Old Deaths and New Beginnings
32 years ago: Furya.
Running down the corridor, Nyla slammed doors closed behind her.
The screams of death surrounded her, the roar of engines overhead.
Tears flooded her eyes as she grasped her stomach. Desperate to save her baby within. The contractions where crippling her, causing her to bend forward and brace herself against the crumbling wall.
Fires burnt uncontrollably beyond the windows, she could see people –her people- being cut down and slaughters.
Men, Women and children.
It made no differences to these monsters.
Forcing herself to keep running, she tried to ignore the deafening noises of war.
She knew her husband was dead. He would never have left her otherwise. Just like every other Furyan male, her love had been massacred.
War had come to her world, her home.
She pounded her fists against the temple door, screaming out for admittance. She needed to find a way to protect her baby. Nyla ran through the door, as soon as it creaked open.
Her bare feet loud against the black marble floor. She had been a devoted friend to the Furyan Queen and Goddess. She knew she would help her protect her baby. Running across the main hall for the throne room, Nyla for the first time realised she was not alone. Her blood shot brown eyes surveyed the hall and saw the faces of their enemies. No! No! Nyla refused to believe the Furyan's had fallen. Their Goddess must be alive! Choking back her tears Nyla ignored the men closing in on her and her baby.
Shoving the throne room door closed behind her, Nyla bolted it closed and turned to see what had become of her beloved race.
Their Queen lay upon the floor.
The only way Nyla could identify the blooded mass was the remains of a golden gown, and blonde curls. The Queens blood looked black in the darkness of the throne room. Once a haven for all Furyan kind, the room was now a tomb.
Nyla braced herself against the door frame, as another contraction ripped trough her body.
They had lost everything.
Their home, their families, their Queen and Faith.
Nyla vowed she would not lose her baby. She would find a way. She had too.
Choking on her grief, she ran towards their Queen. Removing her shawl, Nyla lay the pale blue fabric over the body of their Queen. Her Queen.
Nyla had already accepted her death but refused to allow her baby to surrender to this fate. She was a Furyan, she would find away for her baby to escape. Her legs felt weak, as she ran up the staircase on the other side of the throne room, she needed to check there was no one left here. A tear fell from her cheek as she saw servants and soldiers lying dead everywhere.
The child Nyla shook her head at the prospect of finding the Queens only daughter dead. No! Choking on a sob, she ran on legs that wanted to give in. Her heart was erratic as she fought the growing pains of child birth and the grief of her loss. Her heart stopped as she found the Queens baby girl.
The little girl, all blonde curls and blue eyes was crouched to attack, her small hand clutched a knife no four year old should be holding. Blood coated her ripped golden gown.
Nyla was relieved and although she was against children being taught violence the sight of the little girl, made her heart soar.
They would not be defeated! This was their new Queen, this was what the Furyan people believed in. Strength, Courage and Family.
She grabbed the little girl and ran for the ship.
The last Furyan vessel they had left was leaving with whoever could make it. She was determined to make it there. Running on bare feet she became aware of soldiers attacking the throne room door to get at her. Never! She vowed.
Her contractions where coming closer together, her baby wanted to be born.
Nyla shook her head, never had she wanted her baby to be born like this. Running for their lives, with blood and gore sprayed across the surrounding walls. Her child's father dead, their faith murdered on a black marble floor, there world plagued with death and violence.
Nyla heard the ominous crack of the throne room door collapsing.
The roar of soldiers coming for her and the children. She was so close to freedom now. She could see the Furyan vessel through the window at the end of the corridor. The last of the Furyan warriors fighting to keep the enemy back as women and children tried to flee to the ship.
Nyla witness mothers being cut down on their way, children being slaughtered as they rushed for the safety of the vessel. She knew only a few Furyan's would make it off Furya, but she was determined the new Queen and her baby would survive.
The pain washed over her causing her to drop to her knees. She could feel the vibrations of feet pounding towards her from afar.
The enemy was getting closer.
The baby was coming now.
Somehow gaining the strength to lift herself and the girl from the floor, Nyla fell into an alter room, bracing herself against the stone alter she tried to ignore the dead slaughtered around her.
This was no place for the birth of a baby.
Not her baby.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat upon the floor, her back against the wall. Her breathing ragged she pushed against the pain. She felt like she was on fire, her turbulent emotions warred inside her till she felt on the verge of blackout.
A small, soft hand rested against her forehead. Nyla opened her eyes to look into the blue depths of their future. This little girl was their only future. She had to try. Pushing again she groaned against the pain that assaulted her. Clinging to the little girl she pushed again and again. She heard the sound of the Furyan vessel starting up and screamed for them to wait.
Wait! Please wait.
With a final agonising push, Nyla heard the scream of her baby.
She smiled through her tears and pain.
Even in a place of death, new life and hope was born.
Lifting the baby from the blooded ground she saw her son. She smiled. He was perfect, just like his father had been. She used a dirty knife to cut the cord to free her baby. And wrapped him in a small shawl the little Queen had removed from her small shoulders. Nyla wasn't sure she could stand. Her body was in the after effects of giving birth, her body sore and tired beyond belief. A tear fell from her brown eyes, leaving a trail of despair down her bronzed cheek. She pulled the little girl to her and cradled her son carefully in the little girls arms. Blue eyes stared into brown ones. "Protect him, hide him away. Keep him safe for me. Your are our Queen now. Our only Future." Through tears Nyla pleaded with the little Queen "Run. Run now... Please"
Nyla watched in agony as the little girl rushed from the alter room, and prayed to the little girls dead mother, that both would be safe and find peace. She was so deep in prayer, Nyla ignored the door creak open and the sound of boots closing in on her. She had saved her baby and Queen.
She was willing to die now.
Her depthless brown eyes lifted and landed upon her enemy.
The killer of her love, the murderer of her Faith, the people to threaten her child.
She poured her hatred and defiance into her eyes.
Allowed them to see the depth of a Furyan's hate.
She may look like a blooded woman, weak and exhausted but she was and always would be a Furyan.
Lifting the hidden weapon from the back of her gown she shot one soldier clean through the head, before they descended upon her.
Hi, I hope you liked it :-) All reviews welcome.
I intend to write more on this story, with the Little Queen finding Riddick later and teaching time his heritage etc and fighting together to get Furya back[ maybe a little hot romance thrown in too lol but am struggling with how to write it. So planning to see how this part goes down, whether you like it, before i start anymore. Thank you for reading. x emmalisa x