Editing Nobledark Imperium Writing (section)

== Omega Girl ==

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''"Eldar, like others sapients, pass from a vital period between the unconcerned childhood and the responsibilities of the adult age. During our teen years, we must cope with changes, biological, psychological and spiritual, that wreak havoc on all levels of our lives. Until this point, there are not many differences from others species with similar vital rhythms. But... Those differences create an abyss that other beings can´t understand. Eldars teens must cope with two maddening factors that define our society. The first is that our minds were groomed be the Old Ones to enjoy the thrill of battle, to soar over its chaos unscattered to their horrors and to process millions of factors in an instant... This great gift, is our greatest weakness, as we just can´t simply wind down. Emotions, urges, passion, instinct, pain, regret... An Eldar feels them with the same intensity and can become lost, a prisoner in his own mind. And here comes the second factor to our curse... "She Who Thirsts" that accursed false-god who claim entitlement to our souls. That being born of our own sins and hubris is always in the periphery of our lives. Mother Isha and the soul stones give us some measure of protection against that unnatural hunger but are nearly not enough. We in the craftworlds must restrict our own minds and emotions to have a chance of survival. That is the reason for the rigidity of our society and the Path System... Is so hard to understand that a young mind can feel overwhelmed, trapped between its urges and needs?. We try again and again to make it easy for the younger generation... but not always succeded. Sometimes we fail and a young mind is lost."''<br>
---From The Living Chronicles of Féin-Cineálan. As written by Osurad---
 
The Council Chamber was closed to procedures, only Osurad, Farseer of the Féin-Cineálan Enclave and Lynn Minwen, up-an-coming Musician are present. It was easy to differentiate them, he in his formal clothes, regal and not showering emotions and she... Being she, pacing wall to wall, nervous and altered.
 
"You can´t do this to me!"
"Interesting. Lynn, I don´t feel that the time has transformed enough to accept that perspective of my reality."
"Cut that Farseer crap! You can´t force me"
"Hmm... Your vulgarization of the High Tongue is appalling. I think that less time loss in human-derived holofilms and more in your studies must be enforced."
"..."
"Well, it seems you are learning. One of the things I want you to understand is that it wasn´t me who decided in this course of action. The council AND your parents were consulted, and after a long deliberation, it was decided that you need discipline and a somewhat more broad education. It seems that we can´t give you that, so... the Imperial Guard will open his arms to a new recruit."
"But... But I don´t want to! I must change Path and... and the Governor has invited me to a party! Half the nobility will be there to hear me!"
"I´m sure you can continue practicing your Moonlyre skills as a hobby. And the Nobility can understand your little tenure in the Guardians."
"That... That is... This is... a witch's hunt! I´m not The..."

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There was a little change in the stance of Osurad. Just a change of weight and balance. For a human it was barely perceptible and inconsequent, but for an Eldar? It was the same as he shouts in rage. She stops in her pacing and shut up, quickly putting the hands over her mouth on instinctive fear. He walks slowly to the young Eldar, towering over her, and obviously displeased.
 
"Lynn Mynwen, don´t dare mention that title in our conversation! You talk about The Fall without respect! You talk about our lack of integration with the humans without knowledge! That end now! This is not about some childish prank! You, my child, has let a group of strangers roam through the security of this Enclave!"
"But, they are the Inquisition! They are the good guys!"
"The good guys!? You believe that I'm going to swallow that excuse! You know nothing about the Inquisition! I foresee their arrival and informed The Council! Whether you want it or not, the security protocols stand for a reason! Sigh... The sad part is that you don´t help them for a service to the community. You do it only to have some "Fun""
 
Lynn stood there, silent, adverting the Farseer gaze. Then slowly turn back and begin to left the room. As she crosses the door, half-crystallized tears begin to fall her cheeks. Her mind was in turmoil, racing through the scene again and again, and during a moment the mind barriers constructed during thirty years weakened, letting her hear the howling of Slaanesh. She barely registered the embrace of her parents and their words of comfort as they slowly guide Lynn towards their home.
 
Sometime later, she recovered from her grieving trance in her home, sorrounded by her parents arms. Slowly, to no break their own meditations, Lynn disengaged the mess of members and left. She needed to talk to somebody that doesn´t judge her, that listen to her, to a friend. And she can seek it in the form of Caellatyra, the only other girl of her age, currently serving her novitiate in the Isha's temple. As she cross the temple doors, a little kid runs to her legs and grab them. Fortunately, the All-Mother has given her people the reflexes to prevent the two to collapse in a heap. Giggling, the pair begins to play, trying desperately to exceed one another in the tickle fight. All this end when the little kid is raised to the heavens as Caellatyra take charge of her rambunctious ward.
 
"No... Let go! Want Ly!"
"Shh... Kaenel you are going to awake the other kids."
 
