Elyssia the Fallen

"You must learn control" Elyssia's mother had said upon her failure to correctly form the Clone Technique. The duplicate that did form barely passed for a human and was easy to distinguish from the real girl.

"Yes mother" she intoned

She held out her hand immediately, and received a blow from the teaching cane, causing her to wince, which required another blow of course. Once begun the cycle of corrective teaching could last for hours. She willed herself to remain steady and felt great satisfaction when a third stroke did not come.

"Try again" the beautiful, but stern woman that was her mother instructed.

This time the clone was better. It hadn't been the strokes that helped, so much as the knowledge that her mother did not like hurting her. Her mother was not soft and weak as outsiders and took enjoyment from punishing others under normal circumstances but to have to punish her firstborn daughter, of her flesh and now heir apparent to her personal achievements brought her suffering. Each time, she had to correct her daughter was shameful. Even between just the two of them.

She regarded the clone and the girl, attempting to discern which was which before walking to the clone.

"How did you know?" the clone asked holding out her hand for the stroke

"You had a smug satisfied look on your face.." she trailed off as the cane dissolved the clone.

Now Elyssia really did have a smug look, as her mother raised an eyebrow, taking a small honeycake from her pouch to reward her student, which Elyssia consumed greedily. After the past hours training it was good to have breakfast. But the glow of surprised pride in her mother's eyes, above her cool features were at least as nourishing as the small cake..

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Elyssia's mother had very special jewllery, items passed down in her line from the time of strife, as they had always called it. Elyssia couldn't help but think of this as her eyes had wandered over them immediately before her prayers to the great spirit that had reached out to her clan, offering so much power. Enough to reach their destiny.

She hadn't been alive then, of course but she knew. It was like a genetic memory, she saw across the sea of generations to this time. Nothing before, or after. As if this one event had been seared into the memory of all the Fallen's descendants. There had been traitors of course, those whose duty it should have been to lead them to glory instead held them back.

They had all paid in full, but it had been too late. All of their technology and all of the power granted had been gone by then, the betrayal complete. Elyssia sighed, dwelling on the distant past. Remaining in supplication to the being that tradition said would return to guide them one day to dominion over all the world, all the worlds.. it had said.

Her thoughts turned to the Jewllery, items created to focus Chakra, they had been passed down only to worthy daughters. The fallen had dispersed and changed, each family going it's own way. The main branch of descent from the woman she remembered as her ancestor was always the one that acquired these items.. and she intended to do it.

I love you mother, but one day I may take those from your corpse.. she reflected

It did not always have to be so, but her mother was proud one, and would likely prefer death to simply accepting she was bested, and remaining to guide and help her daughter. That filled Elyssia with a profound joy and pride in her own lineage, there was greater honour in that.. and yet she would rather not lose her mother. She was strong.. she would help!

Elyssia sighed.. and held out her hand that the weak thoughts might be corrected.

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[Present Day]

Elyssia lay on the bed, which she had appropriated from the two male Nin captured alongside her. The Yamanaka seemed to be blaming her for the capture.. she had taken no role in the fight, not really recognizing anyone in the conflict besides Katriana and after remaining fresh to save her.. friend.. if necessary, the sound of that thought still made her cringe. She had a friend.

After Katriana had disappeared, 'Mai' and the other had pummeled the Yamanaka into surrender and turned attentions on her, she had been left in an awkward position, and for personal reasons and curiosity she had forfeited her defense.

The thing's we do for friends she chuckled to herself, thinking about Katrianna's hero complex. Becoming a damsel, however unlikely had seemed the perfect solution.

Now she was here and it was -boring-, a small meal of bread which hadn't even been poisoned.. or salted. Torture had consisted of being put into a restful and pleasant sleep against her will.

They don't seem to understand how to treat prisoners! she thought I'm sorely tempted to knock on this door right now and give some suggestions. she eyed the two other Shinobi and sighed. They were already quite sour with her.

Where are you Kat? she pondered, if that girl didn't show up to rescue her very soon she would.. Commit considerable unpleasant violence upon her person? Be extremely cross with her?

She snorted, turning over. The wait was killing her.

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