Rin stood naked in front of a tall, thin mirror, her green
eyes not missing a thing as she gazed over her form. The scars on the remains of her left hand
where the magical prosthesis was attached.
The prosthesis looked beautiful and despite of its moving parts what
smooth and flush with the skin of her arm as the prosthesis claimed half her
forearm. She covered the prosthetic with
a glove. It conjured dreams of the
redcap who took the arm when she was a child and for the life of her she could
not banish the vile creature from her thoughts and her dreams. Her hand went to her forehead where a two
inch scar lay above her right eyebrow.
It was another scar she got from the night of the crash.
But it wasn’t all bad.
When Rin awoke form the horror filled dreams, she found herself in a
large comfortable bed, in the middle of large room. She did not say anything, in fact she did not
even move for hours. Two hours later
when the nurse came wearing a pin denoting she was a follower of the Eladrin
goddess Ellathe, the nurse smiled. She
told Rin that she was alright. It was
then that Rin cried and she cried out loud, as much as her battered and bruised
body could handle under the circumstances while the nurse just gently held her.
She later learned that Elham danTaven, the Baron of
Stormtonne had come to her rescue. The
Barony’s Control Tower heard the airships radio message and Elham himself lead
a rescue party to save the doomed flight.
In the weeks after she awoke in the hospital, it became evident that no
one would claim the child. There was no
evidence of her existence that they could find.
So the Baron did the only thing if which he could think. He adopted her. Emma, his wife had always wanted a girl and
she took Rin to heart and with open arms.
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