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Time went by as though he never existed. Inside her heart, she cut him out with a dull blade, leaving a jagged hole at the center that never quite healed. She filled it with the love for their daughter and the resentment of his sudden absence. The wind spoke his name and yet the breeze did not lead her to him. Every end of the earth left the emptiness of space before her.
Cradled in the darkness of the moon, she hid away from the Earth within a sparse paradise. The last shreds of moonlight existed the love and beauty he left her wrapped around her fingers.
A shallow pool outstretched across the vast expanse of marble tile. Beneath a blanket of stars, a lioness of alabaster white stares into the surface. The purity of moonlight moves the water in waves at her fingertips, revealing fairest wishes of her heart in vibrant colors.
Darkness floods her vision and it is in the center, he stands. Behind the mane of a lion with a mane of endless night. For all the pain that poured from the jagged hole in her heart, the mirror does not crack. She swallows a breath, shoulders tensing forward as she leans over the water.
His head turns and the honeyed features she knew all too well flood to the surface.
There was something about him she could not recognize — an absence of spark in a distant star. What she saw was but a stranger out of reach. Her brows set back, luster in her pale eyes. Strands of white silk fall from her shoulders onto the surface of the water. A drop of silver from the corner of her eyes ripples out, a whisper breaks the silence:
“Look at me.”
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The sky's iridescence showered down on his body with flickering rays of broken light, which shattered against his warm flesh and ordained his earth tinted head with a halo. Even now in the dusk he hid his eyes from the Twilight, as the 'Chieftain Star' rolled away.
He exhaled, time prevailed-- in a way. He had survived time in a way. His eyes had arrived to see another day So why could he not bare the sunshine?
His heart stirred his crown coated mind into a tempest. He held his chest, and took in air slowly--
"Come Now", his lips formed words gently. These quakes came quickly and they carried an unsettling feeling, anxiety that would bring the body to shake. Rage that would bring the teeth gnashing at the tongue, sadness that would kneel the crown of the mind.
--And he exhaled, gently out, with the evils that plagued his mind. This was his body now, and he could feel it; the emotions trapped in his skin. He turned to the crystal shores. Sweat beading at his brow from the exit of his panic attack. Jahan opened his eyes and watched the water roll off the horizon.
"What Am I Afraid of?", he asked himself in a whispers trace. He closed his eyes and there she was. With the image of his heart, her body formed in his mind. She set pace for his rushes, as his blood raced his heart. She was almost there and had she arrived..
Jahangir opened his eyes, and he wiped at the mysterious tears they had formed. He couldn't understand, a daydream or reverie. He shook his head in anger, and looked out into the crystal waves at his reflection.
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The sweet breath of the earth echoes back in the distant abyss. A gentle tremor as the waters ebb towards her, warping his image. His eyes shut and it is as if he draws closer. Yet a desperate touch slips through the surface, sinking down to barrier depths. Her palm rests on his heart yet she does not feel its warmth.
Fingers curl into a fist full of anguish and despair. The surface of her skin goes cold. Before her, a Sun that the shadow of her heart could not face. She yearned to hold him under her gravity, to eclipse his light until nothing was left of him.
“Jahan.”
From her residence in the stars, she calls out her will:
“Answer me,” she sighs, “Tell me you have not abandoned me.”
I beg you.
Her voice captured in her throat, she drops her gaze, lips pressed tight. Frustration built up into castles and brought down by every fluttered breath she took. The power she commanded could shift the tides and move mountains. Together the vast expanse of space was pliable within their palms. Their souls intertwined within the threads of divine fate.
He could not ignore her.
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He stared out into the Ocean and his eyes danced with the Moon. Now in tune with his mind it replaced the throne of the sun. He loved it, she was the shining pearl of the heavens and when she ruled he could orphan his troubles.
"This is my life now", he exhaled a small tempest and found no relief. "This is my life" He repeated, and yet his heart found it just as hard to believe as the first time.
So he rose from the black sands and stepped towards the rolling shore line. The rolling of the Ocean, A Blanket of Stars, The Earth and The Moon--They had escaped his eyes for a hundred years.
"This is where I am now.", and he took in a breathe of meditation. "I am Free.", he repeated slowly. So why did he feel this way?
"Maybe Im just damaged."Jahan closed his eyes again, and he sighed off the depression. "No Matter how far I travel, or who I meet.. I just cant shake the feeling.." he thought to himself unable to rationalize it. Jahanghir silenced his mind. He knew he was missing something, something he couldn't find no matter where he traveled.
Something he couldnt find in the beauty of a landscape. Something he wouldn't find in Zubaidah's embrace. Something that he felt he must have had before.
"Where are you", Jahan whispered and there she was, she lived on in his mind in ways he couldn't understand. Who was she? His heart throbbed, and he fought the intoxicating pain, just so that he could gaze across her memory longer.
He could see her bathed in moonlight, and she illuminated Jahans mind in blue. He could see her, as crystal as the sky and he traced her gentle lips as she spoke to him. Their regal voice moved in union with his memory, just a single phrase he hadn't forgotten.
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The edges of her claws dig into the soft flesh of her palms. A diapason of utterances rippled across the surface, muddling the vision of his form. Chaotic as it was a grief that she tuned into his ministrations. She had never known his mind to be so scattered and yet…
How long had it been?
