"aaaaaaah....the grass.
how long has it been "..."maybe three to four weeks"
KYRAAAA....KYRAAAAA
TIME FOR DINNER .......KYYYYRAAA
In the name of elfador where are you
" hnnmm, i can hear dads voice . but the grass is calling me stonger."...hearin his voice reach a crescendo, i stand up and look down at the stream beside the lush field where ive been resting. blue eyes and golden lush tresses look back at me.
suddenly i am transported to a time seventeen years ago....when my mother died.
the smoke fills my lungs, i look myself and see the body of a six year old. immediately, the same grappling fear seizes me as i shout for my mother.
'mommy!!!!!......
i hear footsteps and look up from where i have crouched admist the flames and i see a man in black and red with a funny looking emblem on his shirt, at first i think he is one of the firma,
'help me please '.... he turns around slowly amd the first thing i see is his feral grin on a mouth with far too many teeth, then i feel it, a strange pulling on my soul....then my eyes find their way to his
and i see the truth, his eyes are red as hell..he is a hell spawn...
'aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrgghhhhh'
as he lungs for me, he stops midway and i hear the voice of my mother, for some reason
the only thing i can remember that day about her face are her eyes, they are aquamarine normally, but now, they glow an unnatural blue, she has a blade through the heart of the hell spawn and throws him down with force which does not show through her size.
she scoops me up and takes me away from the house leaving the body of the hell spawn on the floor .
as we reach the portico of our home, we are greeted with a grim sight.
there are over a dozen hell spawns before us...gritting her teeth my mother sets me down
'kyra, run to the garden shed out back and lock the door , open it for no-one and wait till i come back'
'such brave words for a woman who is going to die, dont you think Adelaide?' says one of the hell spawns with a manic grin on his inscrutable features.
as i run , tears fall down my face, i look back and see the hell spawns with weapons drawn and surprisingly, my mother has two obsidian jirqs in her hands, she spares me a look of fierce determination, then i see her eyes...
they terrify me, blue veins are stretching from her eyes to the rest of her body, looking like lightning under her skin.
as i get to the shed, i quickly enter and bolt the door, immediately i do, a booming sound is heard and the hinges on the shed door blow out, blue light washes over me and i hear the agonizing screams of the hell spawns dying before i go under.....
till now... i dont know how the fire started, or what happened at the end or even what caused the blast.
even till now, the memory of that day comes in flashes and bursts.
shaking her head, kyra stands up and looks at the meadow and sighs......
"if only life could be as peaceful as this"
'ggghrrruggl'.......a growl escapes from her stomach and she laughs a musical laugh with a grin on her face
"i think its time to go back, lemme see what dad has cooked up"
dusting my green and brown summer gown, i walk the five minute distance from the meadow back to our cottage with the mind of practicing the meditation techniques professor Ozpin taught me
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looking down from my verandah, i look round at the palace of veld in all its breathtaking splendor. normally, when people look at my fathers palace, they see opulence and grandeur. when i do, i just see the resources and lives wasted to create it. every gold cup has a story behind it, every single pillar.
i hear a knock at the door. i spare a glance at the blood oak paneled door frame ...
' enter'...
in comes Markus, my personal manservant, his black hair glinting in the golden sunlight. i look at him taking in his lean muscular frame and gray eyes i smile, maybe somethings can be .....
'hnnmph what is it this time Markus'?
..' young master...its time for the morning meal.' 'your father seeks your presence at the table
presence at t.
"i look down at Markus and frown"
' tell him i will be there soon '
"aaaaagh...when will i have even a moment of peace from my father"said baori with a hand in the tresses of his red hair.
i walk towards the adjoining room which is the bath, i look round and my eyes rest on the mirror, its large oval frame with gilded silver edges reflects who i have become.
i look at my face and i my arms tremble, the green eyes, hawk like nose and chiseled features of my dad look back at me. my fingers find their way to my ama hair, which is the only thing i have left of mother.
' aaaahh' Baori said with a look of bliss on his face as he dipped his legs into the steaming bath, scrubbing his body, he thinks of what trival matter father wants to discuss at this early hour.
"even if it is something as trival as white cows having black offspring, father's still gonna put a mighty spin to it........hnnnmmm'
coming out of his bathtub, he walks to his silver oak dresser and looks over what he might wear today...
after a long period of mulling over what to wear, he finally settles on a red and blue embroidered doublet with golden tassels.
normally chamberlains and slaves would help dress him, but he saw no need of that.
'Markus, take me to my father'
' yes master'
we take a long walk down richly decorated corridors and hallways, with the pictures of past leaders hanging from silver hooks embedded into the Argun stone walls.
our journey reaches its end without me noticing.
'we are here master Baori'
YOU ARE READING
the half born
Fantasy---------- -- kyra has been a lonely child since birth having only her father to take care of her since the death of her mother due to a freak fire accident when she was six. she lives in a tiny village on the shores of Dunmoor. --------- on the oth...
