LK: you guys are going to kill me, but I won't tell you why yet.... yeah.... well, here we go.
Chapter 13: (THAT'S why this feels terrible... it's unlucky...) I won't name this one.
Sarras stepped off onto the landing and flinched as Mawat tripped and fell into her. She turned around, and he gave her an uneasy smile/grimace kind of look. She huffed quietly and walked on.
HOURS LATER
"WHAT THE bleep IS GOING ON HERE!!! I HAVEN'T SEEN HIDE NOR HAIR OF A SINGLE BLOOMING PERSON!! SHOW YOURSELVES YOU COWARDS!!! ARE YOU AFRAID OF A NOVICE GODDESS WHO CAN'T EVEN WALK RIGHT!!! THIS IS NOT THE TIME OF THE ... gulp month...?... crap..."
She stopped suddenly as Mithros materialized right in front of her. "um, hiya!" she said sheepishly. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and began speaking at breakneck speed. "sir, I've been having these dreams about this kid and I was just wondering if I'm experiencing some sort of prophecy.... thing......?" Apparently out of breath she swayed. A pair of hands behind her reached out to break her fall. She turned around, expecting to find Mawat there, but instead she found another ... man? adolescent? She was suddenly lost for words.
The stranger smiled and held out his hand. She took it, and he introduced himself. "Hi, my name's Namio. I know yours is Sarras: your grandmother does nothing but talk about you, and she's my next door neighbor." Sarras laughed a little at that. He smiled, then looked concerned. "I noticed you looked a little unstable on your feet there. Is everything ok?"
His question reminded her why she was here. "No, everything is not ok. I've been having these dreams lately, and I avoid sleeping because of them. I thought when I came here, I could get some answers, but Mawat wouldn't let me go alone...." She looked around. "where is Mawat?!"
Namio shifted his feet. "We had to ..." he cleared his throat. "He isn't..." He shifted his gaze from his feet to look pleadingly at Mithros.
Mithros glanced apologetically at Sarras. "He has been detained, and is now on trial. He was banished, remember?"
Sarras looked incredulously from one to the other. "But... I was banished too! Aren't I allowed to be put on trial too?!"
Mithros shook his head. "Your grandmother pointed out to me that you were not allowed to be banished in the first place. You stay, he goes."
"What happened to the trial?! You sound as though he has already been convicted!"
Namio spoke up. "Sweetheart, trials about mortals are different up here. We only have them so that they know why we're sending them to the Black God early."
Sarras looked out at the expanse of grass, but didn't see the beauty of the field. All she saw was charred ground, the fire of love having consumed everything in a young man's future. She heard Mawat's voice calling out to her, screaming for her to save him.
Her dream was REALITY.
Her mind and body shut down. She collapsed into the waiting arms of Namio. Not caring who held her up, she sobbed for the destruction of a good soul for her misdemeanor. She vaguely heard Krypioth and Mithros talking in hushed tones around her, and all of a sudden, she wasn't standing anymore. She was floating it seemed. She looked around and saw that Namio was carrying her. She sobbed once more and passed out.
NAMIO'S POV
(A/N: she's just fainted.)
Namio looked at the girl in his arms. She's so young! was his first reaction. Then he looked closer. He saw in her what he hadn't seen in a girl in a very long time: devotion. Struck by the sincerity of her ... aura...(?) he looked at her even closer. She wasn't what you'd call pretty; "pretty" meant delicate, and there was no way he was going to dare to insult this girl by calling her delicate. She was well built, for a girl, and she seemed to be concerned about her weight, he noticed. She weighed far too little for the amount of muscle she carried. /Well, Sarras m'dear, we'll just have to fix that, now won't we? Yes. We will. / He smiled as he took her to his cabin near a lake he had made himself.
Chapter 13: (THAT'S why this feels terrible... it's unlucky...) I won't name this one.
Sarras stepped off onto the landing and flinched as Mawat tripped and fell into her. She turned around, and he gave her an uneasy smile/grimace kind of look. She huffed quietly and walked on.
HOURS LATER
"WHAT THE bleep IS GOING ON HERE!!! I HAVEN'T SEEN HIDE NOR HAIR OF A SINGLE BLOOMING PERSON!! SHOW YOURSELVES YOU COWARDS!!! ARE YOU AFRAID OF A NOVICE GODDESS WHO CAN'T EVEN WALK RIGHT!!! THIS IS NOT THE TIME OF THE ... gulp month...?... crap..."
She stopped suddenly as Mithros materialized right in front of her. "um, hiya!" she said sheepishly. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and began speaking at breakneck speed. "sir, I've been having these dreams about this kid and I was just wondering if I'm experiencing some sort of prophecy.... thing......?" Apparently out of breath she swayed. A pair of hands behind her reached out to break her fall. She turned around, expecting to find Mawat there, but instead she found another ... man? adolescent? She was suddenly lost for words.
The stranger smiled and held out his hand. She took it, and he introduced himself. "Hi, my name's Namio. I know yours is Sarras: your grandmother does nothing but talk about you, and she's my next door neighbor." Sarras laughed a little at that. He smiled, then looked concerned. "I noticed you looked a little unstable on your feet there. Is everything ok?"
His question reminded her why she was here. "No, everything is not ok. I've been having these dreams lately, and I avoid sleeping because of them. I thought when I came here, I could get some answers, but Mawat wouldn't let me go alone...." She looked around. "where is Mawat?!"
Namio shifted his feet. "We had to ..." he cleared his throat. "He isn't..." He shifted his gaze from his feet to look pleadingly at Mithros.
Mithros glanced apologetically at Sarras. "He has been detained, and is now on trial. He was banished, remember?"
Sarras looked incredulously from one to the other. "But... I was banished too! Aren't I allowed to be put on trial too?!"
Mithros shook his head. "Your grandmother pointed out to me that you were not allowed to be banished in the first place. You stay, he goes."
"What happened to the trial?! You sound as though he has already been convicted!"
Namio spoke up. "Sweetheart, trials about mortals are different up here. We only have them so that they know why we're sending them to the Black God early."
Sarras looked out at the expanse of grass, but didn't see the beauty of the field. All she saw was charred ground, the fire of love having consumed everything in a young man's future. She heard Mawat's voice calling out to her, screaming for her to save him.
Her dream was REALITY.
Her mind and body shut down. She collapsed into the waiting arms of Namio. Not caring who held her up, she sobbed for the destruction of a good soul for her misdemeanor. She vaguely heard Krypioth and Mithros talking in hushed tones around her, and all of a sudden, she wasn't standing anymore. She was floating it seemed. She looked around and saw that Namio was carrying her. She sobbed once more and passed out.
NAMIO'S POV
(A/N: she's just fainted.)
Namio looked at the girl in his arms. She's so young! was his first reaction. Then he looked closer. He saw in her what he hadn't seen in a girl in a very long time: devotion. Struck by the sincerity of her ... aura...(?) he looked at her even closer. She wasn't what you'd call pretty; "pretty" meant delicate, and there was no way he was going to dare to insult this girl by calling her delicate. She was well built, for a girl, and she seemed to be concerned about her weight, he noticed. She weighed far too little for the amount of muscle she carried. /Well, Sarras m'dear, we'll just have to fix that, now won't we? Yes. We will. / He smiled as he took her to his cabin near a lake he had made himself.