The Roof (Part 1)

Alinash chose a roof far from the walls of the city where the guards patrolled. He didn’t want to be bothered tonight, and guards were the last people he wanted to see. He climbed up and found a spot that gave him a good view of the city, but still gave him some cover in case one of the flying patrols went overhead. As soon as he was sure he was alone and safe, the tears came. He had lost it. It wasn’t the first time, but how would he find it again? He had happened upon it the first time around the neck of the wife of one of his targets when he was working in Silvermoon. He knew it was the same one just by looking at it, and had grabbed it from the woman before fleeing while she screamed.

The silver filigree pendant was all he had of the woman he remembered before Syrina took him in. Syrina had told him a couple of different stories of how she had found him. A client had run off without paying and left him there instead, or she just found him in one of the alleys and took pity on him. Alinash didn’t remember himself, but he did remember a time before. They were vague memories, as if they were a dream, and he wasn’t sure they weren’t. He did remember the necklace pendant though. He recalled the woman singing to him, and he looked at the green and white gems set in the silver swirls. He couldn’t remember her face, but he remembered knowing she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hair had been the same light blond as his was, and her voice was like a golden melody, even when she wasn’t singing.

And he had lost it. Not once, but twice. He had other memories as well that weren’t as pleasant. He had tried to confirm what had happened when he was in his teens, and had went to the Spire to look up the names on his birth records. He didn’t find them. No one named Alinash Brightblaze was ever born, and he had to fill out papers then to officially exist before they would let him leave. He filled them out as Alinash Brightblaze and guessed at his exact age. He didn’t recall ever being called anything else, but he had been very young when he came into Syrina’s care. He supposed it was possible he had forgotten. Perhaps, being so young, he had mispronounced it. Maybe he was Brightblade, or Lightblaze. Maybe his first name, which was also not found in the search of the records, started with a consonant that he left off when telling Syrina his name for the first time. Maybe it was Alinass. He smiled slightly at the last thought, wiping his eyes once before remembering that he had lost the pendant.

Harrier had gone to ask for him. He said the old landlady didn’t have it. Then he bought a new necklace for him. Alinash frowned. It was not something that could be replaced. He supposed he could let the new necklace have a different meaning for him, but only if Harrier gave it as a gift, and not a replacement. Harrier seemed confused over the terminology requirements, but said he’d leave it on the table in the room. At that point, Alinash had been tired of arguing about it, and told Harrier he planned to be out late. He didn’t want him to know he was going to be crying out on a rooftop, and so he left that part out. He hoped just to get away before the tears came.

He wiped his eyes once more. It was gone, just as she was. Not being able to hold it and think of her was something he was just going to have to deal with. He decided he would accept the gift from Harrier. It could have many good new memories connected with it.
He got up and climbed down the roof to go home.

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