The torrential rain increased from a
slight drizzle of pattering rain drops to a full-fledged gushing stream. The
water ran like rivulets across Tasha’s face. Yet she carried on sleeping
soundly for the day had been too weary for her. The rivulet made its way down
to her neck and to her hoodie soaking it thoroughly. It travelled down towards
her scarlet shorts, her slender legs and finally seeped into the small piece of
cardboard she slept on.
“I’m
afraid we can’t keep you here anymore you are a danger to both yourself and our
family” her step mother had said without any emotion. How her voice grated
against her soul. Her step father had supported her, “You’re an unnatural
being…unnatural to the point of being inhuman and we cannot grant you shelter
here for fear of safety for our family.”
That had been the last straw her step father alienating himself from
her. He had always been there for her…picked her up after her first disastrous
attempt at trying to ride her bike. That’s when she had lost control, hot tears
streamed down her eyes…her soul burning within her that everything she had been
familiar with all was a lie…she had screamed and let loose her fury…she shook
that quaint little cottage down to its foundations…loosed it from the earth and
flung it away as far as she could…she wrenched the pathway from the ground and
flung them aside She screamed and cursed at them and had run out destroying the
whole street that was once her home…
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Silvia stood up on the strong leafy
branch of that old oak she had climbed and looked out towards the horizon for
her tabby Kin. Her lime green dress billowed in the strong wind. It was getting
windier and windier by the minute and she had begun to worry for a storm was
brewing and she could feel it in her bones that this was going to be no small
storm but a huge one. The sky was
rippled with hints of amber, russet and deep crimson… The sky looks like a bleeding painting. Oh Kin where are you? Hurry
fast the storm is brewing and I know how helpless you are when it rains…
she let out a deep sigh her golden hair fanning out behind her.
Silvia belonged to an ancient clan;
members of which had electricity of high quantities flowing through their
bodies and could generate and dispel any amount of electrical charge to others
and their surroundings. Their history is muddled for their heritage goes back
even before the earth came into being. Some said their ancestry was not so far
behind and they were merely descendants of gods and some denied their existence.
The Sähkölaitteet however were unperturbed by it for they had always been
discreet of their powers. Silvia was the daughter of Ormund and Helvettica both
masters of their powers. The Sähkölaitteet’s ancient enemy were the Greek gods
of wind and rain. Ninety thousand years
ago there was a war between them and The Sähkölaitteet had vanquished them and
taken control of the wind and rain. Now one by one the Gods were reappearing at
a time when they were at their weakest. As the years of peace started rolling
by, many of the clan’s members were lulled into a sense of security and decided
to renounce their powers in exchange of a normal life. Silvia’s parents had
also done the same. And so when Ridai paid them a visit they couldn’t defend themselves and
Ormund had left Silvia in the street so that at least she may be saved. Ridai
was not a pure god…nor was he a demi god… they never called themselves
anything. All that the learned knew were that he had the gods in his ancestry
and knew that there were many of them. Ridai’s true form was that of a human
body with that of a snake but magic ran deep in their blood and so they could blend into the
world of humans as if he were one of them. Now 20 years have passed and the
baby has grown to a strong young woman.
Silvia smiled and waved towards Kin as
soon as she saw him running towards her as fast as she can bearing a large
sapphire ring. Silvia slid down the tree and nestled next to Kin smelling her fur,
caressing and hugging her. How I missed you she said to her orange and black
striped cat…Kin purred in happiness she had missed Silvia a lot too.
Silvia had sent her to her old childhood
home to salvage the large sapphire ring that she is carrying now. It is the
only crest of her ancient heritage that she has now and the only proof that she
is a member of the Sähkölaitteet. For twenty years she had been on the streets
and now she finally knew her heritage as her mother’s spirit had appeared
before her few days back and had told her of her heritage and gave her some
tutoring so that she may be able to utilise her powers better.
Her
mother had appeared to her right in front of her rather than in a dream so she
would believe her better… Her mother had said, “You are not as alone as before.
There are rising stars of other tribes too who will help us in our quest and vengeance.
Take heart and look for a mover…she you should follow however young she might be.”
A mover? She thought, who is a mover? What
does a mover do? What tribe could she be from? And to add to my woes I am only
aware of my own tribe and not any other….
Thus the day passed…Silvia and Kin
around a small campfire…the little area protected by the magic that Silvia’s
mother had taught her; their features glowing a warm honey drenched in the
firelight.
Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.William Shakespeare
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Omiaos looked towards the stars trying to decipher what future
of him the hid. Oblivious to the attention they were getting the stars
continued twinkling in the charcoal black night as if to say that he were no
more significant than the next sand grain. “What news my friend?” he asked of
Ridai as he strode in briskly in his human form. Smirking he turned himself
into his original form and said, “Ï believe we found a mover. It is in fact her
sheer power that betrays her presence and I daresay we are much much more
powerful than her in strength as well as numbers.”
Omiaos turned his bull head towards Ridai
and bellowed victoriously, “I am sure this time we will be victorious.There are
none who have our experience and sheer spirit of youth will not always prevail…The
end of the tribes has come and we the Qaqilal shall rule again.”
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