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Web of Blood Prologue
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 Created on 3-21-08
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Prologue
I was born during a time of political upheaval in my country. The throne changed only a year before I was born, and my father was one of the ones most deeply involved in overthrowing the king. The new king, Salzar I, named him Duke, and he became one of the king’s most trusted advisors. The change of throne brought him new respect and power he could barely have dreamed of.
My mother was a servant, a secret. I know very little about her, but I was told that she was young and beautiful, and very smart. My father fell in love with her, but he was married to a woman named Anastasia at the time. Their time together would have ruined his reputation, but he could do nothing about it. My mother was already pregnant with me. She died giving birth.
I am a secret. I was raised an orphan. My father showed me little affection, lest his country discover it. I was given decent schooling and food, but my childhood was not a happy one. It was void of any love, what a child yearns for most. My body was well fed, but my soul was always hungry. Since I was not supposed to exist, all my life I have been virtually chained by my father’s folly.
I know I had a brother, a twin, who died before he could even be named. Sometimes I envy him, never having to worry about politics, always knowing a mothers love, wherever in the afterlife he is. He didn’t have to grow up wondering if his father even loved him, or if he was hated for being a reminder of a stain on his perfect status.
But I pity him too. I pity that he will never see a sunrise, never smell the wet grass of spring. He can never appreciate the beauty of life. He will never have a name, never feel the satisfaction of saving a life. He was never caged, but he will never know the beauty of freedom.
I became a priestess to Ahau Chamnaheez, goddess of life and healing. But I wanted nothing more than to simply to be left alone. I came to a cabin in the mountains, distanced from a village but within a brisk days walk. I provided a bed for travelers and healed them. No one knew where I came from, and very few cared. I was finally free and happy.
It was late autumn when he came to me. The man who changed my life and finally let me know love. The man who healed my soul.
I was born during a time of political upheaval in my country. The throne changed only a year before I was born, and my father was one of the ones most deeply involved in overthrowing the king. The new king, Salzar I, named him Duke, and he became one of the king’s most trusted advisors. The change of throne brought him new respect and power he could barely have dreamed of.
My mother was a servant, a secret. I know very little about her, but I was told that she was young and beautiful, and very smart. My father fell in love with her, but he was married to a woman named Anastasia at the time. Their time together would have ruined his reputation, but he could do nothing about it. My mother was already pregnant with me. She died giving birth.
I am a secret. I was raised an orphan. My father showed me little affection, lest his country discover it. I was given decent schooling and food, but my childhood was not a happy one. It was void of any love, what a child yearns for most. My body was well fed, but my soul was always hungry. Since I was not supposed to exist, all my life I have been virtually chained by my father’s folly.
I know I had a brother, a twin, who died before he could even be named. Sometimes I envy him, never having to worry about politics, always knowing a mothers love, wherever in the afterlife he is. He didn’t have to grow up wondering if his father even loved him, or if he was hated for being a reminder of a stain on his perfect status.
But I pity him too. I pity that he will never see a sunrise, never smell the wet grass of spring. He can never appreciate the beauty of life. He will never have a name, never feel the satisfaction of saving a life. He was never caged, but he will never know the beauty of freedom.
I became a priestess to Ahau Chamnaheez, goddess of life and healing. But I wanted nothing more than to simply to be left alone. I came to a cabin in the mountains, distanced from a village but within a brisk days walk. I provided a bed for travelers and healed them. No one knew where I came from, and very few cared. I was finally free and happy.
It was late autumn when he came to me. The man who changed my life and finally let me know love. The man who healed my soul.
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Please Login to post comments| On April 19th 2008 Sammybabe92 Said : | |
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ooo sounds interesting kmp:D |
| On March 25th 2008 xHickChick789x Said : | |
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sounds pretty interesting |
| On March 21st 2008 dangg101 Said : | |
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Good!! kmp please. ♥ it!! |
