NomadGaia 930 Share Posted July 7, 2017 Theme She walked through a silent forest, carrying herself as if it were a battlefield. All around her, smoke rose in pillars, fire danced through her head, and blood stained the grasses ‘neath. Though none of this happened. No battles were to be had, besides her own, with her own self. Blood stained her hands, yet she had slain no enemy. No Enemy The good doctor clutched carried a growing child in her arms, and his head rested gently against her neck. He was wrapped in a lavender shawl, tied tightly together to keep him warm from the cold air. She looked at him, a plague of guilt set upon her brow. She didn’t deserve this child. Where did it go wrong? Were her hands shaking? Did her dress keep her from moving? Did her hair get in the way? Shaking hands, Stupid dress, Messy hair The duo had come across a small stream The older set the younger down, against a stone to rest, while she looked into the stream. She scrutinized her own reflection woefully, angrily. How could she let something like that ever happen? The question rang against her ears without ever being heard. No more. No more The elfess reached into her robes, withdrawing a druidic ceremonial knife. She wanted redemption for her failures. Her amber eyes reflected against the water, almost begging for something. For penance. Penance. “With this I will give life, life for all.” she avowed, reaching up to the top of her head with the knife. She grabbed a tuft of hair, and cut at it with the knife, separating the ashen strands from her head. And she kept cutting away, the dark grey locks falling into the waters below. The knife reached her scalp, and she shaved every last bit off, accidentally nicking herself a few times, mixing crimson with the water and hair. She let out a deep breath as she had shaved the last bit away. Life for all She stared down at her reflection, now hairless. Her head was stained with blood, which she covered with cloth. “With this blood I seek forgiveness, my dearest mother.” she said, crossing a circle over her heart with her shaky fingers. She looked over at the sleeping child before she doused her hands with the cold water, cleansing herself of blood. At last, she marched over, picking up the babe. “Let’s go.” And her battle began Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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