Title: The Usurping of Power
Chapter Three: The Lady Of Water
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It changes with the wind, it sparkles in the moon light. It glows with the suns rays. It is water, the thing that allows all of life to exist. The necessity that no one can go with out.
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"Moira, get back here!" could be heard threw out the town.
All the town thought it was funny how a man and his son of two years old, could raise a girl. Well, they raised her like a boy, she was wild, she never did as she was told. And the one thing she never listened to was, her father telling her to stay away from the water.
Long blue hair flowed behind her as her laughter tinkled threw the wind. The wind ahhhh yes. It was like it was her sister. She could feel it all the time. Though she was five she had much deeper knowledge than any one could possible know.
Her ice blue eye's looked behind her as her father was started to stumble and her brother Cahir was now gaining on her. She quickly started moving forward even more rapidly.
'How does she do it, she moves so smoothly and quickly.' Crane thought. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Cahir was catching up with her. Ahh, he loved his son for this, he could always catch her, as if the wind pushed him forward.
The next thing Crane realized was tinkling laughter, the sounds that made his life worth living.
Cahir had tackled Moira to the ground tickling her.
As Crane approached he remember the destiny of these two children and what must be done even though they did not want to do it.
"Guys, you know what time it is." He said as he turned back to their small home.
"But dad do we have to?" Moira whined. She did this so well, that he almost broke, but just almost.
"You know we do." he said
The two youth following him back to their home, to start their daily training routines.
(Ten years later)
"Moira, What are you doing?" A deep baritone voice came from behind her. She looked up slowly blushing, as she looked into the cobalt gray eye's of her brother Cahir.
"Um, I... am just reading." She said as she quickly put the book behind her.
Jokingly Cahir reached behind her back plucking the book from her tiny hands. Though she was fifteen years old she was only about 5 ft 2. She was extremely thin, yet with the growing curves of a soon to be woman.
As Cahir looked at the book he laughed at his little sister. Another romance novel. She was living in a dream world thinking her prince charming would come for her. Though most likely she could kick his ass.
"Cahir, give me my book back." Moira whined. She always did this to her brother, this or she would cry. He couldn't stand to see a female cry. It actually broke his stone cold heart.
"Why do you indulge on these things. We both know good and well, there is no such thing as a noble prince. Just look at our own rulers." He said with a sad glint in is eye's. He had already noticed the air was restless today.
"I like to think that one day things will be different." she said. She slowly turned around dropping her book and looked up to the sky. She so wanted it to rain, if she had to train again she wanted to do so in the rain.
As if the water had heard her call, the rain began to fall gently, slowly washing her and her brother, in its warm grace.
They smiled at each other, and grabbed their swords. The sparring had begun. (I don't really know anything about sword fighting so give me some leverage here)
The swung and cut at each other, twisting away from each others thrusts, and flipping when needed. If an on looker had seen them they would have seen two things. The ballet it looked as if they were involved in and a faint glow coming from both of them, one of blue and one of orange.
As they both wore down, they heard it. The horns that the entire town feared. The king was coming, his new victories awaited in their small town.
"Moira run." Was all Cahir had to say as the small girl ran for all she was worth in the opposite direction that the town was. Thought she could fight it did not matter. She was a girl and would there for put her brother in more danger.
Cahir ran toward his home to find it in flames. The kings men running threw burning and pillaging what ever they wanted. The screams of women. Those of children, the man didn't even spare the innocent, the ones that could not even defend themselves.
Eye's cold as steel grabbed a sword as the scene before him caught his eye.
His father defending a woman around 25 from the king himself. As Cahir ran to help his father was struck by a sword and fell. The woman in range of the king. He saw the look on the kings face and also the fact that he let his guard drop.
Cahir took his chance and ran for the king. He knew he would most likely die, but he hated the man. His new found hate that went even deeper as he saw his father slaughtered, and a woman trembling in fear. A woman that could easily have been his sister.
He lunged catching the king at a weak point and rammed his sword as hard as he could into the mans leg. Looking to the woman, seeing the fear and relief in her eye's he screamed only one word.
"RUN!"
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She ran with all her might in to the woods. Toward the lake, where they were supposed to meet if this ever happened. The town had agreed on it. She ran thinking of her brother and her father. Willing them to live. Willing them to be together again.
When she finally made it to the spot, there were at least twenty women there.
Said women hearing the rustling of the bushes turned with swords aimed. There last line of defense. There eye's glowed as they saw Moira, a child they had all grown to love. She had made it. They had worried that she was not there yet.
Moira crashed to the ground breathless. She had run so far so fast. She had no idea how long a distance that was when it was the farthest thing from her mind.
The women rushed her, making sure she was alright. They slowly picked up the small girl and took her with the rest of the young people who had made it. She was walked down by the water. To play with the younger children. That is when it happened.
Moira opened her eye's and looked around to find the voice that was calling to her. She looked every where and no one was speaking.
Finally thinking she was just going insane she looked to the water for comfort, and to her surprise, there was a face looking up at her. It looked similar to her, just slight differences.
"You need to go back." The woman said.
"I'll be killed." Moira answered in a whisper.
