Disclaimer: Oh, for the love of Pixie Sticks!
Okay, this part is from Juliet's POV mostly. So everything she says will be technically in her language, but will be written in English. When it switches out of her POV, anything non-English will be written in its original language.
darkstorm5000: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. It was actually pretty hard to do, getting all the medical stuff right (I'm just glad I have a friend who knows more than I do about medical gadgets). If you like learning more about Juliet's background, you'll love this chapter (well, I hope).
Emiliana Keladry: As you requested, an update! Glad you like it so much, mon ami! BTW, good luck with finals for school! Pray for me passing Algebra!
This is a chapter I've been waiting to write for a loooong time. Hope y'all like it!
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She woke to find that she was cold. Groggily opening her eyes, she looked at her surroundings and gasped. She wasn't in the wolf den anymore; she was in a large room full of machines. A needle with a bag attached to it was in her arm. 'Perhaps the Queen's Guards have found me!' she thought, panicking. 'Perhaps I am in one of their torture rooms, and they are going to kill me!' She was unsure of what to do, so she did the first thing that came to mind: she screamed.
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Ororo was walking down the corridor to check on the little girl when she heard a sound from the medical lab. It was a primal scream, a sound that chilled her to the bone. She rushed into the lab to find the little girl thrashing about on the bed, her IV leaking onto the floor. The girl was obviously too weak to get up, but was doing her best to. "Calm down, sweetie," she said in her most calming voice. The girl immediately stopped, staring at her with large, dark eyes. "Rehana," she said, gasping. "Ai, Rehana! Jasa d' nin neaka! Tu avescase mi! Na de, Rehana la Artalha! Na de!"
Ororo was puzzled. She moved closer to the girl. "I'm sorry, honey, but I can't understand you. Can you speak English?"
The girl looked at Ororo quizzically. "Rehana? Tu nen rejaskave mi? Nedra Rehana, qe evejarse?"
"I suppose not." Ororo sat down on the bed beside the girl. "You probably don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?"
The girl just looked even more puzzled. "Rehana," she said, gesturing toward Ororo. "Juliet," she said, pointing at herself. "Mi Juliet, tu Rehana. Peresh, neh?" She looked at Ororo hopefully.
Ororo smiled, understanding. The girl's name was Juliet. But why was Juliet calling her "Rehana"? She looked closer at Juliet. Her face was lean, with two large, almond-shaped eyes that were dark with flecks of gold. She was smiling, showing off teeth that were pointed, almost fanglike. The long black hair that framed her face was matted and oily, looking like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, or even months. Her skin was the palest Ororo had ever seen, with thin red scars on her cheeks and jaw. The bridge of Juliet's nose also had several scars, telltale marks of broken noses past. Looking at the parts of Juliet's body not covered by gown or blanket, Ororo could see many more scars.
"Qe ei tu vuejhan ge, Rehana?" Juliet noticed where Ororo was looking. "Oh." She made a feeble attempt to cover herself with the blanket, looking ashamed. "Tu ei vuejhan ge nin shajshkavai. Se e qe vanahde, jan tu ei an zavkajna'vusja. Tu uri ujarun te po."
This time, it was Ororo's turn to be confused. "Zavkajna'vusja," Juliet said, picking up one of her blankets and twisting it like a rope around her wrists, then picking up another, twisting it, and pretending to hit herself with it. She pointed to the scars. "Shajshkavai."
Ororo's eyes widened. The girl wasn't saying what she thought she was, was she? That she had been whipped, that that was what had caused the scars? Who in their right mind would do that to a little girl? She picked up the twisted blankets and untwisted them, placing them around Juliet. "Don't worry, sweetie, no one will do that here. You're safe."
Ororo picked up the IV, which miraculously hadn't leaked all that much, replaced the needle with a clean one, and prepared to re-insert it into Juliet's arm. "This will only hurt a bit, and it'll help you, okay? Don't pull it out this time." Juliet just stared at her. Ororo pantomimed putting the IV into her arm, then pantomimed pulling it out, shaking her head to show that she shouldn't pull it out. Juliet looked confused for a minute, then nodded her head in understanding and let Ororo put the IV back in her arm, barely whimpering.
