Thanks to all of you who've read and have enjoyed Kirra's story thus far.
This story is short and doesn't have the action the previous episode had. It is merely a lead-in to the Hercules The Legendary Journeys episode "Doomsday" in which I will add Kirra to the story. I do not plan to do much damage to the original, but I want it to feel like a fresh and original story.
PS: Jump to the end of Chapter 7 for an update on the progress of the "Doomsday" rewrite.
Cover photo by Clark Young on Unsplash.
Kirra's Journey
Episode 3 Prelude
"Of Scribes and Heroes"
Prologue
Stumbling through the bedroom door, she collapsed on the floor of the small kitchen. She heard her mother crying in the bedroom. No, more than a cry. A moan, a wail, and there was such pain in it. Yet, she could not cry. Her pain was just as real, but her feelings were shut like water behind a rock dam.
What energy she had she used to crawl across the kitchen floor to the table. Grasping a weather corner, she forced herself to her feet. The meager task nearly sapped her completely. Wavering on unstable legs, gasping for breath as though air was all that kept her alive, she stood. A few seconds to bolster her reserves of strength and courage, and a few steps, and she made it over to the washbasin where the evening's dishes still steeped in cold water. She and mother might have cleaned and put them away long ago had it not been for her own actions.
What was one more dish to add to the pile? There would be no one to complain about them anymore.
With a plunk, the knife disappeared into the soapy water, leaving only a trace of blood swirling in the milky water like a liquid red cloud. Kirra watched it swirl and then dissipate. One tear fell with it…