18 Years ago…
The busy people of Varana thronged into the streets weaving their way among numerous shops, businesses, and places of relaxation. Today was just like any other day; the sun was high, the sky clear, and the glory of the Empire could be seen in every magnificent stone of the city. Everything was normal, except if you were to take upon the form of an eagle and soar high above the city; you might notice a small girl on her knees crying in the middle of the street. People shuffled about her as if she didn’t exist. No one spared her even a glance or thoughts of pity. It was almost like a river of living people breaking around this ‘failure’ in the road, and then merging again on the other side.
The little girl had brown hair, bright blue eyes, and looked very sad…
Ma… Ma come back!
…though she lie there crying she did it silently. Her father had left some weeks before. A day ago the girl’s mother had set her down in the street and told her to stay there. At the time the nameless girl thought it was a strange request, but decided to obey. She also thought her mother was dressed funny and carrying too many bags; something she had never seen before.
The little nameless one fully expected her parent to return. Being a good girl, (as she didn’t like it when her parents yelled at her) she would do exactly as her mother had told her. She sat in that very spot like a stone sentinel; waiting over the night into the next day where the people moved around her presently.
Hunger settled in quickly, and as her time present at that spot reached near twenty four hours, the blue eyed girl soon felt sleepy.
If I fall asleep, ma will be angry.
Heavy eyelids blinked in a futile effort to stay open, but the lure of rest overpowered them. The human girl dreamed of alien lands and strange shrouded figures. A dark mist was cast over everything she looked upon making it difficult for her to see. Then suddenly she found herself in the midst of a shallow pond. Strange lights danced randomly in the darkness, reflecting off the placid surface of the water. Peering into her reflection the girl noticed something terribly wrong. A pair of leathery wings covered her like a cloak, and her eyes glowed a radiant blue. With a blinding burst of speed the wings unfurled to reveal that her image’s hands were shackled and chained. The metal links ran from the image, out of the mirror like surface of the pond, then finally to the girl herself.
The poor human was chained to her demon copy and it to her. She stared blankly at her hands for a moment; the devil child feeling content to do the same. Then the human girl tugged lightly upward on her binds. Blue hazed eyes gazed mischievously back at her. Then the devil image responded by tugging as well.
Ow! Stop it, that hurts!.
But there was no response by the image to her plea, so she tugged harder trying to break free. Unfortunately for our poor little girl the devil decided to pull more furiously then before. This almost knocked the human off her feet.
Why are you doing this?
Devil image grinned back up at her from out of the water.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she pulled with all her might till it felt as though her arms would rip off, planting her feat firmly underneath beforehand. Almost immediately the devil responded with a force ten times greater than what the human child could muster. This time, she did lose her balance. The world seemed to slow down as she plunged head first into those very blue eyes on the other side of the water. They seemed so similar to hers, so inviting, yet terrible at the same time. The last thing she remembered from the dream was a loud crunch as her nose made contact with the water. No, with the face in the water.
She screamed as she woke up. Fear overtook her as she opened her eyes and the surroundings were different from where she had fallen asleep. Her body seemed to be resting on a comfortable bed. There were dark red and golden drapes everywhere across the ceiling. Her nose felt terrible and as her hand contacted it to comfort it from the pain she screamed a second time since waking.
“Hush child. Don’t move. You have broken your nose.” The voice was definitely feminine. It possessed soothing qualities, but there was hardness to it, coldness.
With wheezing breaths from her blocked nasal passages the child spoke, “It hurts.”
“I know dear, we have someone coming to make it better. Just wait a little longer. Do you have a name?” the older voice asked rather nicely.
She shook her head still lying on her back instead of answering. Her parents had never bothered to call her anything but daughter.
“Then I shall call you Camryn. It means one with a crooked nose. Though after we’re done treating you it will be just as beautiful as before! How did you manage to do something so terrible to yourself my dear?”
Camryn chose to bear the pain in order to speak her mind, “I saw a monster with big wings. It looked like me, but was very mean!” A wheezing breath escaped from her nose. “It had chains, and wouldn’t let me go. I fell… on my nose.” She pointed to it, but did not touch it. Camryn was still reclined in the bed, and didn’t dare turn her head to see whom she was speaking with in fear of more pain.
The lady must have realized this because Camryn heard the sound of a chair being moved and then her face was in view. “No my dear, that isn’t a monster, it is one of Lochwar’s angels sent to watch over you.” The woman smiled. She was slightly past her prime but very pretty, though her eyes looked weary and tired. “My name is Jestra. Would you like to know more?”
(to be continued)
Xul: ~Elrith ~Maiden Camryn ~Beatrix Flittermoon~Beryl Flittermoon~Kaneko Rin