Juliet yawned widely, showing off extremely pointed teeth. "Je se sana, Rehana," she said, curling up into the blankets further and instinctively reaching for something. A look passed over her face, one of realization. She pulled herself upright and looked around, seeing her satchel on the nearby table. She pointed to it.
Ororo went over to the table and brought out a cloth doll that she had seen the night before. It had yellow yarn hair, blue-stitched eyes outlined in black and red, red lips, and was wearing a light blue dress with wide sleeves. "Is this it?" she asked, holding up the doll.
Juliet smiled, her eyes brightening, as she nodded her head as vigorously as she could. Ororo brought the doll over to her, smiling a bit as Juliet hugged it to her chest possessively after Ororo handed it to her. "Na de," she said, bowing her head in a gesture of what Ororo interpreted as thanks.
"You're welcome," Ororo replied. She couldn't help smiling. This little girl was probably in a lot of pain from the pneumonia, yet she didn't whine or complain, she just toughed it through. "If only I could speak your language, little one," she sighed. Juliet looked wide-eyed at her for a moment, then closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into the blankets with her doll. "Sweet dreams, Juliet," she said, patting the girl on the head and getting up from the bed.
"Niva Peresh, Rehana," Juliet said softly, in her soft, musical voice, then started coughing a bit, but the fit didn't last too long. The penicillin had really helped, even after a few hours. Ororo left the lab, closing the door, and went to get a late breakfast.
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Juliet had been surprised to see the woman rush into the room. The calming voice, the beautiful features, she couldn't believe it, but it had to be. It was Rehana, protector-spirit of her father's clan, just like Elerie was the protector-spirit for her mother's. "Ai, Rehana!" she called out, greeting the divine one. "Spirit of my clan! You rescued me! Thank you, Rehana the Beautiful, thank you!"
But Rehana didn't seem to understand Juliet's call of greeting, saying something in a strange language. Perhaps the spirits had a different language than Das Ha'ar? "Rehana?" she asked. "You do not understand me? Lady Rehana, what is the matter?"
More of the talking in the spirit-language. "Rehana," Juliet said, pointing toward the spirit. "Juliet," she said, pointing toward herself. "I am Juliet, you are Rehana. Good, neh?" Rehana seemed to understand that. Juliet could feel Rehana's gaze moving, looking at her more closely, and then her eyes widened as she saw something.
"What are you looking at, Rehana? " Juliet saw where she was looking. "Oh," She was ashamed, trying to cover herself with a blanket, but she didn't feel like she had the strength. "You are looking at my scars. That is what happens, when you are a slave. You get used to it." Juliet felt even more ashamed, lying to a spirit, but she didn't want to scare Rehana off. The truth was, you never got used to the beatings, even when you'd been getting them ever since you could remember. Every one hurt like the first, the only difference was that you could stand more lashings before passing out. She saw how confused Rehana looked. "Slave," she said, taking a blanket and twisting it like a rope, winding it about her wrists, then taking another, twisting it, and pretending to hit herself with it. She pointed to the scars that covered her body "Scars."
Rehana untwisted the blankets and put them around Juliet, speaking to her comfortingly in the spirit-language. Rehana then took the strange bag that had been in Juliet's arm, placed a new needle in it, and pantomimed putting it in her arm. Juliet understood, the bag had healing herbs in it, and would help her. She nodded her head, and clenched her teeth against the pain of the needle going into her arm. Juliet yawned. "I'm going to sleep, Rehana," she said, curling up into the blankets and reaching for her doll. Panic flashed in her mind; Elerie wasn't there! She pulled herself upright, seeing her satchel on the table, pointing to it.
Rehana reached in the bag and brought out the doll. She asked Juliet a question. Juliet figured that Rehana was asking if that was what she wanted. Juliet smiled, nodding her head. She hugged the doll to her chest after Rehana gave it to her. "Thank you," she said, bowing her head in thanks. Rehana spoke softly to her, patting her on the head, then standing back up and turning to leave. "Good night, Rehana," Juliet said as she curled even further into the blankets, falling asleep.
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So, what do you think of it? Like it? Love it? Please review!
Oh, and so you know, the doll's name will be REALLY important later on, as will the whole "Rehana" thing.
