And A Woman Shall Lead Them
By: SereHeart
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form... Wish I did though...
The next few months were like heaven for her but one morning a little before dawn she awoke to find the baby crawling around the almost dead fire. Before she could stop the child she was burned on the palm of her hand by a still hot piece of wood. The baby started to wail and fat tears began to roll down her face.
"Aw....come here baby."
She picked up the child and went around getting a pinch of one herb then another. Setting it on the table she mashed them with some water in a bowl. When it was ready she put it on the already blistering pink flesh. Rocking the baby back and forth hearing the little hiccups caused by her crying. Humming a song that her own mother had taught her what seemed like a hundred years ago.
Little did she know that outside her little home and far way the King, the one who sired the child, was desperate to find this woman who he had raped, he needed to cover up his mistake. But if by chance she had gotten pregnant he would get rid of his Queen, who had bore him no children, in favor of this unknown woman. Well, it was either that or take the baby and kill the woman. Either one would work, as he saw it.
Well years passed, as they often do, as quickly as they had ever passed. Soon the child was grown and starting to chafe against the bonds that held her in the valley.
"Why can't we leave this place mother?" She would often ask her mother and the answer would often recieve was, "When Monankah tells us to, keesha."
Over the 12 years that had passed she had never allowed Serena out of the valley without her company, but it would seem it was time to let the bird out of the nest. For every night she could feel the destiny of her child drawing her farther and farther away. And every night on the hill the stone that had led her here glowed faintly. It was a sign that she had to face the world again and she knew that she would only have the strength for one trip.
"We will leave today. Gather the furs, herbs, fruit, and our thing. I must rest."
"Are you ok mother?" Serena asked the woman who stooped into a near by chair.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, just tired that is all. I have lived many more moons than I thought I would, and there is still time to teach you what I learned. Go now pack our things and bank the fire, keesha."
Serena began running around the house getting things ready for her mother.
In the stable the horse nickered and nodded its head. It was time to leave, just the right time. By the grace of her father, he had kept the King from killing the child's mother, but that power was starting to wane and the king was right on their doorstep. Even after all these years he was still searching for this woman and the child that he now knew she had carried. The only tradegy that would occur is the woman's death but then she would go to be with her father, his brother, and her siblings. She would be happy there it was a world full of light, but if her child didn't succeed then all was lost. The mark that Serena carried now in her palm from the fire that she herself had led the child to would protect her from harm, but the name the child carried would reveal all because in their tongue meant 'daughter of royalty'. But that was of no consequence now because it was done.
Outside the stable Serena had just finished getting everything into the packs, she didn't know where they were going but she was glad to be getting away from her prison. It wasn't until two years ago that she had started feeling cooped up in this little house in the little valley. She wanted to run on grass as green as the leaves in the Oorvar tree outside their house. Wanted to sail on the sea her mother had often described to her. She wanted to smell the salt and fell the wind in her hair. Never before had she dreamed of such things, but now that she did she wanted to do it all like she was promised she would by the beautiful ghost in their house.
"Good job dear, good job. Now take Onshey out of the stable and strap the bags to him."
Stiffly geting up she walked to the door and opened it, a sudden chill snuck up her spine and memories of her rape and the child that had sired jumped into her mind. That just pushed her even more quickly outside and put a little steal in her spine. She would make it through this if not for herself hor her child, and she would survive this even if she died before it was over. So much she had to teach Serena before....well, she wouldn't think of that.
By: SereHeart
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon in any way, shape, or form... Wish I did though...
The next few months were like heaven for her but one morning a little before dawn she awoke to find the baby crawling around the almost dead fire. Before she could stop the child she was burned on the palm of her hand by a still hot piece of wood. The baby started to wail and fat tears began to roll down her face.
"Aw....come here baby."
She picked up the child and went around getting a pinch of one herb then another. Setting it on the table she mashed them with some water in a bowl. When it was ready she put it on the already blistering pink flesh. Rocking the baby back and forth hearing the little hiccups caused by her crying. Humming a song that her own mother had taught her what seemed like a hundred years ago.
Little did she know that outside her little home and far way the King, the one who sired the child, was desperate to find this woman who he had raped, he needed to cover up his mistake. But if by chance she had gotten pregnant he would get rid of his Queen, who had bore him no children, in favor of this unknown woman. Well, it was either that or take the baby and kill the woman. Either one would work, as he saw it.
Well years passed, as they often do, as quickly as they had ever passed. Soon the child was grown and starting to chafe against the bonds that held her in the valley.
"Why can't we leave this place mother?" She would often ask her mother and the answer would often recieve was, "When Monankah tells us to, keesha."
Over the 12 years that had passed she had never allowed Serena out of the valley without her company, but it would seem it was time to let the bird out of the nest. For every night she could feel the destiny of her child drawing her farther and farther away. And every night on the hill the stone that had led her here glowed faintly. It was a sign that she had to face the world again and she knew that she would only have the strength for one trip.
"We will leave today. Gather the furs, herbs, fruit, and our thing. I must rest."
"Are you ok mother?" Serena asked the woman who stooped into a near by chair.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, just tired that is all. I have lived many more moons than I thought I would, and there is still time to teach you what I learned. Go now pack our things and bank the fire, keesha."
Serena began running around the house getting things ready for her mother.
In the stable the horse nickered and nodded its head. It was time to leave, just the right time. By the grace of her father, he had kept the King from killing the child's mother, but that power was starting to wane and the king was right on their doorstep. Even after all these years he was still searching for this woman and the child that he now knew she had carried. The only tradegy that would occur is the woman's death but then she would go to be with her father, his brother, and her siblings. She would be happy there it was a world full of light, but if her child didn't succeed then all was lost. The mark that Serena carried now in her palm from the fire that she herself had led the child to would protect her from harm, but the name the child carried would reveal all because in their tongue meant 'daughter of royalty'. But that was of no consequence now because it was done.
Outside the stable Serena had just finished getting everything into the packs, she didn't know where they were going but she was glad to be getting away from her prison. It wasn't until two years ago that she had started feeling cooped up in this little house in the little valley. She wanted to run on grass as green as the leaves in the Oorvar tree outside their house. Wanted to sail on the sea her mother had often described to her. She wanted to smell the salt and fell the wind in her hair. Never before had she dreamed of such things, but now that she did she wanted to do it all like she was promised she would by the beautiful ghost in their house.
"Good job dear, good job. Now take Onshey out of the stable and strap the bags to him."
Stiffly geting up she walked to the door and opened it, a sudden chill snuck up her spine and memories of her rape and the child that had sired jumped into her mind. That just pushed her even more quickly outside and put a little steal in her spine. She would make it through this if not for herself hor her child, and she would survive this even if she died before it was over. So much she had to teach Serena before....well, she wouldn't think of that.