When Raleigh had left, Attaly collapsed to the floor, trembling and crying.
Why was he doing this to her? She had thought Raleigh was a friend...she
had certainly never intended for him to be her lover! She had never
intended on having a lover, at least not until she was older - much older.
She crawled to her bedpost, using it to pull herself up. She looked out the
window. It was getting dark out, and she was very tired. Attaly undressed
and crawled into the bed, shivering. She fell asleep quickly.
The being in front of her was large, very large. Attaly tried to take a closer look, but found that the image was fogged over.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her voice echoed.
"I am the God."
"Which god? There are seven of them; which might you be? And why are you here?"
"Stop asking questions! You wish to know my name?"
"Yes."
The being uttered a word so horrible, so powerful, so utterly vile, that any other human would have died from the sound of it. Attaly, however, did not. She felt sick, and nauseous, though.
"I have never heard of you," she said through clenched teeth.
"Never? Do you not remember me?"
"I have never met you."
"Oh, but you have, girl. When you were very young. I'm sure you would remember the pain well..."
Attaly opened her mouth, then closed it. She remembered from her childhood, when her family had traveled to the capital city. There had been pain...pain beyond belief...she remembered not how she came by it, though...unless...
"That was you?" she said calmly. "You put me through such pain? Why?"
"You are the chosen one, the descendent of the gods."
"Descendent...of the gods?" the image was steadily fading away, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier. As she lay down on the ground, closing her eyes, she suddenly felt something. She had almost gone to sleep, but she felt a sort of pulling just behind her navel. And then it felt as if all hell had broken loose. She was screaming with no sounding coming from her mouth. It felt as if she was being torn from inside her body, it felt as if every limb was on fire.
"No!" she thought. "Aaggghhhh!" It reminded her vividly of that time, so many years ago...
Attaly woke up, gasping for breath, biting back a scream of pain, of terror. She looked at her hands, and found them glowing. They were golden, red, orange, brown, blue, green, and gray. Attaly closed her eyes tightly, then reopened them. What is happening? she thought as the light faded from her hands. She sat there for many minutes, until there was absolutely no trace of light on her hands. After a moment of staring at them, Attaly lied back down, and went to sleep, thinking.
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Raleigh watched Attaly at her door, invisible. He saw the glow on her hands, and frowned.
That is not good, he thought. She will drive my master back, defeat him. I must stop her from learning the full extent of her powers...
The being in front of her was large, very large. Attaly tried to take a closer look, but found that the image was fogged over.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her voice echoed.
"I am the God."
"Which god? There are seven of them; which might you be? And why are you here?"
"Stop asking questions! You wish to know my name?"
"Yes."
The being uttered a word so horrible, so powerful, so utterly vile, that any other human would have died from the sound of it. Attaly, however, did not. She felt sick, and nauseous, though.
"I have never heard of you," she said through clenched teeth.
"Never? Do you not remember me?"
"I have never met you."
"Oh, but you have, girl. When you were very young. I'm sure you would remember the pain well..."
Attaly opened her mouth, then closed it. She remembered from her childhood, when her family had traveled to the capital city. There had been pain...pain beyond belief...she remembered not how she came by it, though...unless...
"That was you?" she said calmly. "You put me through such pain? Why?"
"You are the chosen one, the descendent of the gods."
"Descendent...of the gods?" the image was steadily fading away, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier. As she lay down on the ground, closing her eyes, she suddenly felt something. She had almost gone to sleep, but she felt a sort of pulling just behind her navel. And then it felt as if all hell had broken loose. She was screaming with no sounding coming from her mouth. It felt as if she was being torn from inside her body, it felt as if every limb was on fire.
"No!" she thought. "Aaggghhhh!" It reminded her vividly of that time, so many years ago...
Attaly woke up, gasping for breath, biting back a scream of pain, of terror. She looked at her hands, and found them glowing. They were golden, red, orange, brown, blue, green, and gray. Attaly closed her eyes tightly, then reopened them. What is happening? she thought as the light faded from her hands. She sat there for many minutes, until there was absolutely no trace of light on her hands. After a moment of staring at them, Attaly lied back down, and went to sleep, thinking.
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Raleigh watched Attaly at her door, invisible. He saw the glow on her hands, and frowned.
That is not good, he thought. She will drive my master back, defeat him. I must stop her from learning the full extent of her powers...