Okay, this part is from Juliet's POV mostly. So everything she says will be technically in her language, but will be written in English. When it switches out of her POV, anything non-English will be written in its original language.
darkstorm5000: Thanks! I'm glad you like it. It was actually pretty hard to do, getting all the medical stuff right (I'm just glad I have a friend who knows more than I do about medical gadgets). If you like learning more about Juliet's background, you'll love this chapter (well, I hope).
Emiliana Keladry: As you requested, an update! Glad you like it so much, mon ami! BTW, good luck with finals for school! Pray for me passing Algebra!
This is a chapter I've been waiting to write for a loooong time. Hope y'all like it!
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She woke to find that she was cold. Groggily opening her eyes, she looked at her surroundings and gasped. She wasn't in the wolf den anymore; she was in a large room full of machines. A needle with a bag attached to it was in her arm. 'Perhaps the Queen's Guards have found me!' she thought, panicking. 'Perhaps I am in one of their torture rooms, and they are going to kill me!' She was unsure of what to do, so she did the first thing that came to mind: she screamed.
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Ororo was walking down the corridor to check on the little girl when she heard a sound from the medical lab. It was a primal scream, a sound that chilled her to the bone. She rushed into the lab to find the little girl thrashing about on the bed, her IV leaking onto the floor. The girl was obviously too weak to get up, but was doing her best to. "Calm down, sweetie," she said in her most calming voice. The girl immediately stopped, staring at her with large, dark eyes. "Rehana," she said, gasping. "Ai, Rehana! Jasa d' nin neaka! Tu avescase mi! Na de, Rehana la Artalha! Na de!"
Ororo was puzzled. She moved closer to the girl. "I'm sorry, honey, but I can't understand you. Can you speak English?"
The girl looked at Ororo quizzically. "Rehana? Tu nen rejaskave mi? Nedra Rehana, qe evejarse?"
"I suppose not." Ororo sat down on the bed beside the girl. "You probably don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?"
The girl just looked even more puzzled. "Rehana," she said, gesturing toward Ororo. "Juliet," she said, pointing at herself. "Mi Juliet, tu Rehana. Peresh, neh?" She looked at Ororo hopefully.
Ororo smiled, understanding. The girl's name was Juliet. But why was Juliet calling her "Rehana"? She looked closer at Juliet. Her face was lean, with two large, almond-shaped eyes that were dark with flecks of gold. She was smiling, showing off teeth that were pointed, almost fanglike. The long black hair that framed her face was matted and oily, looking like it hadn't been brushed in weeks, or even months. Her skin was the palest Ororo had ever seen, with thin red scars on her cheeks and jaw. The bridge of Juliet's nose also had several scars, telltale marks of broken noses past. Looking at the parts of Juliet's body not covered by gown or blanket, Ororo could see many more scars.
"Qe ei tu vuejhan ge, Rehana?" Juliet noticed where Ororo was looking. "Oh." She made a feeble attempt to cover herself with the blanket, looking ashamed. "Tu ei vuejhan ge nin shajshkavai. Se e qe vanahde, jan tu ei an zavkajna'vusja. Tu uri ujarun te po."
This time, it was Ororo's turn to be confused. "Zavkajna'vusja," Juliet said, picking up one of her blankets and twisting it like a rope around her wrists, then picking up another, twisting it, and pretending to hit herself with it. She pointed to the scars. "Shajshkavai."
Ororo's eyes widened. The girl wasn't saying what she thought she was, was she? That she had been whipped, that that was what had caused the scars? Who in their right mind would do that to a little girl? She picked up the twisted blankets and untwisted them, placing them around Juliet. "Don't worry, sweetie, no one will do that here. You're safe."
Ororo picked up the IV, which miraculously hadn't leaked all that much, replaced the needle with a clean one, and prepared to re-insert it into Juliet's arm. "This will only hurt a bit, and it'll help you, okay? Don't pull it out this time." Juliet just stared at her. Ororo pantomimed putting the IV into her arm, then pantomimed pulling it out, shaking her head to show that she shouldn't pull it out. Juliet looked confused for a minute, then nodded her head in understanding and let Ororo put the IV back in her arm, barely whimpering.
