A woman pat her head rubbing the sweat from a nights dream from her head. She was Xiàngrìkuí, the priestess of Ning Village. Her dreams had always been a miracle, a connection with the rukh so primal and wonderful. She was a women gifted with clairvoyency magic, born into her duties and having been priestess her entire life she was used to having many visions. She saw things, from the path of the storms before they would hit her village, to the soldiers marching in the North.
Today the priestess was a valuable commodity within her village, as she was able to tell them when enemies would be nearing. In times of war as useful as this may be it was difficult. She often say soldiers in her dreams rather they be marching, fighting or raping women. She hated them so much, soldiers, warriors and bandits. Yet there was another thing she had seen in her visions lately and it was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
A King. Jahanghir was in her dreams constantly, or in her waking memory. She remembered the way he looked, a king that was dark and beautiful with an Ebony crown and gold embelishing. He was a king that had to have been foreign to here, he had no resembling of Kou culture. He was not pale, nor short or thin. No he was Jahanghir the iron hearted Black Lion, the World’s King.
She had grown to know this man quite well, his heart his spirit and his weaknesses. She had grown so fond of him, and like many of women she had probably fallen for him a bit herself. There was just such a magnetism to the man, the way he spoke and the confidence and rawness of his words. He was kind and free spirited, his nature like the wind or the ocean or space. She had known he had to be special, that fate must have been leading him to her for something special.
She shuddered, the thought of not knowing how things would turn out was too much for the priestess. She took a moment to light a few candles for the night and before soon the Priestess attempted to go back to sleep. At this point she could only think of her Daughter, Chieme, what would be her future? They had spent so many years at war she had began to teach her daughter of it.
She had to, if she would not teach Chieme how to run, how to scream how to hide she wouldnt be able to do anything for herself. At any time someone could be aiming for the village in malice, it was the only thing she could to give herself some safety. She dreamed and she thought of her child the love of her life, and the village and everything that would be to come.
WC - 483
MAGOI - 150
STAM -410
Today the priestess was a valuable commodity within her village, as she was able to tell them when enemies would be nearing. In times of war as useful as this may be it was difficult. She often say soldiers in her dreams rather they be marching, fighting or raping women. She hated them so much, soldiers, warriors and bandits. Yet there was another thing she had seen in her visions lately and it was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
A King. Jahanghir was in her dreams constantly, or in her waking memory. She remembered the way he looked, a king that was dark and beautiful with an Ebony crown and gold embelishing. He was a king that had to have been foreign to here, he had no resembling of Kou culture. He was not pale, nor short or thin. No he was Jahanghir the iron hearted Black Lion, the World’s King.
She had grown to know this man quite well, his heart his spirit and his weaknesses. She had grown so fond of him, and like many of women she had probably fallen for him a bit herself. There was just such a magnetism to the man, the way he spoke and the confidence and rawness of his words. He was kind and free spirited, his nature like the wind or the ocean or space. She had known he had to be special, that fate must have been leading him to her for something special.
She shuddered, the thought of not knowing how things would turn out was too much for the priestess. She took a moment to light a few candles for the night and before soon the Priestess attempted to go back to sleep. At this point she could only think of her Daughter, Chieme, what would be her future? They had spent so many years at war she had began to teach her daughter of it.
She had to, if she would not teach Chieme how to run, how to scream how to hide she wouldnt be able to do anything for herself. At any time someone could be aiming for the village in malice, it was the only thing she could to give herself some safety. She dreamed and she thought of her child the love of her life, and the village and everything that would be to come.
WC - 483
MAGOI - 150
STAM -410
