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tears of a goddess
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The grass tickled her feet as she lay at the base of the tree. The moon was full and shining on every flower making them light up like candles. The sounds of crickets chirping were like music to her ears. She had never heard them before. She couldn't. Trapped for so long. A prisoner.
He beat her everyday, trying to get what he wanted out of her. But no matter what, she wouldn't yield. She would never give him what he wanted. She had only just escaped and it was a possibility he would find her again. It didn't matter. All she wanted was to feel sweet grass and taste the fresh air. If he captured her again, she would have at least had the taste of freedom. At least once.
She sat up and looked at her wounds. They were from just this morning and they still stung horribly. She winced in pain and lifted the frail rag she was dressed in from her legs. Slash marks everywhere. She frowned. Those would be permanent. She scoffed at her vanity. So what? It's not like she would find anyone to love her.
Just then her head began to spin. Everything became swirly and she felt faint. It must've been that blow to the head he gave her, either that or her malnutrition. His awful words still rang in her ears.
You will be mine, Kimiko. And then everything went black.
Landing on a tree branch he was able to get a better look around. He knew he smelled something, he just wasn't sure what. It was female, but he couldn't tell the species. It was a sweet scent, like chamomile and mint. But it wasn't that that intrigued him. This scent was mixed with blood. What ever this was, it was injured.
The wind blew and the scent became stronger to the east. He flitted towards it, letting his nose lead him. He stopped when he came to a forest clearing.
It was a grassy area filled with wild flowers. How strange that this would be in the middle of a crowded forest. He blinked at a figure laying in the grass. He slowly approached it and the closer he got the more nervous he got.
It was a female. She appeared to be unconscious and laying on her back in the grass. Her position led him to believe she had fainted. Her frame was small, shorter than him in fact, and petite. She was wearing a brown dress that was tattered and old, like a rag. She had wounds on her legs and arms that looked like slash wounds from a sword or a whip. In fact, she had them all over her. The only thing untouched was her angelic face. Not a scratch. He leaned in closer.
Her hair was raven black and reflected the moonlight, showing a dark blue sheen. Her hair was long and stretched down past her waist. Almost like it had never been cut. He frowned at this sight before him. How did such a girl become like this? He assumed she must be some sort of slave. He looked over her injuries once more and sighed. If she kept bleeding like this she would die. He had no choice.
He gently picked her up bridal style. She moaned and his eyes went to her face. The scent of her hair was distracting him. He felt something pool in his stomach but shook it away. He sighed again.
It would be hours before he reached the old hag's temple.
This would be a long night.
~To Be Continued