Title: Shunned
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic' printed on its cover?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews. ~Raven~
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Tristram leaned forward in his throne, he starred intently into the small, fragile looking, light-blue crystal that sat so perfectly on the tips of his fingers. He watched, mesmerized by the young woman pictured in it. She was standing in a memory, part one of a three part challenge that she was currently trying to overcome.
She was watching a woman, with wonder clearly written all over her young features. She seemed to be memorizing all of the movements the other woman made, concentrating furiously on catching every shift, turn and sway the other woman's body made. Then he heard her whisper, ever-so-lightly, the word 'Mother'. This is getting interesting, he thought absently as he watched the challenge play out.
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Slowly, Constance walked across the snow covered ground until she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Lillian. Gently she reached out to stroke her fingers over her mothers' flesh, hoping to know what her mother had felt like. But her hand passed through her. She wasn't real.
Constance turned her head as she heard someone else approach, her mother turned as well and without warning bolted towards the unknown person. Constance watched, as the unknown person, a man, gathered her mother into his arms and kissed her fully.
Constance studied the mans appearance critically, he was taller than most men she had come in contact with, he was dressed in dark pelts that were fitted to him snuggly, his skin was as pale as the snow covering the ground, his hair was as the dark color of obsidian and his eyes were an icy shade of blue. Out of everything though, his ears were the strangest thing, they were bigger than any she had ever seen and they came to a point, he's an elf, she thought absently. All though he was a stranger, his features seemed strangely familiar to her young eyes.
When the two broke their embrace he looked down at her with an emotionless mask on his features, but his eyes were had the look of someone grieving. "Lilly, I love you and you know that, but we can't meet like this anymore. The elders are suspicious as to why I continue to return aboveground; every time I come here I only endanger you more." He spoke sadly into the winter air.
"But Jair, there has to be something we can do. We can hide, aboveground, or underground, I'll go anywhere with you." Her mothers' voice had a bell sound to it, even when it was laced with the sorrow of a great loss.
"I'm sorry Lilly, but I can't risk your life anymore." He replied in a low, harsh voice as he turned away from her, "I love you." He whispered as a great wind began to blow around him. As snow and frost-bitten leaves began to swirl around him in a great vortex of shimmering color her mother collapsed sobbing to the ground. When she looked up to her lovers' last position, he was gone.
For several more moments Lillian sat, huddle into the fetal position, her cries filling the empty air. Then as the sobs began lessen her voice floated out to Constance's listening ears "But I'm having your baby," she paused and hiccupped on a repressed sob, "and Curtis asked me to marry him."
Before Constance could react to her mothers startling confession the world began to spin again. The ground lurched as the colors around began to change from a spinning white and gray to flowing blues, green and whites. She closed her eyes and waited for it to stop; praying to whatever God would listen that she wouldn't get sick.
As the world began to fall back into place she opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath, then a disturbing thought hit her. Her life was a lie. As if on cue, tears filled began to fill her dark eyes, she released s strangled sob and fell, without a care for her clothes or appearance to the water that filled the fountain.
A thousand questions filled her mind at once, they were overwhelming and foreboding. Even if she made it through the labyrinth, she could never go back to that house, to live with a man that was nothing to her. Her life had just been turned upside down.
After a several quiet moments she reached up and dried her tears on the back of her hand. Standing she faced the next statue and listened carefully as a bodiless voice once again filled her ears.
"One truth has been revealed, two more to go." Allowing a small, almost menacing smile to grace her lips she reached for the next vial.
Author: Raven-Mistress for the Incarnate
Category: Labyrinth
Rating: Pg13-R
Summary: A child, not quite a girl, but still not a woman, is hated by her father and forgotten by the world. What happens when she receives a birthday gift from her aunt, the gift of a small, leather-bound black book, with the words 'Labyrinth of Logic' printed on its cover?
Authors Note: I would appreciate reviews. ~Raven~
Disclaimer- I own nothing.
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Tristram leaned forward in his throne, he starred intently into the small, fragile looking, light-blue crystal that sat so perfectly on the tips of his fingers. He watched, mesmerized by the young woman pictured in it. She was standing in a memory, part one of a three part challenge that she was currently trying to overcome.
She was watching a woman, with wonder clearly written all over her young features. She seemed to be memorizing all of the movements the other woman made, concentrating furiously on catching every shift, turn and sway the other woman's body made. Then he heard her whisper, ever-so-lightly, the word 'Mother'. This is getting interesting, he thought absently as he watched the challenge play out.
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Slowly, Constance walked across the snow covered ground until she was standing shoulder to shoulder with Lillian. Gently she reached out to stroke her fingers over her mothers' flesh, hoping to know what her mother had felt like. But her hand passed through her. She wasn't real.
Constance turned her head as she heard someone else approach, her mother turned as well and without warning bolted towards the unknown person. Constance watched, as the unknown person, a man, gathered her mother into his arms and kissed her fully.
Constance studied the mans appearance critically, he was taller than most men she had come in contact with, he was dressed in dark pelts that were fitted to him snuggly, his skin was as pale as the snow covering the ground, his hair was as the dark color of obsidian and his eyes were an icy shade of blue. Out of everything though, his ears were the strangest thing, they were bigger than any she had ever seen and they came to a point, he's an elf, she thought absently. All though he was a stranger, his features seemed strangely familiar to her young eyes.
When the two broke their embrace he looked down at her with an emotionless mask on his features, but his eyes were had the look of someone grieving. "Lilly, I love you and you know that, but we can't meet like this anymore. The elders are suspicious as to why I continue to return aboveground; every time I come here I only endanger you more." He spoke sadly into the winter air.
"But Jair, there has to be something we can do. We can hide, aboveground, or underground, I'll go anywhere with you." Her mothers' voice had a bell sound to it, even when it was laced with the sorrow of a great loss.
"I'm sorry Lilly, but I can't risk your life anymore." He replied in a low, harsh voice as he turned away from her, "I love you." He whispered as a great wind began to blow around him. As snow and frost-bitten leaves began to swirl around him in a great vortex of shimmering color her mother collapsed sobbing to the ground. When she looked up to her lovers' last position, he was gone.
For several more moments Lillian sat, huddle into the fetal position, her cries filling the empty air. Then as the sobs began lessen her voice floated out to Constance's listening ears "But I'm having your baby," she paused and hiccupped on a repressed sob, "and Curtis asked me to marry him."
Before Constance could react to her mothers startling confession the world began to spin again. The ground lurched as the colors around began to change from a spinning white and gray to flowing blues, green and whites. She closed her eyes and waited for it to stop; praying to whatever God would listen that she wouldn't get sick.
As the world began to fall back into place she opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath, then a disturbing thought hit her. Her life was a lie. As if on cue, tears filled began to fill her dark eyes, she released s strangled sob and fell, without a care for her clothes or appearance to the water that filled the fountain.
A thousand questions filled her mind at once, they were overwhelming and foreboding. Even if she made it through the labyrinth, she could never go back to that house, to live with a man that was nothing to her. Her life had just been turned upside down.
After a several quiet moments she reached up and dried her tears on the back of her hand. Standing she faced the next statue and listened carefully as a bodiless voice once again filled her ears.
"One truth has been revealed, two more to go." Allowing a small, almost menacing smile to grace her lips she reached for the next vial.