Post by Andraste Longo-Drom on Nov 11, 2016 22:17:27 GMT -5
Burning, screaming, blood.... people dying around her as fire licked their corpses. She could smell the smoke, the charred flesh, the hoof beats upon the ground that trembled under her feet. The scream that started in her dreaming mind followed into waking one. The darkness that was with her always suddenly filling her mind and breaking her away from the vision. Her child body sobbed at the pain of the dream, the vivid nature causing her head to immediately feel as if it had been pulled apart like and egg.
"Andraste!" Her mother called, wrapping her into her embrace, pulling her tightly against her. "What is it, girl?
A sob wrecked her body, holding herself tight against the loving embrace of her mother. She had always been there, Lilliane, her brightness when all she saw was darkness.
"I saw things... mama..." She pressed her face into her mother's arms, her five-year old body heaved at the memories. Her mother barely pressing her face towards something solid that would catch the contents of her stomach. The hushing tones rose, stroking her hair from her face.
For a long time, she said nothing else, her mother touching her gently before finally she finally felt a change, a comfort in the darkness of the night as the words spoke. What she had seen... how it appeared... such vivid and exactness from a child who had no sight.
"Tis only a dream, my love. Sleep now." Her mother kissed her brow, she felt the pull of sleep follow her once more. Slipping into her dreamless sleep as her mother moved off her bed, out of the room she shared with her siblings. There was nothing... a quietness that laid along the night.
The beating of hooves upon the ground stirred her, thinking it was another vision, she cried out. The smell of smoke, of fire and blood pulled at her then, the shouts from outside of the only home she knew 'Raiders!" out cried from afar. She rose, shaking her sister, shaking her brother... she found her way out into the room where her mother was crying, her father barred the door as the smoke filled the room. An acid taste filled her mouth, the memory of the dream fresh in her mind... she had seen true. A little girl in the middle of nowhere in Zyon... she had seen what would come to pass.
And so it was that Andraste came to lose not only her people but her home, her father leading her down the path to the Temple of Zyon. Her form covered simply, her violet eyes unseeing and turning towards the place she could feel pulse with an energy she didn’t understand. Her father’s strong hand, steady but trembling as he lead her up the stairs to the temple. She hesitated a moment before they would have entered, the power she felt within feeling too close. She pulled back, lifting her head towards him, her chestnut hair falling around her face.
“…but, I wish to stay with you… why must I stay here?”
The memory constantly in her nightmares fades away as Andraste woke again from her night of unease.
"Andraste!" Her mother called, wrapping her into her embrace, pulling her tightly against her. "What is it, girl?
A sob wrecked her body, holding herself tight against the loving embrace of her mother. She had always been there, Lilliane, her brightness when all she saw was darkness.
"I saw things... mama..." She pressed her face into her mother's arms, her five-year old body heaved at the memories. Her mother barely pressing her face towards something solid that would catch the contents of her stomach. The hushing tones rose, stroking her hair from her face.
For a long time, she said nothing else, her mother touching her gently before finally she finally felt a change, a comfort in the darkness of the night as the words spoke. What she had seen... how it appeared... such vivid and exactness from a child who had no sight.
"Tis only a dream, my love. Sleep now." Her mother kissed her brow, she felt the pull of sleep follow her once more. Slipping into her dreamless sleep as her mother moved off her bed, out of the room she shared with her siblings. There was nothing... a quietness that laid along the night.
The beating of hooves upon the ground stirred her, thinking it was another vision, she cried out. The smell of smoke, of fire and blood pulled at her then, the shouts from outside of the only home she knew 'Raiders!" out cried from afar. She rose, shaking her sister, shaking her brother... she found her way out into the room where her mother was crying, her father barred the door as the smoke filled the room. An acid taste filled her mouth, the memory of the dream fresh in her mind... she had seen true. A little girl in the middle of nowhere in Zyon... she had seen what would come to pass.
And so it was that Andraste came to lose not only her people but her home, her father leading her down the path to the Temple of Zyon. Her form covered simply, her violet eyes unseeing and turning towards the place she could feel pulse with an energy she didn’t understand. Her father’s strong hand, steady but trembling as he lead her up the stairs to the temple. She hesitated a moment before they would have entered, the power she felt within feeling too close. She pulled back, lifting her head towards him, her chestnut hair falling around her face.
“…but, I wish to stay with you… why must I stay here?”
The memory constantly in her nightmares fades away as Andraste woke again from her night of unease.