Fragments Part 1

Lykaios entered without knocking, his mood darker than ever. With the birth now days away he was still deciding on whether to kill it or not, he would not be able to hide the child’s death but that would be a small price to pay. Sorcha quietly watched him, her hand gently caressing her stomach “What can I do for you my Lord” she asked politely. Glaring at her swelling he barked “Cailean has asked me to see you are alright” giving a weak smile to nodded “I am very well, thank you” With a shrug he turned to go “It wasn’t me who was asking” He had hardly seen her since she had told him, his anger had been the worst anyone had seen taking several days to settle to a smoldering, Cailean thought it best if he had as little contact with her as possible.

Sorcha took a seat, she was feeling decidedly unwell, the child was draining her body and soul and now she was counting the days…in more than one way. “Please will you not sit with me for a while?” Lykaios growled but sat, staring at the floor. “I am sorry” she whispered placing a hand on his arm. Wrenching his arm from her touch he jumped to his feet “Sorry for what, the sex or for bringing another aberration into the world” Crossing the room she took his hand and placed it on her stomach holding there “This child is meant to be, she is the light” Here we go again, more cryptic answers, light, what the hell did that mean? “I wish I could convince you, show you that sometimes what happens is meant to happen, is part of the Great Mother’s plan” Lykaios laughed maliciously “The Great Mother, my dear, you are in the wrong province, The Great Mother is a phoney, a dream thought up to keep you in line, what kindness would allow such beasts to live” pointing to her stomach.

Sorcha watched him leave, she had so many things she wanted to say but time was short. Poor Lykaios, he had a rage inside him, a hatred for himself, what he was and what he always would be. Instinct prevented him from destroying himself or he would have done it long ago but there was a reason for his existence, with his job now done she wished him peace and happiness. Downstairs she searched for Cailean, finding him in the hall. “What can I do for you my little Fae?” offering her a seat “Send Lykaios away” Cailean stared at her, was she mad, send him away now? “Your province is safe…for now; send him away anywhere just send him” He looked at her trying to read what she was not saying “You are hiding something?” Making sure of no other ears she told him…..

“Hey!” Kelsa opened her eyes “What?” hearing shuffling from the other cell she guessed whoever was there was moving closer “My names Fenn, what’s yours?” Kelsa sighed, she hated this, having to talk to them get to know them only to kill them in time “Kelsa” seeing the guard turn they went quiet, It watched them for a moment then turned away again. “How long you been here?” Kelsa thought for a moment, nine, ten full moons maybe longer “A while” Fenn murmured something about arriving a short while ago “I, err, saw you were otherwise engaged” She almost laughed, engaged was putting mildly, every night the ones left to guard took her in turns, did things that you wouldn't dream of in your worst nightmare “You can put it that way” Fenn grunted “Disgusting creatures, they have no right” Kelsa stayed silent, why worry about it, she had switched off long ago.

Fenn watched as the guards passed, their smell overpowering. He looked around, in the dim light he could make out very little but the air was heavy with death. “What province you from?” Shifting in the dirt she settled down for the night “Rusulka, you?” Fenn closed his eyes, he could see the trees, smell the grass “Clearlyn” So he was Elvin, not bad at fighting but better with their minds, a bit too logical for her taste “Goodnight Elf” Fenn settled but didn't sleep, he had a good idea what was to happen to him, he wasn’t worried but he wished now he hadn't split from his group.

The winter sun woke Kelsa, even with such low temperatures and falling snow its rays could give a nice warmth. “Morning Kelsa” Giving a curt morning she relieved herself then waited for the door to open. Pushing the key in the lock it barked at her and keeping her eyes down she followed it outside. Thrusting a sword at her she waited for Fenn who appeared looking confused “What’s going on?” Running her fingers along the blade she imagined it slicing the Demons throat “We must fight” Fenn looked at the sword in his hand “Fight, I don’t think so” Moving closer her eyes flashed with anger “You will fight, you must” Backing off she went into position and waited. Fenn looked at her then the watching Hellion, waving their hands they snarled demanding he attacked.

Fenn was not going to last long if he only wore what he had. He had been easy on her, not wanting to cause pain. She didn't feel sorry for him, far from it she would kill him one day just like the others but she sensed a skill in him, someone worthy of fighting. The guards changed and getting his attention she whispered something to him. The Hellion nodded in agreement but at a price. Opening the door he slide inside, pushing her to her knees he undid his trousers. Kelsa looked away, not in revulsion but she nearly looked him in the eye, big mistake. Taking his offering in her hand she closed her eyes. Fenn heard the grunts of excitement and cringed; to treat a woman in such away was unimaginable, not elfin. He tried to blot the sounds from his mind but being so close made it impossible. The grunts turned into a squeal causing the others to take a look. They wanted a turn. Fenn listened with vomit rising as they beat her in between.

Sorcha watched the sun rise; its rays bathed the barren land in a golden glow. Climbing above the mountains it rose like a phoenix from the ashes of night. Letting the warmth spread across her skin she closed her eyes and basked in its glory. The Realm was falling, there shards were shattered across the land but as always the sun rose and set. Looking down she rubbed her stomach, the pain not yet bothersome, she already new what name to give, had informed Cailean of the ceremony he had to perform along with Ianu. Lykaios was gone, sent away by Cailean on her wishes, she knew he would not harm the child she wanted him away for another reason. He would be angry probably furious but it had to be done.

Naila was sent to Cailean who sent Shoid to fetch Ianu and together they went to the tower. In a great deal of pain Sorcha lay on the bed with Naila fussing over her. A storm broke overhead, the thunder roared and the rain hammered against the window. Lightening lit up the sky and the wind howled,Cailean looked at Ianu with questioning eyes and was given a nod, the Wise One knew. The baby was breach and would not be easy to deliver but with patience and care from The Wise One the child finally slide from its mother just as the moon started to descend, at that moment the window burst open and the wind rushed into the room, Ianu stared in surprise as it seemed to scoop the child into its invisible embrace and lift the child into the air then handed it to him. Handing her to Sorcha who stared at the tiny mestizo for that was what she was, a half-breed, a mix of the light and the shadow but she was perfect all the same. Ianu took the child and between him and Cailean they performed the ceremony “What name will you give?” Ianu asked.

Sorcha looked at the child, her child and understood how her Mother had felt “Eirene” Ianu nodded and holding the child to the sky asked the Great Mother to look over the child and teach her the ways of the light, Cailean followed suit by asking Orean to teach her the way of the Shadows. The ceremony over Cailean handed her to Sorcha to feed. Closing her eyes she embraced the feeling of Eirene against her body, sucking at her breast. Ianu watched as she held the babe tight as her life slowly slipped away. Seeing her arms go limp he took the protesting child and went to Naila. Cailean watched with misery as her breathing slowed ‘Cailean, I have done what I was meant to do, this child is the key, born in the wind between the sun and the moon she will bring order to disorder’ He listened to the strained voice in his head, Damn it, even near death they could not give an answer, Cailean opened his mouth to ask but Sorcha was gone……

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