Alright, so this is my fisrt ever story, Solace. This story is inpsired by an middle eastern band named Solace. Most of all the chapters have been writen while i listen to a specific song on repeat, so the chapter names some time hold a signifigance. You should look them up on Youtube or something, there music is pretty sweet. If you dont like it, well dont complain to me.
Anyways;
I do not own any thing from the Night world books. Everyt thing else is a figment of my messed imagination. I just borrowed L. soul-mate theory, and some other little things to make this story functional.
Well, enjoy!
~Cy.
Solitude-Solace.
~Prologue~
CAIRO, EGYPT 2000 B.C
The sun burned intensely in the sky, a beautifully hot day in Masr.
Kauket lounged lazily on the silken coloured pillows, holding her prized lotiform fan. The soft feathers brushed her skin as she stared over the balcony, watching the harem girls practice their dances and songs. She sighed heavily tearing her gaze away in bitterness; it was little over a month that she was cast away from the harem, due to her "illness" and her newly discovered stature.
She considered herself in a stable set of mind to do anything needed for her current master. As long as it kept her from home, Ket had been happy to do what was needed and more.
It hadn't been long till she had fallen into the favourites list. Which made her quite a happy girl; in till she was deemed unfit to prove for any use as her health withered away like a dead lotus flower.
Ket snarled softly, lying back down on she soft pillows, closing her eyes.
Proves how, even the most prized, and exotic harem girls can be easily replaced. And she had been replaced, Aruja seem to fit into her profile best, scheming little snake...
Though Ket was happy that the soft little girl couldn't dance or entertain half as well as she had. He will lose interest soon enough... then I will leave. Ket was still nicely kept, walking her apartments with a slumbering madness.
As a discovered lady of a high status, she was removed and placed in one of the finest palace apartments. Where she spent her days locked up, eating, dancing, singing, and sleeping.
Alone.
Slowly turning mad, as the sickeningly feral, uncontrolled feeling inside her started to grow. A feeling that was somehow, frighteningly familiar... Though she couldn't really place why.
At first, when it wasn't at its highest menace, she had only the privileged company of her close friends and serving maids. In her beautiful apartments, she would pace with feral madness, as the new moon and her sixteenth birthday approach, feeling more and more reckless.
The snippets of horrific memories were not much help to her healing. She would ever only dream of barren plains, flickering flames and a group of silhouettes dancing under a blood red moon. Though, it was the memories of one of the dancers that truly disturbed her, making a sickening feeling rise in her gut.
The boy would never let her rest, running through her dreams as fast as a plague, with his angry and sorrow-stricken cyan eyes. He went about, twisting and tainting all of her pretty thoughts, drowning them in a devastatingly haunting pool of blue, whispering incoherent sentences. As all the others chanted and sang, bathing in scarlet rivers, inviting her to join them .
Ket could slowly feel herself slipping away like sand through her fingers. The dreams plagued her with dark, rabid feelings, not letting her rest, the feeling didn't leave.
No rest would ever calm the feral thing inside of her, trying hard to claw its way out. It seems it would have been easier to let it take her over, though she knew the bloodlust would rage even more if she did.
Her resentment to it made her violent and feral, the greatest internal battle. Every attempt to grasps back a grain of sanity, the boy with the haunting cold ,sky blue eyes, would fill her up and drown her hopes of it.
She would pace around her apartments, eyes wide and filled with a wild madness, tearing the place apart. Her body would spasms every now and then, all the while howling and pleading for it to stop. After awhile, it slowly took over; she gave in to it and felt herself beginning crave the acts of violence. The others didn't matter much to her, in her current maddened state.
First went the maids.
Ket hadn't been too happy when she had mention that she was to soon be put to death. They all started to disappear after that. All claiming that she was a demon, why else was she able to twist the poor maid's bodies in such impossible shapes?
All though, the master still considered her a precious object and sent out the maids to try and please her, brining in meats, beer and different things for her amusements, all though it usually ended up in the same way.
Six maids down, surely seven was worth a shot, right?
Though that one didn't even last the afternoon. Thank the Goddess the master had favoured her; she would have been dead by now surely.
He though now it was time to call in divine help. The priestess's paid a visit, and took one look at the wild creature that was once Kauket.
A tall, gracefully pale girl, with her dark hair in rat tails, soft pale features and glassy, feverish wide yellow eyes. Her soft, red mouth contorted, salivating, screeching and clawing. Murmuring "demon", they fled not long after.
Surely it could only be a demon; it would explain why she was so pale for this part of the world, as well as her glassy yellow eyes.
The physicians were second to visit, and left as desperately confused as the priestess's, not know what would cause such a thing. Though, it surprisingly didn't last too long.
The first new moon of her sixteenth summer, she changed. Her craving for meats and blood diminished, her sanity slowly coming back to her. The horrifying dreams slowly dissipated, taking the handsome boy with them, leaving room for sleep to creep back she couldn't help but feel hallow and cold. The beautiful boy was just a vague illusion, a distant thought.
Sleep finally took her over, as well as surreally beautiful features, and predatory, yet graceful movements. Her greenish yellow eyes still held a slight opaque madness, though it only made her look more exotic, in a vulgar, yet in a gorgeous had become an even more incredibly flawless creature. Now all of her already, perfectly heighten senses, developed to an even more extreme perfectness. Every sense was even more crisp, clear and electrified.
News of her apparent recovery was reviled and the master decided that she would stay for another moon, before returning to her own palace to be with her family.
In the meantime, she was privileged to freedom of wondering around, as long as there was company. Her current master did not want any reason for upsetting his great ally, a big-shot warlord, so she was protected nicely, and given leashed freedom. He didn't want to admit it, though, but he still didn't think that she was really all there.
Not entirely sane. Every now and then, he could see the madness pacing in her eyes, watching and waiting to be set free.
A Cobra ready to uncoil and strike.
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