Nightsister
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Samara, Celebrond, the midwife, and the Grandmother (she's a different one). Anyone else who comes up that isn't in the trilogy is probably mine-if they aren't, I'll bestow credit where credit is due.
Author's Notes: This is the beginning of a story about a very strange character.she's half-Lirin, half-Dhracian. (No, I *don't* know exactly how this occurred.) She is Achmed's soulmate. We don't see *him* until later, though.
Prologue: Birth
The midwife slowly stood up. She went quietly before the Grandmother.
"It is done, then?" the Grandmother asked.
"Yes, Grandmother," the midwife whispered.
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"Let me see her."
The midwife handed the Grandmother the infant girl. She had soft, downy black hair and the build of her Liringlas father, but the rest of her was like her Dhracian mother. She opened one dark eye-it had whites, but no pupil.
"She is like her father in many ways," the midwife remarked quietly.
"Then her name should be of her father's people," the Grandmother mused. "Perhaps.Samara."
The midwife blinked. "Nightsister?"
The Grandmother nodded. "This child is our best hope since the Brother disappeared. It is only fitting that her name should be 'sister.' Aside from this, she is one of the Zhereditck."
The midwife nodded. "This all makes sense. But why Samara? Why Nightsister?"
"She is sister to the night," the Grandmother replied simply. "I assume she is the reason her mother is dead?"
"Yes, Grandmother. I did what I could."
The Grandmother bowed her head. "Blood-gift?"
"I do not know, Grandmother."
The Grandmother nodded, then turned away. She brought Samara to her own dwelling-area. "Samara," she whispered, getting the flavor and feel of the child's name. "Nightsister. Do not fail us. You cannot fail us. Everything depends on you." She sighed, and carried Samara out to greet the Colony.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Samara, Celebrond, the midwife, and the Grandmother (she's a different one). Anyone else who comes up that isn't in the trilogy is probably mine-if they aren't, I'll bestow credit where credit is due.
Author's Notes: This is the beginning of a story about a very strange character.she's half-Lirin, half-Dhracian. (No, I *don't* know exactly how this occurred.) She is Achmed's soulmate. We don't see *him* until later, though.
Prologue: Birth
The midwife slowly stood up. She went quietly before the Grandmother.
"It is done, then?" the Grandmother asked.
"Yes, Grandmother," the midwife whispered.
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"Let me see her."
The midwife handed the Grandmother the infant girl. She had soft, downy black hair and the build of her Liringlas father, but the rest of her was like her Dhracian mother. She opened one dark eye-it had whites, but no pupil.
"She is like her father in many ways," the midwife remarked quietly.
"Then her name should be of her father's people," the Grandmother mused. "Perhaps.Samara."
The midwife blinked. "Nightsister?"
The Grandmother nodded. "This child is our best hope since the Brother disappeared. It is only fitting that her name should be 'sister.' Aside from this, she is one of the Zhereditck."
The midwife nodded. "This all makes sense. But why Samara? Why Nightsister?"
"She is sister to the night," the Grandmother replied simply. "I assume she is the reason her mother is dead?"
"Yes, Grandmother. I did what I could."
The Grandmother bowed her head. "Blood-gift?"
"I do not know, Grandmother."
The Grandmother nodded, then turned away. She brought Samara to her own dwelling-area. "Samara," she whispered, getting the flavor and feel of the child's name. "Nightsister. Do not fail us. You cannot fail us. Everything depends on you." She sighed, and carried Samara out to greet the Colony.
