In our Tears
A/N: I don't know why, I suppose I wanted to write on something different from my ongoing series, "Worse," but I wrote this in the hopes that someone out there might be interested in the previous lives of the characters. Part one of this fiction talks about part of an important family in my story. Kane, or Death, has a daughter whom he loves, but while he may be a good leader, he is a horrible father. He tends to make mistakes meant to help his loved ones and his people. Kenido portrays Kane in the sense where he must choose between what he knows is right, and what he feels for his daughter, Alandra. Alandra, or Ami in my original series, is the bearor of the Armor of Love; she is obedient in most things she feels is right or will make someone she cares about happy. Norvik, or Anubis, is trying to save the people he loves, and is fighting his own failure in saving his loved ones. Kanden, or Kaosu (the Ancient), as you may or may not know, in my little twisted stories, is the brother of Kane. In the past, they had been battling from separate sides, each being the leader. I hope you enjoy the first part of my story!
"I'll do it," she said softly and the room went silent. The buzz of people's voices died down to less than a hum and everyone stared at their leader's favorite girl. "I'll do it," she repeated a bit louder.
"You'll go? As a sacrifice?" Kenido asked seriously. He didn't know if he could do it, to destroy someone so close to him. He eyed the room critically. 'Please,' he thought. 'Someone else, let there be someone else...gods... don't make me do this! Not to her!'
Alandra nodded. "I'll do it." Those three words broke his heart and he slumped slightly. He had wanted her to say no so badly. He should've known she wouldn't refuse, she had too much honor. And too much love of others to not sacrifice herself.
He nodded slowly and turned his back as the people around her grabbed her and pulled her toward the ceremonial preparal room. His eyes closed and his breath was shallow before he collapsed to the floor and prayed that someone else would speak up, or that by some miracle, this sacrifice would not be necessary.
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Norvik ran through the corridors quickly; silently. Pausing and listening, he heard the sounds going on around him. They were preparing someone for sacrifice; he had to hurry. He begged silently that it wasn't someone he knew, and that he would be there in time to save them. The image of his mother, popped into his head and he swore under his breath. How could someone willingly let them kill them? Wasn't there any self preservation in any of them? He wouldn't fail, not this time.
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Each step he took was a whispered echo in her soul. She could feel it as readily as the sheer robes she was eveloped in, but she didn't raise an alarm. Instead, she let them lead her, rose petals thrown in front of her steps, towards the altar. She'd watched many people eagerly wish to be sacrificed, but had failed the vital test. Glancing down at the charred remains of her hands, she brutally pushed the pain away from her mind. She had passed.
Her red curls were swept up and her blue eyes were bright. She willed herself forward, ignoring the heartbeat that echoed hers. 'Norvik' her heart cried out stubbornly. Stepping up on the silver steps, she lay down on the altar. No bonds were necessary to hold her in place as she stared at the ceiling, awaiting her death.
Kenido's eyes were carefully blanked of emotion; if red rimmed from crying, no one noticed in the darkness. Offering her a drink to haze her senses, he was forestalled by her lifting her charred hands to block the move. "Drink," he begged softly. He didn't think he could look into her eyes as he killed her, knowing that she could feel it all. This was too hard. Once again his eyes looked over their people, looking at their solemn faces for any sign of a miracle. 'Please!' his heart cried out. 'Don't make me do this!'
"It is not necessary, father." She would do him honor, she would not take the drug to black her senses and make it almost a giddy sensation when the death came.
He nodded and his hand lightly carressed the bejeweled dagger in his hand that he had hoped to pass down to his oldest. But now she was to be sacrificed, by his own hand. "With this point," he intonned softly, repeating the words he knew so well. "I severed all tied to life, but this and this alone:" he watched, eyes aching from holding back tears, as she repeated the words silently with him. "Death, she is thine." His hands trembled as he placed the prick over her heart and started a downward thrust. "Goodbye," he closed his eyes. "Loved one...."
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Norvik ran into the ceremonial chamber just in time to watch the knife pierce through her. "NOOOooo!" he screamed, dropping to his knees, sobbing. "Why?' he asked, shaking his head. His hands covered his face as he cried. "Alandra!" His auborn hair fell over his hands and his blue eyes burned with pain. "A-alandra..." He had failed... again! "Damn it!! I loved you... oh why??" he screamed angrily. "Kanden, I have failed again!"
A solemn man walked out of the shadows and drew Norvik to him. "Peace be unto you, there is more to be done." The white haired man then turned and faced Kenido. "And peace be unto you, brother, may you understand and live with the choice you have made today. I can do nothing here." He then turned and opened a portal, leading the greifstricken Norvik back to the safety of their Monastry.
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Kenido watched the bright portal fade into nonexistance and turned and looked at his people. "It has been done. Now leave me alone with my grief."
The people slowly left the sacred room, somehow just now grasping the importance of the death they had just witnessed. How much more would their leader give up for them? And did they deserve that ultimate sacrifice?