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Sky Falling
Thirty-four years ago - Ahe'ey
Sky saw horror reflected in her mother's eyes as their front door was abruptly knocked down by a sharp blow. She could hear her newborn baby sister crying uncontrollably. The baby was tightly wrapped in the cotton sling that hung over her mother's chest. Ten-year-old Sky tried to control the fast thundering of her heartbeat as four Hu'urei surrounded them.
At first, Sky's mother, Gráinne, did not react to the men. The Yi'ingo finished braiding Sky's wild copper hair. Then Gráinne placed her fingers on Sky's chin and looked into her eyes. With her eyes, the mother pointed to the open window that stood a few meters from the young girl. Sky stood frozen, processing her mother's silent command. The girl's eyes were wide, her lips squeezed between her teeth.
Before Sky could react, Gráinne stood up, dagger in hand, carrying her youngest on her chest. The man that stood between Sky and the window fell as Gráinne slashed his throat with a single swipe. The girl watched nervously; she feared for her mother. Gráinne was faster and more accomplished in battle than any Hu'urei in the land, but she had given birth just the night before.
"Go Sky! Fetch help." Gráinne screamed as she placed her body between the rest of the Hu'urei and Sky. The Yi'ingo held her dagger in front of her baby, commanding the full attention of the men. Sky hesitated, watching her mother stumble and nearly faint. She was weak, too weak to fight three men with a child in her arms.
"Don't kill them. We need them alive," said Iblis, managing the rage of his men, angered by the death of their companion. The three Hu'urei unsheathed their swords.
Sky ran toward the open window. She dived straight over the window-sill and rolled on the ground into a standing position. She looked back to meet her mother's eyes. The curls of her blood coloured hair covered her face and hid the panic in her chestnut eyes.
"Leave the girl," ordered Iblis keeping his eyes set on Gráinne, "she's not yet of fertile age." The three men surrounded the woman, Iblis' sword pointed towards her baby. "Yi'ingo, drop your sword or the child will die."
Sky raced as fast as she could, ignoring the blood gushing from a scrapped knee caused by the impact of the fall. I'll come back for you, mother!
Viviane waited as her sister, Luna, caressed the golden hair of her six-year-old son. Bastian was sleeping soundly as his mother kissed his forehead. The two Ange'el women walked together to one of the external pavilions that surrounded the Sacred House.
"I think my Bas will leave Ange'el to become a Ma'asai. He spent the entire day planting melons and squash at the farms. I struggled to clean the clay stuck under his fingernails," Luna said.
"He has a deep connection with nature. Your child is too wild to care about the mysteries, knowledge and crystals of the Sacred House. He will thrive at the farms."
"I can't bear to part with him. He'll have to stay with me for a few more years."
Luna's husband, Lucas, sat outside on the floor in front of the pyre of fire that burned in observance of the summer solstice. The sisters did not interrupt his meditation; they sat beside him, attempting to connect with the elders that no longer roamed the Earth.
With her eyes closed, Viviane asked her foremothers for the most precious gift—another child; a pure-blooded descendant of the Royal bloodline. A sibling to her son, to help safeguard and propagate the powerful genes that Viviane and Luna had inherited from their ancestors. At the age of seventy-eight, she was still very young, and she hoped to bare two more royal children.
Deep into her prayer, her mind wandered into the realm of those who no longer had a physical body and in that state, she did not see the danger that lurked a few metres away. The largest of the Hu'urei kicked Lucas in the head twice before the Ange'el had a chance to open his eyes.
"Sathian! What are you doing?"
Thirty-four years ago - Ahe'ey
Sky saw horror reflected in her mother's eyes as their front door was abruptly knocked down by a sharp blow. She could hear her newborn baby sister crying uncontrollably. The baby was tightly wrapped in the cotton sling that hung over her mother's chest. Ten-year-old Sky tried to control the fast thundering of her heartbeat as four Hu'urei surrounded them.
At first, Sky's mother, Gráinne, did not react to the men. The Yi'ingo finished braiding Sky's wild copper hair. Then Gráinne placed her fingers on Sky's chin and looked into her eyes. With her eyes, the mother pointed to the open window that stood a few meters from the young girl. Sky stood frozen, processing her mother's silent command. The girl's eyes were wide, her lips squeezed between her teeth.
Before Sky could react, Gráinne stood up, dagger in hand, carrying her youngest on her chest. The man that stood between Sky and the window fell as Gráinne slashed his throat with a single swipe. The girl watched nervously; she feared for her mother. Gráinne was faster and more accomplished in battle than any Hu'urei in the land, but she had given birth just the night before.
"Go Sky! Fetch help." Gráinne screamed as she placed her body between the rest of the Hu'urei and Sky. The Yi'ingo held her dagger in front of her baby, commanding the full attention of the men. Sky hesitated, watching her mother stumble and nearly faint. She was weak, too weak to fight three men with a child in her arms.
"Don't kill them. We need them alive," said Iblis, managing the rage of his men, angered by the death of their companion. The three Hu'urei unsheathed their swords.
Sky ran toward the open window. She dived straight over the window-sill and rolled on the ground into a standing position. She looked back to meet her mother's eyes. The curls of her blood coloured hair covered her face and hid the panic in her chestnut eyes.
"Leave the girl," ordered Iblis keeping his eyes set on Gráinne, "she's not yet of fertile age." The three men surrounded the woman, Iblis' sword pointed towards her baby. "Yi'ingo, drop your sword or the child will die."
Sky raced as fast as she could, ignoring the blood gushing from a scrapped knee caused by the impact of the fall. I'll come back for you, mother!
Viviane waited as her sister, Luna, caressed the golden hair of her six-year-old son. Bastian was sleeping soundly as his mother kissed his forehead. The two Ange'el women walked together to one of the external pavilions that surrounded the Sacred House.
"I think my Bas will leave Ange'el to become a Ma'asai. He spent the entire day planting melons and squash at the farms. I struggled to clean the clay stuck under his fingernails," Luna said.
"He has a deep connection with nature. Your child is too wild to care about the mysteries, knowledge and crystals of the Sacred House. He will thrive at the farms."
"I can't bear to part with him. He'll have to stay with me for a few more years."
Luna's husband, Lucas, sat outside on the floor in front of the pyre of fire that burned in observance of the summer solstice. The sisters did not interrupt his meditation; they sat beside him, attempting to connect with the elders that no longer roamed the Earth.
With her eyes closed, Viviane asked her foremothers for the most precious gift—another child; a pure-blooded descendant of the Royal bloodline. A sibling to her son, to help safeguard and propagate the powerful genes that Viviane and Luna had inherited from their ancestors. At the age of seventy-eight, she was still very young, and she hoped to bare two more royal children.
Deep into her prayer, her mind wandered into the realm of those who no longer had a physical body and in that state, she did not see the danger that lurked a few metres away. The largest of the Hu'urei kicked Lucas in the head twice before the Ange'el had a chance to open his eyes.
"Sathian! What are you doing?"
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