Half smiling, half sniffling the kid let the young priestess take him to the creche. As they walk the temple´s hall, Lynn reflected about being a priestess. For some time she(Like all girls) toyed with the idea of join Caellatyra, but in the end, she choose to not. The problem was, that she did not see herself popping child after child in existence. Her friend on the contrary, not only wanted a family, is that she has been blessed be Isha with the sort of body that humans dig. Finally, the trio reaches the creche and tuck the little Kaenel. After some moments the kid falls asleep and the young women begin to talk.
 
"Well Lynn, in the end, what is gonna be your punishment"
"Hm... They are going to exile me and erase my name from the Chronicles."
"Lynn don´t joke about that."
"I am only half-joking. They are going to send me to the Imperial Guard."
"Hm... And the problem is?"
"What!? I am a political exile! They fear my ideas!"
"Lynn can´t you take it seriously?."
"Ok, ok, but you must do the same!"
 
Caellatyra stands there a moment, looking to the sleeping children. Then walk to the altar and slowly pass her hands over a series of whraithbone effigies, as she offers a prayer for the lost lives, green flames illuminate the psyco-reactive material.
 
"Why do you think the IG is so bad?"
"Ugh... Is not that I think bad about the service, is just... That I don´t want to be forced to go."
"The most probable outcome is that you pass the next years doing guard duty. Even without being sent now, you must eventually join the Guardians. You can always return to the Musician Path. So... What is the difference now than in twenty years? Especially that now we are in relative peace."
 
Lynn sit there observing her friend and thinking in silence. Caellatyra meanwhile was silently congratulating herself as her words have finally induced an epiphany in Lynn. Finally, she answers the question.
 
"Because I want to be different. Sigh... My parents don´t talk about their service. They lost friends and saw literally millions die. All that to let us have some sort of future. And that is important! But when they return home, after the war, they changed Path and breed like humans until fathered me. And the weirdest? They act like that part of their lives wasn´t special, mostly because they live with fear. For Slaanesh, their emotions, the future etc., Etc., Etc. When I meet those humans, it was, I don´t know who to define it. They were different... They were... Different... Hm?"
 
As her friend fall silent again, Caellatyra serene expression change to one of horror.
 
"Oh no, Lynn! No! That is a horrible idea!"
"What?! Come on, I think it resolves everything! I will left and do something for the Imperium. It will be fun and after my return, I will be a heroine! Nobody will ever question me!"
"Look, Lynn, the Inquisition is not a game!"
"Of course not, but they don´t have a dress code! Is a win-win situation!"
"Dress code? Lynn! This is serious!"
 
Caellatyra drops the wise and serene priestess visage and was grabbing Lynn by the shoulders. Her friend was again losing herself on a whim.
 
"Lynn, please! I beg you to rethink this!"
"Hm... No!"
 
Lynn disengaging from her friend grasp, and giggling, begin to dance around the chapel. A mortified Caellatyra stand there, looking with apprehension her mad friend.
 
"Lynn can you stop to do that. Sigh... I don´t like your jesting."
"Nope! This deserves a dance! I have accomplished my goal to make you lose your shit!"
"Sigh... You see too many human holos. Lynn, I´m sure that Osurad will rethink his punishment if you talk whole-hearted to him."
 
Lynn stops and looks to her friend. Suddenly she feels revitalized and smiling, hugs Caellatyra, leaving afterward for her home. But she wasn´t going to talk with Osurad, her parents or any other stuck ass grow up. Nope. She has made a decision. She was going to be a heroine and then nobody is going to tell her how to live. So... He needs a plan... Well, she is a supersoldier, what will Loriel Zig do in the same situation?...
 
Epilogue:
Osurad was trying to meditate in his chambers. The news has altered his mental focus, and the paths to the future look altered. Somehow Lynn Minwen has passed beyond the curfew and left as a stowaway in Inquisitor Hand´s ship. Her parents were griefing, half the enclave was angry to the disparagement of the runaway girl, the other half was actually glad that the troublemaker has left, and the poor Caellatyra has been admonished for her lack of vision. But that was predictable, the sort of reactions that people make when they lose their focus over the truly important questions. Who, a girl know to all, pass beyond the Guardians without notice? Who, a girl without training, sneak in a ship secured by the Inquisition? Who?
 
Slowly, the ancient runes begin to dance before him, colors, forms, and more indescribable things were shown to his powerful warp-senses. The carefully crafted future of Lynn has been changed, and new paths formed, leading her beyond his grasp. But where? He pushes, but something powerful, different and... Alien, seems to grow in her Path. Tired and frustrated, his mind returns to the material world and proceed to analyze the now static symbols. "Dead" "Born" "Cry" "Cell" "Snake" and... "Eldrad"

Continued in [[Nobledark_Imperium_Writing#Alpha_Bitch|Alpha Bitch]]

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