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[Private to Arthur]

Stop yelling at the people teaching me. I asked them to.

[Private to Rumpelstiltskin]

[She's been torn over saying anything to him, because he kind of went to bat for her, but she thinks he did it all wrong.]

I'm not a baby, you know.

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I'm nearly a woman grown. He talked to me like-- [She almost said, like one of her brothers, but she can't mention them. She doesn't have brothers anymore.] --Like he'd talk to a boy my age.

Girl or boy, I don't think it was appropriate. I would think better of the Wardens here if they at least attempted to be as good as they claim to be.

He's not good. He's not good at all! [Except for getting that she's not a baby but. details.]

I am of a similar opinion, having seen how he talks to girls your age.

I've killed people, you know.

We're not talking about battle. We're talking about things that a man his age has no business speaking of in such a way to a young lady your age. Especially not to the sister of someone he was wed to.

You shut up! I'm no lady, don't call me that! And he wasn't - she--

He's not my good-brother! I'm not who he says!

Tell me what it is that I said to him that troubles you, precisely.

I'm not a baby. You don't need to treat me like one. Other people already do, and I'm not.

You are a child, dearie, and that's not an insult. As I said, I don't deny that you're capable. Even he recognizes that. Strong. But you shouldn't have to be, not at your age.

What are children my age like in your world?

Oh, they come in many shapes and sizes and temperaments, much like they do in most worlds, I'd imagine. And some led hard lives, but many did not. Some had pleasant, unremarkable childhoods. Some were orphans. Some had to contend with cruel step parents, witches, lost parents, powerful curses... But it was different, once:

When I was much younger, long before many people I know alive now were born, there were wars to be fought. The Ogre Wars. When over the years the tide would not turn, when times were their most desperate and miserable, the soldiers made it all the worse when they began to forcibly take children from the poorer villages to serve on the front lines.

[He speaks in a very slow, controlled tone, choosing his words carefully so as not to give too much away, but to still make the message clear]

[Well boys her age should be pages and squires, they would fight - the Kingslayer was noteworthy at thirteen, for going to battle. But.]

Didn't their parents do anything?

Oh, they tried. The soldiers had a weapon, a being of powerful, dark magic, that they used to keep the villagers at bay. This was power that could have been used to end the war, even, but they chose instead to use it to kidnap children into service.

[A pause, because she can't digest how foolish that is.]

But - that's stupid. Why didn't they just end it? [She lived through a war, she can't imagine why one side wouldn't just win if they could.]

Because they didn't want that. They wanted the children.

But wars cost money. And the ruin places.

With the Dark One under their control, I assure you cost was not an issue.

Why?

I do not know personally what funded their efforts, but later experience has taught me that creating gold was something that was not beyond the Dark One's power.

But there's no point. Who's stupid enough to keep a war going for no reason?

Warmongers, I'd imagine. As it was, the wars did end, in perhaps the only way that they could have ended without both sides being wholly obliterated.

How? [She grew up with Old Nan's stories; even now, she can get caught up.]

A desperate villager freed the Dark One from the control of the soldiers. Not long afterward, the Dark One strode onto the fields of battle, with his power ended the fighting, and led the children home to their families.

He let the trolls live?

Edited 2013-02-06 20:13 (UTC)

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