Hedieh pulled her wine-red khimar over her messy hairline. She twisted the silky fabric and rubbed her runny eyes. The view from her vision was blurry and Hediah shifted around on her heels. Calls from men filled the air surrounding her and she waltzed to her quaint home the rested under the Persian sky.
~Many Years Later~
Hedieh studied her scarlet pupils as she remembered the times of normality. She took the olive headscarf that sat on her sink and carefully wrapped it. She pulled the gray sweater from over her head and folded it neatly, which left her in a light button up. Her flowy skirt twirled as she skipped down her stairs.
Hedieh crossed her arms as a Jeep crossed the metal fencing that protected her housing unit. The man in the car was no other than, Sirix Tyazhgovy and his smug face showed that. His scarred skin got noticeable as she whispered to a female that sat near him. He clasped her hands in his and hopped out. "Long time no see, amirite?" He went to hug Hedieh, but she put her hands in a defensive stance. "Forget about us, Sirix," she yelped out, "We are here to justify the girl."
She shook off her stance and calmed her posture up. The young woman glared at her with a terrified smile, but Hedieh nodded that off. "Are you Jezebel Duke, niece of Sirix Tyazhgovy and a so called Reborn?" questioned Hedieh, distractedly to which the girl responded, "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."
Hedieh nodded as her opinion wavered. She pinched Jezebel's eyelid open to check for a red pupil and it was visible. Her tan hand clapped on the girl's back and gestured to one of her guards. "Did Godeffroy come, or was his wealth too high to visit to Iran?" asked Hedieh to her former partner, "Oh, he's on his way."
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