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Drama Adventure Fantasy

Hania started to walk through the crowded streets, her bag starting to sag by her side. It contained only the essentials for life on the run - some food, money, stationary in case she needed to contact anyone, and a small dagger with the inscription sangvis aqvā densior est. Blood is thicker than water. 


It was a phrase that had defined Hania’s life for so long, on a weapon that had meant so much to her. At first, Hania hadn't wanted to bring along her dagger, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she needed it. She realized that without it, she would be powerless, both physically without a way to protect herself, and emotionally without her crutch. Something to lean on to when she needed it. Something to remind her of everything she was leaving behind. 


The dagger had been Hania’s father’s before her, and her grandfather’s before him. It had been passed down after so many years, with a true connection to her family. The knife had never been held in the hands of anyone who wasn't within her bloodline. 


Hania remembered when she had first been given the knife. He handed it to her with his rough and calloused hands, the same hands that had swung swords and scythes, strung bows and held even the smallest of knives, like the dagger she held in her bag. They were experienced hands, holding something so miniscule in comparison to the broadswords he chose over it. 


“Take this, Hani,” he had said, all those years ago. “I have no use for it now. Take it, and learn to fight.”


And so Hania fought. She fought and she fought, until she had no one left to beat. She fought against her brother, her sister, her mother, but never her father, for he was the one who had handed her the dagger. He was the one who had passed it down to the next generation. Her elder, but more than that. Her superior. Her father.


And she wouldn’t dare sever that bond, especially not with a weapon so sacred to her family. It was against all the dagger stood for.


But that was before everything changed before her mother told her the truth about her sister. Not Sukhan, the younger one, but Amani. The older one. 


The one she had never heard of. 


She remembered standing in the doorway as she watched her mother crying at night, holding the dagger. Looking at it’s beautiful handwritten engravings - sangvis aqvā densior est. Blood is thicker than water. 


“Amani,” her mother whispered. “Oh, Amani. I’m so sorry.”


“Mama, what’s wrong?” she remembered saying, a twinkle of fear in her eyes. 


And her mother explained it all to her through tears. How sorry she was, how she wanted to tell Hania for so long, how it just had spilled out of her right there and then. How Amani was killed before her very own eyes, and how much it hurt to see. The agony she felt in that moment combined with the fear she held deep inside of her heart. 


And then Hania remembered. She remembered Amani’s smile, from way back when she was a child. She remembered the way she laughed and her way her eyes lit up like embers of a dying fire. 


But memories would never save her. 


Hania thought again of her father, who had given her the dagger, and how it wasn’t hers any longer. How it was wrong for her to have it, how she wasn’t the first born child. How it was really Amani’s, and how her father had betrayed the family in giving it to her. 


And so she fought him. She fought him for turning her sister in and causing the death of those ember eyes she had once found hope in. She fought him for not telling her about this missing piece of her life. She fought him for giving her the dagger, and betraying all it stood for. 


And in doing so, she did, as well. 


Sangvis aqvā densior est. Blood is thicker than water. Family means more than the law. And yet, her father still turned Amani in. 


And yet, Hania still fought against him.


They both were wrong in what they did, but at least Hania could make things right. She could run away and distance herself from her family forever. Even though she still loved them - her mother, her siblings, and even her father despite all he did and all she did, she still loved them all. 


And so Hania ran, while the night was still young, the stars twinkling in the skies above with the full moon accompanying them, watching her travel as far as she could. She ran and she ran, until she found herself at the train station, paying for a ticket to the far countryside. Where she could finally be free of all that troubled her - where she could forget about her mother’s tears and her sister’s shining ember eyes. 


Hania’s bag started to sag further down her waist as the train rocked to and fro, her seat’s violent shaking coming to an abrupt stop as the engineer called for her stop. Hania was shaking herself as she stood up, her hands barely holding onto the railings. Somehow, she got herself off the train and far out of the train station before collapsing onto the grass, tears dripping from her eyes. She cried and she cried, like her mother had so long ago, remembering her family that she’d left behind. It had barely been a day since she left, and a week since she fought her father, but it felt like years in her mind, each second passing by like a whisper in the chilly air. 


Hania’s breathing grew closer together, and she remembered her family. She knew why she was doing this - how she had to to restore herself - but she just couldn’t stand it. She missed what she remembered of her sister, but she loved the rest of her family, too. 


“You’re doing this for Amani,” Hania whispered to herself. “Get through this. You need to do this for Amani.”


Hania opened up her bag, as it sagged further down after her running from the train. She stared at the bronze dagger, it’s golden surface reflecting the tears in her eyes. 


She read the inscription again, thinking about her family. Thinking about how she needed to forget them in order to start a new life. 


Blood is thicker than water. But without either, Hania could finally be free. 


Hania produced a lighter from her bag, and started a quick fire. Without regret, she tossed in the bronze dagger, watching the reflection of her tears melt into the golden embers of the dying flame, like her sister’s eyes so long ago. 

August 29, 2020 18:26

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B Easton
18:04 Aug 31, 2020

Great story. I thought Hania was a pretty strong main character and that you did a good job writing her!

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Maya W.
18:48 Aug 31, 2020

Thanks so much! Would you mind reading some of my other stories? I think you might like Hellfire Eyes. Thanks again!

