Note: I feel obliged to thank all that reviewed. It's more so, because most probably I'm going to fail your expectances towards the story, since my muses are wicked little six things. Your kind words are more important to me, since English is not my national language. Too, most probably, I will not be able to update this often, since in one and two months I'm taking my exams.
Piestess
Part 1
Duo stood at the edge of precipice. It was the place of Sacrifice, where the condemned to death for the worst crimes met the end of their lives. More than five hundred years ago... more than five hundred years ago there were only the willing sacrifices.
He was about to change it. The death, that awaited him down below, was far better than the life he had. Far better.
It hurt so much to see her eyes then, this silent contempt and the lack of belief. He knew it would be so. Who would believe him? A street rat, an orphan, not even with a faintest drop of aristocratic blood in his veins. Only connection to them he had, was the fact, that his 'brother' had taken him in after the fire at the temple. Another reason to just let it all go away.
What he was to them was merely a 'pretty boy', the court's pet and jester.
It hurt. But who would believe anyway? Solo. He would. But there was no time to tell it all.
Duo slipped off his cloak, dark fabric had fallen around his ankles. The murmur of the water, coming from the abyss, rose, calming the temple. Duo let himself lean forward. Someone screamed, but it sounded like it came from far, far away.
He was falling, fast, but felt no fear. He welcomed death, but opened not his eyes. So peaceful, just falling. Please, forgive me brother, was the last thought before he lost his consciousness.
***
In the storm of samyeli, he heard the calling of the falcon. It flew through the sand, not affected a bit. He raised his hand for the bird to land.
"What do you bring for me?" He asked, petting its feathers, but the falcon remained still. "Matters not."
"Storm is getting stronger."
"That I see."
"Hearts of men are blackened by ambition."
"As they always were."
"Samyeli will take many lives with it."
"It always does."
"But there may something be done."
He stopped on his way, looking at the bird. Not often it changed its words. So, he had to ask.
"What may be done?"
"The bones, that had dried in the samyeli and sun, lie restless now. They rattle and clatter, shaken by the wind. All they need is a drop of blood."
"What blood."
"One that was spilled now."
"Whose blood is it?"
"Of the one pure and of the one tainted."
The falcon stared at him thoughtfully.
"Who is the pure and who is the tainted?"
"They are the same."
"Are they the one and the same person?"
"Now they are, as they have been. Together, yet not touching."
"Was ever the time they were apart?"
"Not once. Not ever will be. They always travel in the samyeli."
"Whose are the bones?"
"Of ones that had lived before and will live again, for the blood was spilled. The bones, that lie in the desert, at the mercy of the sun and samyeli, had awoken to the life. Fates are the cruel mistresses, but their duty is bound to the One, who sees everything. His face shows anger at the world and the men, who inhabit it, for they have no shame in their desire for power and lust. And time has come to begin again."
Falcon stretched its wings and the dream ended. Prince of the Gypsies opened his eyes. Since his birth he was a Seer, one gifted by the God with the messenger of the Fate. His path led him in the samyeli, a poisonous wind of the Desert, plane, that only those with the talent could reach.
He was the only one. Never he met another in the sandstorm of his dreams.
Trowa turned to the servant, who waited patiently for him to speak.
"Please, call my sister to me."
***
She watched the shard of soul go by and felt its sadness and loneliness. It beckoned her closer and closer, until she almost touched it, mesmerized by the glimmering surface. It was a piece of her own soul she sought for so long before.
But to accept that part of herself would mean changing from what she was to something she remembered, but not understood. She just could leave the gem in the sands, and come back no more to that place, but something told her, she would always return here no matter where she went.
Sadness and loneliness she knew well.
"Don't be afraid, little one," she whispered, lowering her hand to glide it through the child's hair. "I won't hurt you, I promise. You don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not," came the reply. She smiled.
"Do you want to come with me?"
"I don't want to be lonely and hurt anymore."
"Take my hand, we will find somehow our way in the storm." The child complied, slipping its hand into that larger and stronger of the woman. "I will find somehow my way in the storm," she whispered to herself, the child and everything else forgotten.
There was a laughter, rich and soft, as someone danced in the sandstorm with the ease of the ghost. There was a song, light as a touch of the breeze.
***
Relena froze, terrified, when she saw Duo standing at the edge of the abyss. Without the cloak he looked so... fragile, ready to be broken. Dark bruises covered his arms.
