aduninzil lazily.
 
She turned and gave him a bit of a push out of the way, then left the tavern. Eliad nearly stumbled back but caught himself. He fell silent now as he glanced down.
 
"No, you don't...," muttered Eliad finally.
 
He tightened his grip on his left arm, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. In his mind, he knew where his heart was. He knew of the actions that he had planned for the feature. But in his heart, something had wondered if his sister had a point.