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Zea Bowman
01:48 Sep 22, 2020

Wow! I was truly captivated by this story! Your descriptions were amazing, and the words seemed to flow together. You really have a knack for writing! Could you please come read a story (or stories) of mine? Thanks! Keep up the good work! :)

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Maya W.
02:53 Sep 22, 2020

Thank you so much! I thought I did, but I’ve been really busy lately and a lot has slipped my mind. I promise I’ll read a few tomorrow!

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Zea Bowman
03:16 Sep 22, 2020

Haha you probably did :) I've read at least 2 of your other stories. You don't need to go back. It was great to read more of your stories :)

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Maya W.
03:27 Sep 22, 2020

Thanks!

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Mark D
22:42 Sep 09, 2020

That was so sad and beautiful. Well done.

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Maya W.
00:17 Sep 10, 2020

Thank you! Would you mind checking out some of my other stories, as well?

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James Offenha
22:12 Sep 09, 2020

Good story. Some of it confused me though. Did the father kill his oldest daughter with the dagger? Or is she upset with the dagger and her family for another reason. There are a few typos too. Good work.

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Maya W.
00:16 Sep 10, 2020

Thanks so much! Much of it is left up to interpretation, but I meant for the father to have turned in the eldest daughter who was then killed. Would you mind checking out some of my other stories, too?

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K A
19:03 Sep 05, 2020

This is a great story! The descriptions you've used really help to picture everything that is happening - it's incredibly fitting, Amazing job!

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Maya W.
21:07 Sep 05, 2020

Thanks so much! Would you mind checking out my other stories?

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K A
22:52 Sep 05, 2020

I'd love to, but I'll probably get round to doing so tomorrow. Would you be willing to check out mine too?

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Maya W.
23:03 Sep 05, 2020

Yeah, sure!

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A K Woodhouse
21:00 Aug 31, 2020

Wonderful characters richly envisaged. A fascinating read. Would you mind giving me feedback on my story? Any help would be appreciated x

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Maya W.
21:01 Aug 31, 2020

Of course! Thanks for the review!

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. .
09:40 Aug 31, 2020

Incredible!

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Yolanda Wu
07:46 Aug 31, 2020

Wow, Maya! You never cease to amaze me with your gorgeous descriptions and your ability to characterise the protagonist so clearly. I love Hania's strong and complex character. You had me wondering so many things throughout that were subtly revealed such as the significance of the dagger and the meaning of the inscription to Hania. And of course, you almost made me cry with those last few paragraphs, and your ability to do that within such a short time really shows your talent as a writer. Also, I think that my most recent story 'Dancing W...

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Maya W.
13:59 Aug 31, 2020

Thanks so much! As soon as I can I’ll check that out :)

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Marcia H.
23:33 Aug 30, 2020

I loved this story. Hania is a strong and brave character very well written.

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Maya W.
00:26 Aug 31, 2020

Thanks so much!

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Taryn Holmes
20:40 Aug 30, 2020

I loved this story! It was very well told and had a lot of strong expressions of emotion. I do have just a couple critiques, but I also had to dig deep to find them. One thing I'll say is that when Hania suddenly remembers her older sister, maybe connect it to a certain memory as if the memory now makes sense. Good job with the specifics of the laugh and the eyes, but if she was young enough to forget her then she won't remember much else. In fact, you could tie that into the sorrow- of having a sister she never really got to know. A lost...

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Maya W.
20:44 Aug 30, 2020

Haha, I know about the fire, but I didn't want to change the ending. Yeah, I'll try to add that when I have time. Would you mind checking out some of my other stories here?

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Taryn Holmes
21:52 Aug 30, 2020

Of course! And feel free to go read some of my other stories too ;) I appreciate all comments and critiques

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Maya W.
22:43 Aug 30, 2020

No problem! Thanks again :)

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Rebecca Lee
03:42 Aug 30, 2020

That was agood one, and liked it all.. I thought I saw some stuff to tell you about - corrections but when I went back and looked - didn't find them. Bravo! Hey would you come read and comment on some of my stories? The Story of Cecil Greene and The Will No One Would Like?

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Maya W.
13:05 Aug 30, 2020

Sure, I’d be happy to!

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Ariadne .
03:01 Oct 02, 2020

I love calm and strong main characters, and Hania is no exception. This gave me such Mulan vibes - with the warrior girl fighting back against the expectations placed on her. Very well done. The words flowed perfectly. I've mentioned this in my other comments, but you definitely have a knack for poetry. Keep it up! ~Ria

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Maya W.
12:42 Oct 02, 2020

It's really great to hear that, because Hania I feel like is a just a less extreme of, say, Adelie or Nina. I'm not that great at poetry, I've been trying my hand at it for a couple weeks now, and I've only produced one poem I'm proud of, but I'm glad you enjoy my style!

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Ariadne .
17:28 Oct 02, 2020

Yea, I get you. Writing poetry is not my thing, but I like incorporating a more lyrical style into my stories. You know, to have the best of both worlds. Not that my writing is the best. 😂

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The Cold Ice
12:42 Sep 04, 2020

Adventures story.Great job 👍keep it up.I love adventures story.Keep writing Would you mind to read my story “The dragon warrior?”

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Maya W.
12:57 Sep 04, 2020

No problem, as soon as I can!

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