Juliet yawned widely, showing off extremely pointed teeth. "Je se sana, Rehana," she said, curling up into the blankets further and instinctively reaching for something. A look passed over her face, one of realization. She pulled herself upright and looked around, seeing her satchel on the nearby table. She pointed to it.
Ororo went over to the table and brought out a cloth doll that she had seen the night before. It had yellow yarn hair, blue-stitched eyes outlined in black and red, red lips, and was wearing a light blue dress with wide sleeves. "Is this it?" she asked, holding up the doll.
Juliet smiled, her eyes brightening, as she nodded her head as vigorously as she could. Ororo brought the doll over to her, smiling a bit as Juliet hugged it to her chest possessively after Ororo handed it to her. "Na de," she said, bowing her head in a gesture of what Ororo interpreted as thanks.
"You're welcome," Ororo replied. She couldn't help smiling. This little girl was probably in a lot of pain from the pneumonia, yet she didn't whine or complain, she just toughed it through. "If only I could speak your language, little one," she sighed. Juliet looked wide-eyed at her for a moment, then closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into the blankets with her doll. "Sweet dreams, Juliet," she said, patting the girl on the head and getting up from the bed.
"Niva Peresh, Rehana," Juliet said softly, in her soft, musical voice, then started coughing a bit, but the fit didn't last too long. The penicillin had really helped, even after a few hours. Ororo left the lab, closing the door, and went to get a late breakfast.
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Juliet had been surprised to see the woman rush into the room. The calming voice, the beautiful features, she couldn't believe it, but it had to be. It was Rehana, protector-spirit of her father's clan, just like Elerie was the protector-spirit for her mother's. "Ai, Rehana!" she called out, greeting the divine one. "Spirit of my clan! You rescued me! Thank you, Rehana the Beautiful, thank you!"
But Rehana didn't seem to understand Juliet's call of greeting, saying something in a strange language. Perhaps the spirits had a different language than Das Ha'ar? "Rehana?" she asked. "You do not understand me? Lady Rehana, what is the matter?"
More of the talking in the spirit-language. "Rehana," Juliet said, pointing toward the spirit. "Juliet," she said, pointing toward herself. "I am Juliet, you are Rehana. Good, neh?" Rehana seemed to understand that. Juliet could feel Rehana's gaze moving, looking at her more closely, and then her eyes widened as she saw something.
"What are you looking at, Rehana? " Juliet saw where she was looking. "Oh," She was ashamed, trying to cover herself with a blanket, but she didn't feel like she had the strength. "You are looking at my scars. That is what happens, when you are a slave. You get used to it." Juliet felt even more ashamed, lying to a spirit, but she didn't want to scare Rehana off. The truth was, you never got used to the beatings, even when you'd been getting them ever since you could remember. Every one hurt like the first, the only difference was that you could stand more lashings before passing out. She saw how confused Rehana looked. "Slave," she said, taking a blanket and twisting it like a rope, winding it about her wrists, then taking another, twisting it, and pretending to hit herself with it. She pointed to the scars that covered her body "Scars."
Rehana untwisted the blankets and put them around Juliet, speaking to her comfortingly in the spirit-language. Rehana then took the strange bag that had been in Juliet's arm, placed a new needle in it, and pantomimed putting it in her arm. Juliet understood, the bag had healing herbs in it, and would help her. She nodded her head, and clenched her teeth against the pain of the needle going into her arm. Juliet yawned. "I'm going to sleep, Rehana," she said, curling up into the blankets and reaching for her doll. Panic flashed in her mind; Elerie wasn't there! She pulled herself upright, seeing her satchel on the table, pointing to it.
Rehana reached in the bag and brought out the doll. She asked Juliet a question. Juliet figured that Rehana was asking if that was what she wanted. Juliet smiled, nodding her head. She hugged the doll to her chest after Rehana gave it to her. "Thank you," she said, bowing her head in thanks. Rehana spoke softly to her, patting her on the head, then standing back up and turning to leave. "Good night, Rehana," Juliet said as she curled even further into the blankets, falling asleep.
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So, what do you think of it? Like it? Love it? Please review!
Oh, and so you know, the doll's name will be REALLY important later on, as will the whole "Rehana" thing.