Kiesha'ra Children of Destiny: The Black Sun

by skolojaco.026

Celi Silvermead should not had been born, but now she may be the only person who can right the wrongs of the past. She must control her magic before the solar eclipse or the two deadly magic that she possesses will destroy the entire world.

1. Chapter 1

The day the sun turned black was the day when everything truly fell apart. One moment Anhamirak has her eye on us, then suddenly it became to close. The gods were fighting...and it was my fault.

How could this had ended this way? I only wanted good, to save my people...but instead of safety I gave them chaos. I should not be fearful of what is to come, after all it did not take long for the Dasi to cast me out. They accused me of dark magic, the newly named serpiente, but how could this be? I was once responsible for balancing two of the powerful forces that the world has ever knew. But that matters not now. I'm not welcomed. The Serpiente told me that much, the very people who I had worshipped with threatened to kill me. The four falcons also offered me nothing, they had once given me Ecl's peace, but that was all.

I have no connections to the Dasi now, but yet I still fear for them; for their safety, for what will happen next.

My breath catches in my throat as I watch what could only be a celestial nightmare. The sun is slowly being devoured by the moon. Solar eclipses have always had dark thoughts associated and now I know that it is true. The sun and moon are not going through a mere process. This is war. Anhamirak vs. Ahnmik. The battle of fire and ice. I don't need to dance a sakkri'a'she to know what is about to happen. The burning of my new magic on my body is enough to tell what will become of my people. I do not need a vision to know what is happening right now. I can see it too clearly and it breaks my heart all over again.

Will I ever know peace?

The day that I was exiled, with the Rsh willingly joining me on their own terms, was the day that the sun turned black, and chaos would shape the world of our descendants.

I only hope that one day, somebody will know what I did, know and understand. And maybe...finally bring me some peace.

She'ka'hena.

We are not.

O'she'ka'hena-a'she'ka'hena

We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never left, for Mehay is the center of all, and the center of nothing.

Of fire that sears.

Of tempests that drown.

Beauty and light and passion are hers, but simplicity she can never grant.

Maeve

Former High Priestess of the Dasi.