Chapter 1: Pains
Bolting upright, I grabbed my chest pain seared its way across my chest, right above the breast gone. My weakness would be heard, and I would be tortured in the dungeons if I cried out, like I had once. I undid the breastplate of my underlying armor, carefully laying it down beside me. I walked the mirror, picked up the silver knife, caked with dry blood, that rested by it. Carefully, trying to stop my trembling hands, I moved the knife down over my chest, at the point of pain, across the cursed green star. It came back, almost nightly as of late, with tremendous pain, the single constant reminder of a dead past.
After I had shaved off enough skin so the burning stopped, and I placed my breastplate on once more. An echo in my mind called me. "Dais." I was being summoned to serve my Master. I placed myself into full armor, ready for any battle against the disgusting word of men.
"My Warlords," the voice of Master sounded more in my head than my ears. "A sacrifice is needed to bring us more power. The spilled blood of a pure, virgin, priestess will bring me great power. Retrieve to me a priestess who is a worthy sacrifice. Take this stone. It will tell you if her blood is pure, and if she is not, kill her."
"Her blood is not pure," Cale threw down another worthless girl. "Do you know any priestesses?"
"N-n-n," the girl's answer took to long. I sliced a sickle threw her stomach.
"Let us leave," I turned for the girl. "We haven't found a suitable sacrifice yet, and Master will be livid if don't get that craved priestess."
"Anymore suggestion?" Sekhmet scowled. "We've barely found a dozen with blood of a fourth priestess!"
"Quiet!" Cale snapped. He looked into the stone to see another watered down descendent of a once powerful priestess. "I see one.but she's different.I can't see her face.she's hiding in a mountain cave, covered by rock."
"Why didn't you see her before?" I scowled at him.
"We weren't close enough! The stone was given to me! I intend to use it!" Cale placed the stone back into its pouch. "Let's find her."
Bolting upright, I grabbed my chest pain seared its way across my chest, right above the breast gone. My weakness would be heard, and I would be tortured in the dungeons if I cried out, like I had once. I undid the breastplate of my underlying armor, carefully laying it down beside me. I walked the mirror, picked up the silver knife, caked with dry blood, that rested by it. Carefully, trying to stop my trembling hands, I moved the knife down over my chest, at the point of pain, across the cursed green star. It came back, almost nightly as of late, with tremendous pain, the single constant reminder of a dead past.
After I had shaved off enough skin so the burning stopped, and I placed my breastplate on once more. An echo in my mind called me. "Dais." I was being summoned to serve my Master. I placed myself into full armor, ready for any battle against the disgusting word of men.
"My Warlords," the voice of Master sounded more in my head than my ears. "A sacrifice is needed to bring us more power. The spilled blood of a pure, virgin, priestess will bring me great power. Retrieve to me a priestess who is a worthy sacrifice. Take this stone. It will tell you if her blood is pure, and if she is not, kill her."
"Her blood is not pure," Cale threw down another worthless girl. "Do you know any priestesses?"
"N-n-n," the girl's answer took to long. I sliced a sickle threw her stomach.
"Let us leave," I turned for the girl. "We haven't found a suitable sacrifice yet, and Master will be livid if don't get that craved priestess."
"Anymore suggestion?" Sekhmet scowled. "We've barely found a dozen with blood of a fourth priestess!"
"Quiet!" Cale snapped. He looked into the stone to see another watered down descendent of a once powerful priestess. "I see one.but she's different.I can't see her face.she's hiding in a mountain cave, covered by rock."
"Why didn't you see her before?" I scowled at him.
"We weren't close enough! The stone was given to me! I intend to use it!" Cale placed the stone back into its pouch. "Let's find her."