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No one knew of the stranger that had made her way to Ardid. Another woman was to serve in the temple and commotion was once again a part of Ardid. Yet, Aisha was not so moved by this. Her eyes scanned the outer city of Ardid through her large window, her vampire eyes moving rapidly as if looking for something. Would she lead these people? Would she finally act as the queen that she was?
A small smile crept across her mouth as she moved away from the window and into her room. Yes. She could feel it in the air that a change was coming. Her skin could feel it as well as her spirit. Would the change be good? It didn't matter. To have a change in Ardid was quite a feat. Ah yes, Ardid, the never changing city.
Aisha walked down towards her bed and lay there for a while, thinking of things, of anything that came to mind. That was something that she rarely did. It was best not to think in Ardid at times, it would drive anyone mad. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she played with one of the golden rings that graced her fingers. With one quick movement she took it off and threw it across the room, wanting to be rid of any jewelry that had been given to her by Sahaid. One by one, she took off all her jewelry until there was nothing left except the silver anklet that had been a part of her left ankle for many years. It was the first gift given to her by Sahaid and with that, she had never taken it off, afraid that she might lose it. She remembered the way he stressed about how she should never lose such a gift. It was a symbol to her union to him. What did it matter now? Gently, she tried to undo the clasp that held the silver anklet together but it was useless. Could the years have done this to it? No. It was something more that held it together. She tried to undo with force, pulling the two ends apart but that appeared to be useless as well.
No. It could not be. This could not be true! Aisha grunted in frustration, never having felt as weak as she did now, she let out a scream of frustration and threw one of the golden candleholders at the wall near the door. Was her strength leaving her? Were her gifts given to her now weakening by the lack of use? Impossible! The wall held a small indentation to where the candleholder had struck and what was once a candleholder ornately crafted was not a crushed object lying on the floor, useless.
--So there you for all of you who managed to wait this long. Once again, I'm really sorry and here's to hoping that nothing comes up to distract me again. --