"No, Duo, don't! Duo!" She screamed, running to him, as he just let himself fall. He just let himself fall. "Duo!"
She was too late, much too late. Relena caught only the sight of his body disappearing in the darkness below.
"No! Duo! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" But it was too late. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks when the sobs she could not nor wanted to control, shook her body. She didn't notice the guards, who entered the temple, alarmed by her screams, not until one of them touched her arm. Relena looked at him, a young man in his twenties. Her captain, she remembered. Agrabah was his name.
"My queen...? Is everything all right, m'lady?"
"No! No, it isn't! He jumped! He... He... He killed himself..." Relena clutched the cloak in her hands. "Oh, God, why...? Why didn't I notice before, God?!? Why did I hesitate...? Why...?"
"M'lady...?"
"Relena, dear sister, what is this all about?" Upon hearing his voice, the queen stood up with the grimace of pure rage and hate on her beautiful face, and strode towards her brother. "Sister, what is happening?"
She almost snarled at him.
"You dare to ask what happened? You bastard!" Relena slapped Zechs, hard. The sound of the hit reverberated in the stunned silence. "Duo just killed himself, you monster, all because of you. I resent the mere thought of you being my family! What you did to him is worse than... than..."
"You wound me, Relena, dear. What I did to him? I worry for you, sister." Zechs mocked her in fake concern. "So, he did truly kill himself? Poor soul..."
"Why you..." She choked on her own words, but knew. No one would believe in Duo's story, that's why he never told it. If she had only seen how quiet he became, how detached from the world he was, and always so frightened. How he changed. "Just for you to know," she strained not to yell at him again. Her voice trembled. "I will never forgive you and I don't consider you my brother from now on, Zechs. Maybe I have nothing to prove your guilt, but I will not forget what you have done."
Relena turned and exited the temple. She run to her chambers, not once stopped by the guards. She was the queen, after all.
***
They were always three. The oldest of them took and bound together two threads.
"It ends," she said in a whisper.
The one, that was not the oldest nor the youngest, fingered the fiber with a faint smile on her lips.
"It is."
The last of them, the smallest, ripped apart the thread, and called, her voice echoing in the nothingness, almost like a melody.
"It begins."
Together they gathered, embracing one another, and giggled in euphoria.
Piestess
Part 1
Duo stood at the edge of precipice. It was the place of Sacrifice, where the condemned to death for the worst crimes met the end of their lives. More than five hundred years ago... more than five hundred years ago there were only the willing sacrifices.
He was about to change it. The death, that awaited him down below, was far better than the life he had. Far better.
It hurt so much to see her eyes then, this silent contempt and the lack of belief. He knew it would be so. Who would believe him? A street rat, an orphan, not even with a faintest drop of aristocratic blood in his veins. Only connection to them he had, was the fact, that his 'brother' had taken him in after the fire at the temple. Another reason to just let it all go away.
What he was to them was merely a 'pretty boy', the court's pet and jester.
It hurt. But who would believe anyway? Solo. He would. But there was no time to tell it all.
Duo slipped off his cloak, dark fabric had fallen around his ankles. The murmur of the water, coming from the abyss, rose, calming the temple. Duo let himself lean forward. Someone screamed, but it sounded like it came from far, far away.
He was falling, fast, but felt no fear. He welcomed death, but opened not his eyes. So peaceful, just falling. Please, forgive me brother, was the last thought before he lost his consciousness.
***
In the storm of samyeli, he heard the calling of the falcon. It flew through the sand, not affected a bit. He raised his hand for the bird to land.
"What do you bring for me?" He asked, petting its feathers, but the falcon remained still. "Matters not."
"Storm is getting stronger."
"That I see."
"Hearts of men are blackened by ambition."
"As they always were."
"Samyeli will take many lives with it."
"It always does."
"But there may something be done."
He stopped on his way, looking at the bird. Not often it changed its words. So, he had to ask.
"What may be done?"
"The bones, that had dried in the samyeli and sun, lie restless now. They rattle and clatter, shaken by the wind. All they need is a drop of blood."
"What blood."
"One that was spilled now."
"Whose blood is it?"
"Of the one pure and of the one tainted."
The falcon stared at him thoughtfully.
"Who is the pure and who is the tainted?"
"They are the same."
"Are they the one and the same person?"
