Lost Soul Found
Disclaimer Farscape is not now, nor has it ever been, mine. I have merely borrowed characters and ideas and am making no money of my writing.
She sat in her cell contemplating her fate. This was something she did quite frequently as there was little else to do. Meals were brought to her, and only on rare occasions was she taken from her cell. What happened to her when she was taken…
There was no point on dwelling on that. She considered it part of her punishment. After all, she had committed murder.
Even though he had deserved punishment for what he had been about to do, the guilt weighed heavily upon her soul. Delvians were peaceful and spiritual not violent and vindictive. He could have been stopped without being killed, especially in the gruesome manner in which she had done the deed. Her people had been so disturbed by her actions, that they had readily turned her over to the Peacekeepers, not wanting her around as a reminder to the evils that permeated the rest of the universe.
As she sat in the darkness, her visions alternated between the love and passion she had shared with him, and how that passion had twisted into something dark and perilous when she had felt betrayed. Even now, she could feel the darkness within, threatening to overtake her. She had already attacked her guards once, and she had learned there were many things worse than imprisonment.
Her father had always told her that she was special. That was how she had met him. They had both been students at an elite school. She was positive that they were soul mates. Their thoughts seem to intertwine and very few words were needed. Together, they were two halves of a whole.
Then he had betrayed her.
The darkness roiled within, gaining strength, just as it had that fateful night when she had learned that he planned to betray their people. Rational thought had been abandoned. What he was going to do was wrong, and went against everything they believed. She had been the only one that could stop him…
"Zhaan, my flower, you are special."
She looked up and saw a wizened Delvian before her. "Father?" She reached for the vision, knowing that it could not possibly be real, but still giving in to the irrational hope of salvation.
"Look inside yourself. Deep inside. It is there. I saw it when you were young. You must find it now."
"Find what?" His words made no sense to her. Surely this was another sign of her encroaching madness, one more vision to haunt her.
"You have a strength that very few others have."
"What strength?" she demanded.
"Look inside," replied the voice of her father as he faded away.
"Father! Don't leave me!" she cried desperately, but he did not return.
Curling up in her bed, she cried herself to sleep, realizing she was losing her mind.
When she woke, she felt she knew what she had to do. Somehow, she had found the strength her father's shade had told her about. It was a very small, insignificant light buried deep within. She found that if she concentrated on it, it would flicker ever so slightly brighter.
Long ago, she had taken lessons in the Seek, but that training had been supplanted when she had met him and turned to a life of politics. Now, she realized that had been the wrong thing to do. Her life was for the Goddess. It was not too late for her to make amends for the past. The journey would be difficult, and she was sure she would stumble along the way. After all, the darkness within was still overpowering the light, but in time, she would nurture the light, as she had done the darkness. She was positive the light would win in the end.
A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this story. If you have a few moments, I would appreciate hearing from you and what you thought about it. This story was written for a challenge to look at a character or race's spirituality or religion.