Chapter Two
A nail from a beloved tenderness delicately slithered,
descending down her flesh. Fabricating an incision where sadness
speculates and surges down skin as a stream in the wilderness. These
counterfeit tears, a new blush to her face. As the delicate draws
back, her life distills from it’s thorns. These slits mark her once
mortality, remaining on her hand between her thumb and her first
finger, seized by the immortal. As young as he looked to humans, no
more than sixteen, she had already been centuries old. Her power had
grown since the bring of her new life.
An abode in the sky for the goddess, a sanctuary, pure, away
from the soils of humans. Alone with the others perpetually. Her
features had changed drastically. Her once verdant, soft green eyes
turned bright green, a reminder of life she will never have pulse
through her heart. Her skin, once golden by the sun, extinguished by
the night as she glows with the paleness of the moon. Her hair, once
a shadow that hung freely in the world of sands, scribes, temples and
artisans, now black as the night she hunted. A Man, a new priest in
her temple. The mortal locks eyes with the crimson maiden. It was
said when s
he spoke, a voice like a sorrow, Smooth like silk, as though air does
nor interrupt her voice.
"My princess" The mortal stands frozen, captured by her elegance and
delicateness. Astonished saddened beauty.
"I’m sorry to interrupt you." He spoke, redefining his posture. His
voice was coarse and turbulent, like no man’s there. Cut like a
jagged edge instead of a dagger.
She progressed towards the man, almost floating. "Interrupt me I
think not, you are new here. Sh, you must relax." She sang at him
with her echoing voice. He observed her movement, like tranquil
water, he thought her to be lighter than air, as her voice. He braved
himself and took strides toward her.
"You come from my world, I’ve read your stories in scrolls from
ancients." He walked toward, still unsteady.
"I am from your world when I was mortal." She smiled happily.
"you are no more than a child." He said narrowing his eyes, Young
Raven laughed a Childs laugh.
"Come walk with me."
Out of the sanctuary they stood on a platform just outside the
temple, which had held her prisoners.
"what is home like now, I’ve not been there in a long time." She
inquired. The mortal thought, remembering, finally speaking, "Dried,
dead, but alive with people under the pharaohs rule."
The Goddess froze her thoughts ceased as she remembered Egypt as a
lust forest, with the sphinx in the center. "You do not fear me now?"
"I do not fear what I know."
"What do you know."
"Well, I know how you got these." He reached out and gently brushed
her wrist with is thumb, the forever marked scarlet tear lines.
"You’re too pure to touch." He whispered.
"Our home has become vile and clouded as has the minds of most that
clutter it." She said looking at her garden.
"Ah, so you do know of it" He stated raising his eyebrows
questioningly.
She walked deeper into her garden with the man, a flourishing land,
thick with foliage when they arrived, large trees, and endless field
of grass that whispered in the wind. As she past and her bare feet
grazed the soil, flowers began to sprout, following the goddess
wherever she walked; vines pulled and clawed their way toward her,
more and more flowers; yet, neither of them noticed.
He told her all he knew of Egypt and other places, and of a prophecy.
She told him secrets of earth only those in the temple knew. She
looked towards the greenery around her. She let out a breath and saw
it floating towards the sky.
The mortal halted, he saw her green eyes shed water that streamed
down her face. She smiled sadly as she began to pirouette, the
crimson flowers crawling towards her, as her tears feel to the
ground. She motioned for her priest to come, he ran to her. She
stopped twirling, but the flowers enveloped them ten feet in the air,
continuing to twist. He reached to wipe a tear from her cheek, she
smiled as she broke apart from him.
"I’m a vampire," he said.
"I know, I’m am the killer of your kind."
"Your kind wants me dead."
"Yes."
Then he stepped backwards and into the light, his skin once tanned
blackened and blackened and then broke apart and ashes fell onto the
floor.
"Everyone..." she whispered as she woke, tears in her eyes from her
dreams of the past. Sweat dropped from her brow as she swore to
destroy her father.
Raven woke in her room that lacked light. Her body ached and
he head still span. Numbness left and was replace with a burning
sensation coming from her hand. Slowly she looked down at her hand
the scars started to bleed.
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