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Writing prompt : Two of your characters get locked in a area . Stuff is revealed but not by the one that is expected to have baggage. No by the happy go lucky nothing phases them character. They have baggage and it gets revealed to the other character . They can be of any relationship to each other.

Back to more recently used characters for this one.

WARNING! I'm not sure how to tag this, I hope I did it right, but there are mentions of mass murder here. Straight up genocide. Also, not so implied child death.

"Through here!" Ta'eel shouted as we ran. I pivoted to run through the heavy metal door that she was holding open. She let it close behind us and we ran for what felt like an eternity. when a light opened up at the end of the... cave? hallway? Where exactly were we? She stopped suddenly and I nearly ran into her. She sat down against the wall and looked up at me.

"Sorry man." She said, smiling at me. I collapsed on the opposite wall, trying to slow my heart.

"You had better start talking Ta'eel. You and your weird knowledge of shit nearly got us killed. How on Elat did your sunshiny ass learn Kinanan? It is a forbidden language." She looked at me and for the first time, something I said melted the smile from her face. She wouldn't meet my eyes and that was almost scarier than running for my life from angry assassins.

"You owe me a explanation." I said. She nodded and sighed, looking out toward the end of the tunnel.

"You're right. I do. But I don't think my answer is going to be to your satisfaction. I..." I didn't interrupt her silence this time. Something felt off about the way she was talking. Perhaps it was the place we were in that was distorting the sound somehow.

"I'm not who you think I am. I'm kind of not twenty-six years old. I've been to far more places than I've let on and I'm not... I'm not Tashikan." I actually laughed at that. There was no humor to the sound, in fact it was harsher than I meant it to be, but I didn't care.

"Ta'eel stop playing games. Just tell me how the oblivion you learned-"

"If you're going to ask questions, be prepared to not expect the answers." That's what was wrong. Her accent was gone. I studied her more closely. She sure looked Tashikan.

"You asked - while we were running - how I knew where to go. It's because I've been here before. That," she gestured down the tunnel "is where I spent a large chunk of my early childhood." I couldn't make out anything at the end, but I had started to notice a faint smell that made me wrinkle my nose.

"What's down there?" I asked. She made a small noise and stood up.

"Well. You can see for yourself if you want." I followed her farther down the tunnel and I nearly lost control of breakfast at the sight. Below me - for the tunnel's abrupt end was about ten feet off the ground - was a mass of bodies. Nothing moved, but the smell was stronger now. I staggered back.

"Ta'eel, what in oblivion is this?!" I yelled. I turned to see that she hadn't followed me to the edge. She stood behind me a little way, staring out at the light like a terrified child.

"When they found me at two years old. When they found my parents. They accused them of treason. They were both Tashikan, so I don't know how they knew I wasn't. Matanalans aren't bound to the land like the other races are, they're bound to Mother Matanal herself, so we look like an amalgamation of our parents, which is why we're often so easy to spot. A mix of two races stands out quite a lot when that shouldn't be possible. They threw us down here to die with the rest of the Matanalans and their parents who broke the law." Her words were quiet and distant, like she hated to relive it.

"My mom prayed to Mother Matanal. Please. Let her die neither by natural cause, nor mortal hand she said. And it was granted. I grew up here... more or less. When I finally got out, through this tunnel, I promised myself I would never return. But uh... here I am, I guess." I stared at her. Sure, I'd been through a lot in my childhood, but this?

"How are you still sane?" I asked. She laughed bitterly.

"I don't really have a choice. If I go insane... well... I had plenty of time to stop my mind from exploding. Because of her 'blessing', I can't enter Livonas or Rikolas, or any of the other realms to stop my mind from shattering completely." Livonas? Rikolas was the realm of terror but what was the other one? She must have seen my confusion

"The realm of madness. You would call it Oblivion, but back in the day, was called it Livonas."

"Back in the day?" She nodded.

"I did say I wasn't exactly 26 years old, didn't I?" She put a hand up.

"No more questions, please. I have to maintain some of my mystery, don't I?" She asked, a smile creeping across her face.

"Ta'eel, how are you smiling right now? You just told me the most horrific story ever." She shrugged.

"You learn to deal with it somehow. We should get back to the others, and Talyn? If you breathe a word of this, there are horrors in this world that you can't even begin to comprehend and I will make you see them, do you understand me?" I nodded, taking her completely seriously despite the fact that I was almost a whole foot taller than her. She turned down the dark tunnel and I followed, mind still reeling at what she'd told me. So many things weren't explained still. But I had my secrets, and I knew better than anyone that sometimes a secret should remain unspoken.

one of the Kentucky tornadoes traveled on the ground 227 miles, supposedly the longest any tornado on record has in the U.S. The death toll in the state is expected to exceed 100

I've been reading about the candle factory collapse and it's just nightmarish.

Why were there workers in the building at all? seriously I barely slept friday night because there were so many tornado warnings going off. The safety measures taken don't seem sufficient

Divine Retribution

The word of the week is BEAT for the six-sentence challenge by Girlontheedge. Today we follow the continuing story of Lottie, who has stopped trying to repent for her sins. This is going to go as dark as you may think, and I suggest you read the tags if you have triggers because they abound in this one. It works as a standalone, but you might want to go back to the beginning of Lottie’s story if…

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