"Now they are, as they have been. Together, yet not touching."
"Was ever the time they were apart?"
"Not once. Not ever will be. They always travel in the samyeli."
"Whose are the bones?"
"Of ones that had lived before and will live again, for the blood was spilled. The bones, that lie in the desert, at the mercy of the sun and samyeli, had awoken to the life. Fates are the cruel mistresses, but their duty is bound to the One, who sees everything. His face shows anger at the world and the men, who inhabit it, for they have no shame in their desire for power and lust. And time has come to begin again."
Falcon stretched its wings and the dream ended. Prince of the Gypsies opened his eyes. Since his birth he was a Seer, one gifted by the God with the messenger of the Fate. His path led him in the samyeli, a poisonous wind of the Desert, plane, that only those with the talent could reach.
He was the only one. Never he met another in the sandstorm of his dreams.
Trowa turned to the servant, who waited patiently for him to speak.
"Please, call my sister to me."
***
She watched the shard of soul go by and felt its sadness and loneliness. It beckoned her closer and closer, until she almost touched it, mesmerized by the glimmering surface. It was a piece of her own soul she sought for so long before.
But to accept that part of herself would mean changing from what she was to something she remembered, but not understood. She just could leave the gem in the sands, and come back no more to that place, but something told her, she would always return here no matter where she went.
Sadness and loneliness she knew well.
"Don't be afraid, little one," she whispered, lowering her hand to glide it through the child's hair. "I won't hurt you, I promise. You don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not," came the reply. She smiled.
"Do you want to come with me?"
"I don't want to be lonely and hurt anymore."
"Take my hand, we will find somehow our way in the storm." The child complied, slipping its hand into that larger and stronger of the woman. "I will find somehow my way in the storm," she whispered to herself, the child and everything else forgotten.
There was a laughter, rich and soft, as someone danced in the sandstorm with the ease of the ghost. There was a song, light as a touch of the breeze.
***
Relena froze, terrified, when she saw Duo standing at the edge of the abyss. Without the cloak he looked so... fragile, ready to be broken. Dark bruises covered his arms.
"No, Duo, don't! Duo!" She screamed, running to him, as he just let himself fall. He just let himself fall. "Duo!"
She was too late, much too late. Relena caught only the sight of his body disappearing in the darkness below.
"No! Duo! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" But it was too late. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks when the sobs she could not nor wanted to control, shook her body. She didn't notice the guards, who entered the temple, alarmed by her screams, not until one of them touched her arm. Relena looked at him, a young man in his twenties. Her captain, she remembered. Agrabah was his name.
"My queen...? Is everything all right, m'lady?"
"No! No, it isn't! He jumped! He... He... He killed himself..." Relena clutched the cloak in her hands. "Oh, God, why...? Why didn't I notice before, God?!? Why did I hesitate...? Why...?"
"M'lady...?"
"Relena, dear sister, what is this all about?" Upon hearing his voice, the queen stood up with the grimace of pure rage and hate on her beautiful face, and strode towards her brother. "Sister, what is happening?"
She almost snarled at him.
"You dare to ask what happened? You bastard!" Relena slapped Zechs, hard. The sound of the hit reverberated in the stunned silence. "Duo just killed himself, you monster, all because of you. I resent the mere thought of you being my family! What you did to him is worse than... than..."
"You wound me, Relena, dear. What I did to him? I worry for you, sister." Zechs mocked her in fake concern. "So, he did truly kill himself? Poor soul..."
"Why you..." She choked on her own words, but knew. No one would believe in Duo's story, that's why he never told it. If she had only seen how quiet he became, how detached from the world he was, and always so frightened. How he changed. "Just for you to know," she strained not to yell at him again. Her voice trembled. "I will never forgive you and I don't consider you my brother from now on, Zechs. Maybe I have nothing to prove your guilt, but I will not forget what you have done."
Relena turned and exited the temple. She run to her chambers, not once stopped by the guards. She was the queen, after all.
***
They were always three. The oldest of them took and bound together two threads.
"It ends," she said in a whisper.
The one, that was not the oldest nor the youngest, fingered the fiber with a faint smile on her lips.
"It is."
The last of them, the smallest, ripped apart the thread, and called, her voice echoing in the nothingness, almost like a melody.
"It begins."
Together they gathered, embracing one another, and giggled in euphoria.