Post by Ellie on Jul 14, 2005 17:50:16 GMT -5
She sat on a rock staring at the ocean hit against the rocks. It was a new day, and things were on a change. She could feel it. Plus the rocks have told her. Her hand went to the small homemade bag tied to her belt, feeling the heaviness of the stones inside. They still mocked her, calling her names. But as her father had told her, she was special.
“Special alright,” she said watching the waves.
Aurora, named after the Goddess of the Dawn, by her father who had been a fisherman. The town’s fishermen relied on the Dawn. It let them know how late it was and where the fish would move as the dawn appeared. There were three main deities of their village. Dawn, Aurora, She who brings light to the people. A time of safety and warmth. Dark, Noctdemus, He who brings in the night. A time of fear and coldness. And Ocean, Marina, She who supplies to the wellbeing of their village.
Her mother had died during childbirth, and so it was up to her father to raise and bare her into adulthood. He had been ridiculed for naming her after Dawn. A child should never be named after a God or Goddess unless blessed by that deity. But he didn’t care, to him she was his Dawn.
And maybe it was a curse for being named after the Dawn, but she had been cursed what they call the sight. Only they say she was insane, because the sight is nothing but a hoax. But her and her father knew she had it. And the only person in the village who knew of her special talent had died six moons. He had died at sea. Marina had found his life necessary. So now she was all alone in a village of people who disliked her.
She had thought about leaving this place for another. There could be some place where she was accepted for what she was, and what she did. Somewhere where they didn’t say her name as if it was a curse.
But the thought had left as soon as rumors of the death of the Dark God Valla from the neighboring mountains. Valla was to be brethren to their god Noctdemus. In that way their villages were able to trade easier. If the rumor was true, and that Valla had been killed, that would mean that maybe their Gods might not be what they believed them to be. And such thinking could have you imprisoned and sacrificed to Marina.
Her hand spasmed over her bag as her vision blurred and that dark tunnel pulled her into a murk of dark water. She learned to stop fighting them, and let the visions show her what they wanted her to been seen. As the murk started to fade, she saw darkness. Fear and hopelessness filled her. Cries could be heard and fire. She then saw what it was a war. She had never seen a war before, but she had heard tales of them. Of all the useless deaths they cause. And there were men and things much darker. Things told to children to keep them inside when Noctdemus ruled the darkness.
She came to in darkness, making her wander if her vision was through. She could hear the ocean, could hear the wind in the trees. And then she could hear the others. The howls. Just how late had she been out, and she needed shelter.
“Special alright,” she said watching the waves.
Aurora, named after the Goddess of the Dawn, by her father who had been a fisherman. The town’s fishermen relied on the Dawn. It let them know how late it was and where the fish would move as the dawn appeared. There were three main deities of their village. Dawn, Aurora, She who brings light to the people. A time of safety and warmth. Dark, Noctdemus, He who brings in the night. A time of fear and coldness. And Ocean, Marina, She who supplies to the wellbeing of their village.
Her mother had died during childbirth, and so it was up to her father to raise and bare her into adulthood. He had been ridiculed for naming her after Dawn. A child should never be named after a God or Goddess unless blessed by that deity. But he didn’t care, to him she was his Dawn.
And maybe it was a curse for being named after the Dawn, but she had been cursed what they call the sight. Only they say she was insane, because the sight is nothing but a hoax. But her and her father knew she had it. And the only person in the village who knew of her special talent had died six moons. He had died at sea. Marina had found his life necessary. So now she was all alone in a village of people who disliked her.
She had thought about leaving this place for another. There could be some place where she was accepted for what she was, and what she did. Somewhere where they didn’t say her name as if it was a curse.
But the thought had left as soon as rumors of the death of the Dark God Valla from the neighboring mountains. Valla was to be brethren to their god Noctdemus. In that way their villages were able to trade easier. If the rumor was true, and that Valla had been killed, that would mean that maybe their Gods might not be what they believed them to be. And such thinking could have you imprisoned and sacrificed to Marina.
Her hand spasmed over her bag as her vision blurred and that dark tunnel pulled her into a murk of dark water. She learned to stop fighting them, and let the visions show her what they wanted her to been seen. As the murk started to fade, she saw darkness. Fear and hopelessness filled her. Cries could be heard and fire. She then saw what it was a war. She had never seen a war before, but she had heard tales of them. Of all the useless deaths they cause. And there were men and things much darker. Things told to children to keep them inside when Noctdemus ruled the darkness.
She came to in darkness, making her wander if her vision was through. She could hear the ocean, could hear the wind in the trees. And then she could hear the others. The howls. Just how late had she been out, and she needed shelter.