Province: Phaj (Second Province)
A tall, figure dressed in a thick fur jacket and fur pants and white snow boots, also fur stood a the edge of the cliff. The harsh, cold wind was the only welcome one could get here in the second province of Savna. She stood still, back facing the wind, looking over the raging sea of temperatures cold enough to kill. The ice was breaking, it was summer here, in Phaj, though one might not agree with that. Diarre had been standing in the same position for a long time now.
"Diarre!" A voice cried out through to harsh winds, "Diarre!"
It was her younger sister, Luin. Diarre turned to face the wind which blew her fur hood off of her head, revealing the silver hair underneath. Diarre searched but could only see snow. She broke into a sprint and followed the cries from Luin. The young Albian searched for her sister's figure. Thankfully Luin had black hair otherwise it would be nearly impossible to find her. Albians ranged from having white to dark gray scaled skin. Diarre had frost white scales that blended in with the snow bound terrain.
Finally she caught sight of her little sister's small silhouette. Diarre began to slow down but Luin joined her in a sprint, face full of worry.
"It's Matha," Luin panted.
The two sisters picked up speed and headed for the city of Medna. The dashed down the roads, not caring if they knocked anyone over. This was urgent, too urgent to apologize to anyone who was in shoved out of the way. They slowed down when they arrived to the weathered shack and walked in through the back door which was really just a cloth draped over the archway. Luin slipped into the kitchen and rushed over to their Matha's room. Diarre on the other hand paused and took a deep breath. She entered the crowded room preparing for the worse.
Luin had rushed to Matha's side where Aunt Soreene stood holding a wet rag on Matha's forehead. Matha laid on her back, breathing heavily and covered in sweat and blood. Matha was still alive and some relief came to Diarre. But her pale pink lips formed a tight frown as she leaned against the wall just in front of the empty door way.
Matha was going to die. They all knew. Soreene and Diarre had been taking care of the family for the past nine months but Soreene had to leave in a few days. If Matha did die, then Diarre would have to make a deal with the landlord which most likely meant she'd have to marry one of his sons or submit herself into slavery in order to keep her siblings off the streets. It was only a matter of time now.
Sorleene glanced at Diarre and stood up then walked over to the young girl, "Come," Sorleene mumbled to Diarre and walked into the kitchen. There in the kitchen was a woven basket near the sink. Sorleene had taken the newborn for a cleaning. Sorleene paused, she said nothing but the expression on her face was enough.
Diarre walked up to see the newborn. It was a boy but instead of happiness, Diarre felt the sharp pang of sadness. The baby's skin was covered with a thick, white mucus and blood. He was basically a living pile of goo. His irises were silver but his eyes were filled with thick tears of blood. He was wheezing which was a telltale sign that he was drowning in his own goo. Diarre's only brother had a condition called Alojin which was becoming increasingly more common among the Albian Race. His condition was so severe he would only live up to two days at most.
There were only two options. To let the boy suffer a slow, painful death or to kill him right away. Diarre looked to Sorleene to see if Matha had decided on his fate. Aunt Sorleene grimaced and looked away. Matha had made her decision. Sorleene walked out of the kitchen and Diarre knew that she had to do it and not her Aunt like she hoped.
Diarre let out a heavy sigh and picked up the basket with both hands. She walked outside, pausing to look at her brother again. "Matha said if she had a son she would name him Guilm." Diarre whispered, mainly to herself. She began to slowly walk down the sidewalk, heading northwest of her home. Albians who walked by and saw the baby gave Diarre faces full of sorrow and understanding. This was not a new occurrence. Not for Albians.
Diarre passed through the Darfin part of town. To her right young, blue scaled, Darfin teens played a game called Ice Battles. When she walked by they all stopped. Some got a glimpse of Guilm's features and instantly regretted looking. Darfins would never know the horrors.
At last the young Albian reached the very cliff she had been standing on earlier. She glanced down at Guilm and a tear escaped one of her eyes which contained blood red irises. She dropped to her knees and sobbed.
"I'm so sorry, Guilm!" She cried out, "I'm so sorry." The newborn cried with her. He knew. They all knew. "Maybe it's for the best,” She sniffled, “The Albian life is no good, Guilm. Maybe Jia will let you live again as a Geld or even a Zyn.”
Please Jia, please let him live another life. Diarre prayed. With one last look at her brother, Diarre set the basket down onto the snow in front of her. She looked away and pushed with her right hand against the basket until there was nothing left to push.
Diarre knew how he would die. There was a large, sharp spike made of diamond, protruding outwards. It was positioned exactly where the basket would land. A faint sound of the basket and bones snapping was enough proof for Diarre. She buried her head into her hands and sobbed for long time.
The life of an Albian was harsh. The only other life that could be worse would be that of a Diadan, servants of the Zyn Families. Diadans often had their tongues ripped out of their mouths to keep them from spilling any secrets they know.
Oldest daughter of Seelo (father is unknown perhaps landowner).
Appearance: Long, silver hair, frost white scales, red irises, tall, athletic with long legs.
Third oldest daughter of Seelo (father is unknown).
Appearance: Medium length black hair, frost white scales, yellow irises, average height and skinny.
“Matha” is the word mother. Seelo is the mother of her 7 daughters and is very ill.
Appearance: Short, pale gray scaled woman with long, black hair in a braid, gray eyes and frail, malnourished body.
Seelo’s younger sister from Jana, the sixth province of Savna, helps care for her older sister for nine months but has to leave a week or so after the birth and death of her nephew.
Appearance: Tall, athletic, Pale cream scales, long vanilla blonde hair and yellow irises.
Youngest child of Seelo and another son born with Alojin.
Appearance: Small, feeble infant covered in white mucus and blood with silver irises and bloody tears.
Age: 0 years, 45 minutes