31-07-2009, 11:54 PM
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A story of Cienwyn after her physical death
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The soft sound of blood dripping with gentle rhythm from curled figures dragged her tired mind into what she perceived to be the waking world, the soft chattering of a hundred voices all about her caused her fluttering eyes to snap open to stare into the morning sky. The scent of spices thick within the air of what she came to find was the wide market place of a poorly cobbled street of Agypt, it seemed even in death the great land haunted her.
A soft silken voice despite the arabic pronounciation weaved into the warm air that surrounded her sending a shiver along her spine
" رِحْلِة الأَلْف مِيل تَبْدَأ بِخَطْوَة - riHlit il-alf miil tabda’ bixaTwa "
Translated into common tounge - the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.....
A language that should have been so foreign to her entered her mind so easily that she found herself echoing the voice within milliseconds.
The slender form of a sunkissed woman etched herself into view, hazel eyes glinting with mischief, despite the darkened tones of her skin, flecks of golden hair interwoven with the rich chocolate strands betrayed the agpytian of her Brohn heritage.
Cienwyn's eyes narrowed with confusion " You cant be....."
The middle aged beauty snickered although she now spoke in common tongue as she looked the woman over from head to toe. " you are so much like our mother...."
Cienwyn turned upon her heels despite the searing pain in her chest and the burning behind her knees, only the magic in her veins and the crude healing of Dryctna allowed her to stand upon formerly hamstrung legs. " But your dead...."
Nefertari simply smiled as she placed a cool hand against her younger sisters breast, slender fingers encirling the blade that was embedded within her still heart. " as are you little one...."
Cienwyn felt as though emotional sledge hammer had cleaved her mind and heart in two, she began to shake with the shock that what she had believed to be a torturous nightmare had indeed been reality, that she would neither see nor hold her beloved husband and daughter again.
Nefertari's firm grip against her shoulders shaking her into a moment of lucid thought, locking her eyes upon her little sisters marked face as the world around them moved, but not one inhabitant seemed to take any notice of the two women, passing through as though the stained and marked corpse miraculously standing was invisible.
Silence passed between the two women, the faces of each other had not been laid eyes upon for the last ten years, as if searching for anwsers to impossible questions.
Small waves crashing against the base of the nile boat, its white sails billowing in the wind slid up against the mud banks, 'tari turned her eyes upon the craft before guiding her sister towards the planks that where slid overboard to crate a crude gangway.
" come...."
------- TO BE CONTINUED -------
A story of Cienwyn after her physical death
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The soft sound of blood dripping with gentle rhythm from curled figures dragged her tired mind into what she perceived to be the waking world, the soft chattering of a hundred voices all about her caused her fluttering eyes to snap open to stare into the morning sky. The scent of spices thick within the air of what she came to find was the wide market place of a poorly cobbled street of Agypt, it seemed even in death the great land haunted her.
A soft silken voice despite the arabic pronounciation weaved into the warm air that surrounded her sending a shiver along her spine
" رِحْلِة الأَلْف مِيل تَبْدَأ بِخَطْوَة - riHlit il-alf miil tabda’ bixaTwa "
Translated into common tounge - the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.....
A language that should have been so foreign to her entered her mind so easily that she found herself echoing the voice within milliseconds.
The slender form of a sunkissed woman etched herself into view, hazel eyes glinting with mischief, despite the darkened tones of her skin, flecks of golden hair interwoven with the rich chocolate strands betrayed the agpytian of her Brohn heritage.
Cienwyn's eyes narrowed with confusion " You cant be....."
The middle aged beauty snickered although she now spoke in common tongue as she looked the woman over from head to toe. " you are so much like our mother...."
Cienwyn turned upon her heels despite the searing pain in her chest and the burning behind her knees, only the magic in her veins and the crude healing of Dryctna allowed her to stand upon formerly hamstrung legs. " But your dead...."
Nefertari simply smiled as she placed a cool hand against her younger sisters breast, slender fingers encirling the blade that was embedded within her still heart. " as are you little one...."
Cienwyn felt as though emotional sledge hammer had cleaved her mind and heart in two, she began to shake with the shock that what she had believed to be a torturous nightmare had indeed been reality, that she would neither see nor hold her beloved husband and daughter again.
Nefertari's firm grip against her shoulders shaking her into a moment of lucid thought, locking her eyes upon her little sisters marked face as the world around them moved, but not one inhabitant seemed to take any notice of the two women, passing through as though the stained and marked corpse miraculously standing was invisible.
Silence passed between the two women, the faces of each other had not been laid eyes upon for the last ten years, as if searching for anwsers to impossible questions.
Small waves crashing against the base of the nile boat, its white sails billowing in the wind slid up against the mud banks, 'tari turned her eyes upon the craft before guiding her sister towards the planks that where slid overboard to crate a crude gangway.
" come...."
------- TO BE CONTINUED -------