This is purely for my own entertainment. I own nothing of Kushiel's Legacy. Any name you do not recognize is mine.
The Journey of Naamah: Earth Begotten
There are times I regret my choices. But the past cannot be changed, not at all. But it was love that made my choices. I cannot but give in to love.
The day Blessed Elua was conceived was a sorrowful one.
We all watched.
We all watched as Yeshua ben Yosef was taken, scourged, and crucified. We all watched the blood drip down his face as he screamed out in pain. We all watched as his royal beloved cried in sorrow, for Yeshua and the Magdalene had never sealed their union. We all watched at the Tiberium spear entered his side, pronouncing him dead. We all watched as Mother Earth shuddered in anger. We all watched the blood disappear into the ground, though we knew not what would happen to it.
We know now.
And Heaven mourned the One God and his angel's alike. Kushiel stopped his punishments. Eisheth stopped singing. Anael stopped growing green things. Azza stopped competing and showing off. Zanielle stopped writing. Camael and Cassiel stopped fighting each other. I, I stopped taking pleasure in the smallest things.
Some years passed, and Adonai never stopped weeping. He cared not for his grandson, Elua, who was begotten from the One God's former wife, Mother Earth.
I was the only one who watched as Elua tried to make his place in the world, but he was scorned. Yeshuites and Tiberiums alike cast him out to wander. Flowers bloomed in his wake. I alone took heed of his troubles. I was alone in caring for him, or so I thought.
The action that brought me here, to the Terre d'Ange-that-lies-beyond. The action that changed everything. The action that made me realize how much we could do in the name of love.
Elua was captured by the King of Persis.
