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She felt confined to the tunnels. Since her promotion to the chaman, she had been rather busy. Roon had decided that she would rather take her free time for fresh air. The black feline walked along the field, her breath slow as she moved. Though, she was very alert.
Something seemed...off, as Roon strolled through the open field. The breeze felt slightly chillier than it should've been, the sky suddenly seeming just a bit greyer than it was a second ago.
The fur on her back stood on end; reacting to a presence that simply wasn't there. But in the back of her mind, she suddenly remembered a story that she had been told long ago as a cadet:
that Chamans had the ability to sense the spirits themselves.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a tail covered her eyes, shrouding the Chaman in total darkness. In most cases, such a sudden act would be met with immediate fear, but before the shock could even begin to set in, a far too familiar scent hit her nose. One that she hadn't smelled in moons, and didn't think would smell ever again. The realization must've been clear in her body language, because immediately after she heard a soft chuckle come from her left; "Guess it's too late to ask, 'guess who', sis?"
“Slawn..” her voice seemed to come out breathless, her eyes glazing over in a sudden mixture of happiness and sadness. “How I’ve missed you so.” The black feline had relaxed entirely, but her sadness was unmistakable. “I wasn’t ready to lose you...”
The tail fell from her eyes, and Roon's vision was once again filled with the sights of the open field, along with a smiling tom standing just to her left. For a moment, she could scarcely recognize her brother compared to the half-delirious tom that she had watched die just a few moons ago. Slawn looked just as he did at the peak of his youth as a Mercenary; his pitch-black pelt sleek, and his green eyes bright with joy. The only difference was that she could see right through him. "I know," he admitted with a sigh, leaning forward to touch noses with Roon. "But it was my time sis; my mind wasn't my own anymore. You know that."
“The others...” her voice cracked as she felt raw emotions slamming into her like a boulder. “They... they never loved me like you did. They are so caught up in work and whatever else, that family has become nothing. They hardly visit mother and father too... you left me alone.” Roon mewed, her eyes filling with tears as she tried to keep herself composed.
His patient smile faltered briefly at that, sadness flicking in his eyes for a single moment before being replaced by solemn understanding. "You are far from alone, Roon." Slawn assured, leaning forward to wrap her in a loving embrace. "I'll tell you what I told Mars; family is not limited to just blood. The Regime as a whole is your family, and as Chaman, it is now up to you to help keep it together. Do you think it was by chance that Shule came back to you so soon after you lost me? That my daughters Diana and Venus gave birth to their first litters? I was never able to hold us together like you all thought I did...not after my mate died. But you, Roon...this is your chance to make things right."
His words made her choke on a sob, eyes spilling over with the tears that had threatened. Roon sniffled as his spirit seemed to coddle her. The black feline closed her eyes as her shoulders shook, her head dropping. “I.. I can’t do it, Slawn...” her words were a mere whisper, her shoulders slumped now in pure defeat.
Thump. Without warning, a soft force hit the side of Roon's head, startling her. A playful smirk crossed Slawn's face as he cuffed his sister upside the head, letting out a resigned huff. "Don't be such a bat-brain, sis," he chided, pulling away from the embrace to stare Roon in the eyes. "Of course you can. I know you can. Roon, this is what you've been working towards for as long as I can remember. To be completely honest with you, I really never felt like anyone important in the Regime, especially being constantly compared to Shule. You probably felt the same way, didn't you? I'm sorry I never realized sooner."
