The Priestess
The wind blew slightly through the barren branches of the old tree. A soft haunting melody drifted on the wind, the scent of lilies came and at the base of the tree a figure appeared. The figure was the one emitting the music; a flute was in its hands. Slowly it raises and its hood falls back revealing black-blue hair as it walks forward the figure stops to play and the robes fell away to the ground. As they fell they revealed the figure as a woman.
She slowly bent down and picked up the robes and walked forward. Darkness seeped through the branches of the old tree, from this darkness a tall masculine figure appeared. He slowly walked toward the woman; the only sound was his booted feet on the hard ground. The woman spun around and took a defensive stance. The man stopped and bowed to her, motioning for her to calm down.
Cautiously the woman relaxed but did not lower her guard. The man walked closer to her and placing a hand in her shoulder said in a clam voice “It’s alright Lightone. I am not here to harm you.” The woman, who was slightly shorter then the man, batted at his hand and in a kind of fierce voice said “I am not a Lightone! I am a Child of the Wind and you are a Darkone so what do you want!?” The man smiled and looked down on her; a rich laugh erupted from his porcelain lips. He placed both hands on her shoulders and pointy said “Forgive me Child of the Wind, your aura is just so strong. It’s just like the one of a Lightone I know. And as to the fact that I am a Darkone, it does not matter if I am or not. Does it bother you, ‘o beautiful Child of the Wind?”
The woman slightly agitated batted at both of his hands. She glared fiercely at him and in a rather harsh voice said “I don’t give a crap about my aura. I am not a stupid Lightone. I am a proud Windling, and who are you, as a mere Darkone, to call me, a powerful Child of the Wind, beautiful?” she turned away from him and started to walk away.
The man hastily ran in front of her and said “Hey now! Why are you being so mean? I’m sorry if I have insulted you but I am not, as you said, a mere Darkone. I am their king, the most powerful of them all. I simply came to see whose aura was so strong and well sitting on a throne all the time is kinda boring. Please don’t go away I never get to talk to people from a different race.” He looked right into her eyes and pleaded with her mentally to stay and talk. The woman shifted slightly and looked back at him. As his eyes penetrated her she found herself blushing; she suddenly looked up and down him noting his marvelous features.
She noted his milk white skin and beautiful long legs as well as his elegantly shaped body and his beautiful black hair and gorgeous green eyes. She slowly stepped forward and placed a cautious hand on his chest. She looked up at him and said “I am sorry. You surprised me and all. Please forgive my rudeness. Let me introduce myself. I am Shiza Mikizu. I am a High Priestess of our wind temple.” She bowed slightly towards him and her robes fell away again revealing her pale skin and the huge, gaping wound on her side.
Hurriedly she pulled up her robes and turned bright red. The man lurched forward and in a worried voice said “PRIESTESS! What happened? By all that I hold dear you must come with me and let my sages heal the horrible wound.” He suddenly stopped and asked “Why does it not bleed Priestess?” She merely smiled and said to him “Because of my ability you Majesty.” He looked at her confused and scratched his head. He said to her “Uhm what do you mean? What kind of ability can cease all bleeding!? Can you explain?” She nodded and laughed lightly. Slowly she held out her flute and said “When I play my flute I am able to plug the wound with air. And by taking careful planned steps the air will stay in place and I will not bleed to death.” She paused and cringed as she overstepped; blood came rushing down her side and the man lunged forward
In a panicked voice he said “This is too much. I don’t care what you say. I am taking you to my sages to heal this horrendous wound!” He picked her up as she cupped her wound. Darkness surrounded him and the priestess, moments later they appeared in his courtyard. He shouted for help as he slowly knelt down on the ground and placed her softly on the ground. He removed his shirt and shouted again for the sages to come.
Blood flowed from the priestess’ body and the man used his short to try and stop the bleeding. The woman smiled and placed a hand on his face. She said “Please don’t despair you highness. My life is at its end. Please take this and burn my body; spread my ashes across a field of lilies. Please do his for me your highness. I am sorry for my previous rudeness.” Slowly she closed her eyes and held out her flute and prayer beads. She coughed a little and said “I am glad to have met you. I am glad that the last person that I am to see before death was such a beautiful Darkone. Good bye your highness.” Slowly life faded from her body as the sage came. In rage the man screamed out and hit the sage. He yelled out “What took you so long!? You could have saved her!” Tears running down his milk he fell to the ground saying “You could’ve saved her.”
His sadness lingered for months after the Priestess’s death. He had done as she asked and spread her ashes across a field of lilies. Everyday he went to a memorial made in her honor. He wore her prayer beads and stroked her flute every morning. Never in his life did he leave his palace after that day. He stayed in his nice, warm palace; locked away from his pain.
 Annal Combustion · Sun Nov 26, 2006 @ 10:42pm · 1 Comments |
