Kalasin
The story of Thayet's mother
She was as stunning as a rose in full bloom. With hair so black it shown blue and large hazel eyes, Kalasin, Daughter of the Great Warlord, was the most beautiful woman in the world…and the most unfortunate one as well. Her father had made a deal with a malicious man to become her husband and on that day she sat in her father's tent and awaiting her husband's arrival. Hearing hoof beats; she turned her lovely face toward the opening of the tent and walked out quickly drying her tears and straightening her white dress. Warm, hazel eyes meet hard, black ones as she faced her husband. He smiled cruelly and lifted her onto his horse. He kicked the stallion into a gallop and Kalasin disappeared into the horizon.
She sobbed her heart out on the palace floor. Long, black tendrils of her hair fell on her face, covering the many bruises ministered upon her by her husband, the jin Wilma. She slowly crawled to a small chair and sat down. Drying her tear-stained face, she looked in to the mirror. Although purple and black splotches covered delicate features, she was still heart-breakingly beautiful. "What will I do?" An unwanted tear fell down on her battered cheek. Kalasin clutched her stomach. She was three months pregnant and knew the child was a girl. "He will surely kill me when I do not provide him a male heir to the throne." With a hopeless sigh, Kalasin rose and stiffly walked to the large, empty bed. She laid down and covered herself with the silky blankets. As she fell asleep she thought about the child. I think I shall name her Thayet, after my own mother.
A young girl tearfully ran to a raven-haired woman sitting by a window. "Oh mama, please don't leave me!" The girl fell into the woman's lap and wept. "My darling Thayet, I will always be with you. Just look here." Kalasin pointed to her young daughter's chest. Thayet hugged her mother, the queen. With the same ebony hair and hazel eyes, Thayet resembled her mother, all accept for her arched nose, which made her all the lovelier. Thayet's full, red lips turned into a pout as she begged her mother silently not to go through with this. Kalasin sighed, knowing she would miss her daughter when she reached the dark realms of the Black God. She heard the pounding of the guards as they tried to break down her door. She rose and headed toward her balcony, which over looked the city. A large group of people had gathered to watch their exquisite queen meet her end. Shakily, Kalasin stood on the ledge. She shouted her last words to the crowd, regarding her husband's mistreatment of her and Thayet. She jumped. For a few seconds she felt free, like a bird on a summer's day, and then darkness came.