By: Eremitic Girl
© Copyright 2013 Eremitic Girl
Part One: Destiny’s Voice
She was still clutching the baby when he drove the sword through her heart from behind. It was a quick death, the mage decided as his victim fell, the baby beneath her.
The task was completed; the baby’s parents were taken care of. Hellous had not ordered him to murder a baby and the mage was in no mood to kill a baby as well. There was no way to save her either, so he left quickly.
Yet as he mounted his horse, it occurred to him that Hellous would discover the baby. He would send another patrol to make sure no one was left alive. His mind came alive with fear for a moment before he reined in his emotions, forcing it down with a deep breath, wondering what happened to all the training he had leant.
What he didn’t learn, he thought wryly, was to disobey orders.
The mage was perturbed when he picked up the baby, wrapping her in his robe. She had the whitest blonde hair he had ever seen but that was not the most disturbing point. The baby was drenched in her own mother’s blood but was sleeping soundly.
He rode like the wind from the village to the only place he could think of that was free of Hellous’ influence. There would be questions later, he knew, about his suspicious trip to the rebel camp and his loyalty to Hellous’ would be questioned. He should stop and kill the baby. As a mage, it was his duty to respect orders from the ruler of Raen.
But duty was the last reason he was doing this. The mage knew the only person he was fooling was himself. He absently urged his tired horse faster down the dusty path.
The memory was the reason and it was ingrained deep in his consciousness forever.
He recalled everything without meaning to: the bloodbath. The metallic tang of blood in his mouth. The deathly screams of swords and innocent peasants. His own laboured breathing as he rushed into the fray, in a village very similar to the one he had just annihilated, the name of his daughter on his lips, in the tainted air.
He remembered with gruesome detail the light glinting off Hellous’ sword. The red liquid dripping off the blade. He remembered the flaxen head next to him, tossed back at an impossible angle. He remembered the screams – both his and his daughter’s.
There was nothing much to gain from saving just one baby except that maybe he could have a peaceful sleep for one night in his life knowing the girl’s mother would not haunt him for killing her daughter like he intended to haunt Hellous after he died. He had to do it, whatever the reason – he realized – even if it meant his death, because of his endless memories of his daughter, dancing on the porch of their home before he moved into the mage’s dormitory.
Would this child ever dance on the porch of her home?
His horse slowed as they reached a thick, dense forest. The mage slid off the animal and led it into the cool foliage. They travelled in silence out of the forest into a clearing where the overgrown cottage stood all alone.
Just as he set one foot out into the sunlight, he was surrounded by masked men, their weapons pointed at him. The horse whined and stomped on the grass. He stroked its mane absently, eyes squinting at the men, trying to assess his position in the ambush.
“Why are you here?” a loud voice called out. It was commanding and harsh, no obvious signs of the speaker’s age. The mage took the baby from inside his robe and laid her on the ground, pulling the horse one step back.
“Hellous commanded me to kill her mother.”
“Specifically?” the same voice asked, losing its commanding neutrality, now lower, tentative. The mage looked around at the masked men but the speaker was not one of them.
He swallowed his fear a second time that day. “Yes.”
There was a tap on the grass. And then again. It became rhythmic and two masked men parted to reveal the speaker, an old man, hunched over his walking stick. His eyes glittered with strength his body lacked. The mage felt his body stiffen as he recognized the old man. The old man turned his gaze away from him to the baby and his eyes widened slightly. Only slightly, so the distracted mage did not notice it. Then he looked up again. “Why did you save her?”
His lip curled in contempt. “He told me to kill her mother. Not her.”
“We don’t accept mage rebels.”
“I’m not a rebel.”
“Then give me a good reason for me to let you live.”
The mage gestured at the child. The old man looked down, his eyes clouded over and he seemed to have forgotten the mage was standing there as he bent down to touch the child’s bloodstained cheek.
One of his men tapped his shoulder. “Sir, the mage has escaped. Do we pursue?”
The old man looked up as if waking from a dream and shook his head. He picked the baby up from the grass. “No. Oh no. That’s not necessary. Send out a patrol to find her mother’s identity.”
As the men faded back into the shadows of the forest, they could hear him talk to the baby, “In the heathen darkness, hope will shine through moonlit sunlight. The last spiritwalker will have no voice except her debt to Raen.”
Actually I was going to write this story for five years now. I planned it for a really long time and I wrote up to twenty chapters, almost one hundred Word document pages. Then I went and abandoned it.
Now, I’m trying to write it again but I’m kind of changing the plot. My previous plot was inspired by Avatar: The Legend of Aang (I’m still crazy about that movie, I’ll tell you more about it soon) and the more I wrote, the more I thought it was an absolute copycat of Avatar – only with a girl as a main character and a different setting.
So I hope this version is totally original and that I’ll finish it. Once, when I wrote twenty chapters, I was planning it to be a trilogy. Then, when I changed the plot, abandoned the twenty chapters, I wanted it to be twelve books. Ambitious, huh? Well now I’ve decided to just make it one book but probably those with six hundred over pages and a million parts. I hope it won’t be boring though. And I hope I’ll actually finish this one!
I’m not posting this story in Figment but maybe I’ll keep posting this story on this blog if you all would like to see it!