"It will be done, you must save lives." The woman was almost becoming desperate at this point.
"How, I am not a doctor." Moira said to the what ever she was looking at.
"Heal them, you know deep down how."
"But....." Moira was cut off as the woman grew angry.
"Go Now." She screamed and seemed as if she was pulled away.
Moira stood tall, she looked around, no one was watching her. She could easily sneak away.
She slowly made her way to the edge of the forest and at her first chance disappeared.
She slowly walked thinking as she did, wondering how she was really going to help any one. She knew only how to fight and that was it. Nothing more than what she had read in books. As her thought subsided she neared the edge of the town, and took in the carnage that she saw. She had to gasp and hold the tears that threatened to fall.
She looked on one fallen man to the next, catching glimpse of platinum blonde out of the corner of her eye. As she focused souly on that one person it registered in her mind that it was her brother.
She ran with the swiftness of a gazelle. To her fallen family lying next to his barely breathing form was her father. He was not moving and the puddle of blood the enveloped his body was all the proof that she needed. She slowly turned to her brother. She saw the slow rise and fall of his chest. Looking him over she saw a huge gash in his side.
With all her heart she grabbed him. Cradling him to her body, unable to hold back her tears any longer she cried. For everything, the loss of her father, her dying brother, her town that had been almost annihilated, the women who didn't make it to the forest in time.
When the tears came though, she started to glow a faint blue at first, that slowly became more brilliant and more vibrant with every passing millisecond.
She not knowing what was happening, stared shocked at her brother when he said. "Why are you crying, you don't cry."
Moira looked down and now shed tears of joy as her brother had all his color back and his wounds seemingly gone.
"I did it." she whispered slowly to herself.
"What?" Cahir asked, confusion written on his face.
"I need to help them." she said as she waved her hands to show him about the town.
Her small body got up from its position and proceeded to go to everyone who was not dead, and try to heal them as best she could. By night fall she was spent, but it was worth it to her, she healed at least 60 people, men, women and children.
She slowly started to walk towards her home, as she heard a soft cry coming from behind her. Turning her head ever so slowly, she made way to the voice.
"Don't die please I need you." a woman spoke to a young girl of about 3 years of age.
"Mam" Moira said. "I think I can help."
The woman stepped aside not knowing really why, but she trusted the young blue haired woman, more than she could know.
As Moira kneeled down by the child, she concentrated. After about the tenth person she figured out how it mainly worked. She looked to the little girl and then to the woman, then to her hands, that began to glow the same blue as they had with everyone else. The light slowly went over the girls body, healing her outer wounds as well as her internal wounds.
The next thing Moira knew was darkness. Everything was dark. There was not a speck of light. No light at he end of the tunnel.
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(the next morning)
If one was to look into the small shack that laid at the edge of the town, the would see a scene not many will ever get to see.
A young man around the age of 17 looking at a beautiful young woman around 15. The stern cold eye's that everyone knew were softened, and held an immense amount of pain. He shed tears for the first time in his life.
Yes it was his sister, but he felt so much more for her. Though they were not blood, and even she did not know this. He knew his life was meant to be with her. She would lead him to his destiny, he would help guide her to hers.
He quickly sat straight up as the young woman made a slight movement. Hope shining threw the many tears that he had cried that night.
Moira slowly opened her eye's to see the view of her brother. When he suddenly reached out and grabbed her in a hug that should have squeezed whatever life was in out.
"Don't ever do that to me again, or I will kill you myself." he said threw tears of joy.
"The little girl, is she alright." Moira asked.
"She is happy and is playing in the streets with all the other children." He replied.
He suddenly looked sullen. Taking his eye's from hers. And trying to avoid her with everything he had.
"Cahir, what's wrong?" Moira asked, touching his shoulder lightly.
"The council wants to speak with us." Cahir said.
"About what I did?" Moira asked.
"Yes, we need to be there as soon as possible. You just had to be awake for it." He said.
"Cahir, I will not let them go after you for what I am, I know they fear my kind, as many do." She said lowering her head.
"And you should know, that you are my sister and will never let any one take you away from me." Cahir replied as he took her small hand.
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(an hour later)
"Cahir, you may remain in this town. But as for you Moira you must leave." The old man looked sad, and troubled at this but it was for the safety of his town and for the young woman.
"But, she saved most of the people in this town. If it were not for her we would not have a town." Cahir Shouted.
"You do not understand young man. We are not sending her away for that. We are sending her away, because when the king hears about what has happened he will come back and be looking for her. If she is not here she is safe. If she is here, she will most likely die." The old man said, looking straight into the eye's of Cahir.
"I will be leaving with her." He said
"Cahir, no, you have a life here. You need to stay, You and Father trained me well, I will be able to take care of myself." Moira said as she had tears starting to form at the corner of her beautiful icy eye's.
"I am your protector, and your teacher from now on we will go together." he said in his "it is final" tone of voice.
"Then it is decided, you will both leave at night fall, under the cover of darkness. I would suggest trying to go toward the middle section of the kingdom, as the King went in the opposite direction." The old man said.
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Hours later you could see two horses with riders atop of them sprinting away from their home. Going toward a new life and a new destiny.