Her child had survived four solstices since she first graced the twilight with her presence. An arduous labor she spent beside the Gods, robbed of spirit to then be reborn anew beneath the Moon where she was bestowed an empty kingdom in solitude among the stars.
Celestine eyes come to a close, a pure dew forms on her lashes. A river of grief held tight in her chest, held back by a crumbling dam. Her breath comes sharp and seized in knots within her lungs.
“There is a palace amidst the clouds over the black forests of Hercynian,” she said, “That is where you must find me.”
For she refused to touch the earth so long as he was not within reach. Nothing was left for her there. Not even the kingdom he had promised her so long ago.
If you love me…
“... you must.”
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"I love you", the words trailed from his mouth but their presence lingered on inside of his mind. There was something unsettling and wrong, and he could feel it. He always felt it, and he wondered about it now. What was he chasing?
Jahan turned his back to the rolling tide of the ocean, and the moon veiled him in her blue light. He kept walking and grabbed his small black bag from the sands as he exited the shore.
Jahan's eyes traced the ground as he made his way, passing by the bustling Reim streets and eventually into the dark winding trails of the forest. He took out just a small lantern to light the path. The Darkness made him anxious for all the time he had spent locked inside of it. Yet he did not fear it for the night sky was adorned in stars that shined for him, and they kept close to his heart. Even now he was in their company.
So he fell back within his thoughts and memories, he clung onto the voice of mystery. It resounded in his head like a recording being played back, and every time it echoed in his mind he felt he found something.
Pain. It was most natural of the emotion, but he pondered it still in anger. He was Jahanghir, had he forgotten? He wore the mightiest crown within the lands and with each step he took he changed the minds and hearts of others. He was Jahanghir who had been infamous in these land. The leader, the father the King.
Had he forgotten? And if so why had the soft memory of a voice reminded him?
"Who was she?" he stopped within the thick trees of forest, he closed his eyes and allowed his mind to fade to black. It had started to become more convincing to him, that lady buried in his memory. She was real.
And he exhaled the thought, "Was she real?", Jahan's mind lingered. He had only a shard of her left, and he coveted it. Tracing her porcelain skin within his mind. She was marbled and soft, her expression was...
He opened his eyes again wiping tears from his lavender portals. His cleared his stoic face and looked around, he had been lost in his mind for so long grown lost within the lush trees. With a sigh Jahan sat upon a fallen stomp of Ebony Wood. He placed his lantern on the earth and with ease he ripped a large chunk of timber from the fallen trunk.
In moments he had a fire growing, and he laid with his back against the fallen ebony. His eyes honed into the sky and traced the aura of the full moon.
"Wherever you are.. Im gonna find you.." he muttered under his breath. "I swear it.. I will find you."
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Molten silver poured over her heart once more as the heel of his foot turned. A fading swath of ebony into a sea of her reflection. The cosmos drifts into a quiet still once more. Her hand sweeps across its surface once more — a different scene…
Within a grand forest, a girl bundled in furs far too large for the little person underneath. Each step a hop over a rock or skip upon a dried twig. She whistles a broken, wispy tune from song to song as her mind drifts.
It is when her nose picks up a new scent does she decide to change her course. Something new and strange, unlike the plants and fauna of the wood. It was remnants of the salted sea; of the fire that kept her warm in the arms of her mother on cold nights. Yet there was more and it kept her pace strong.
Another being much like herself yet amongst none she had seen before. With great strength, he moves the nature around him with ease. Then, the largest fire she had ever seen was emblazoned before her eyes.
The smallest gasp slips from purse lips, umber skin flushing with patched coral. Her hands pat down her clothes, leaving specks of dirt resting upon the cotton, rose-tinted bangs pushed from her forehead. Once, twice her lilac eyes beat and bean-like toes dig into the dirt as she stares on with a curious gusto.
She takes a look around her searching for a piece of wood of simple criteria. Tiny fingers clasp around the biggest piece she could find — one all too large to be carried at her size. With each stomp forward, she grunts. A few times her balance falters. Teetered on a pair of short legs, it slips from her hands, sending it forth in his direction.
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His arm moved in counter dance to the teetering of small steps, instinctively meeting the hurling timber which made contact with his flesh and shattered. The crumbling shards of black wood hung in the air as his glowing orbs pierced into her.
He examined the child, bundled in thick furs her shocked expression lit by the crackling flames. Jahan lowered his arm and grinned at the child as he placed his palm against her rosey locks.
"Well-" Jahan released a soft chuckle "Aren't you precious?" he whispered. His voice calm and tender he took a playful curiosity in the girl. "Did you get me?", Jahan teased and stuck the tip of his tongue out. It had been far too long since he had made that face, of mischief and freedom.
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Before she knew it, the log was in pieces — floating in a stasis around him. Anticipating the worst, her chin sinks deeper into her cowl. Her small voice comes out in a soft gasp, just shy of calling for her mother.
As his hand reaches for her, she flinches away, shuffling a few steps back. The oversized furs are pulled tight against herself and a huff releases out of flared nostrils. She remembers what she was told and yet faced with the situation found herself stuck.
Her toes weave the dried pine needles and leaves between them as she stares. Between her lips, she takes the soft furs between her gnawing teeth. Unsure of what to make of his words, she shakes her head.
Then, she responds — muttered through a preoccupied mouth and spoken in a language not yet refined:
“The fire is very pretty,” she says. Eyebrows raise as she lifts herself on the tips of her toes. “I want to make it bigger so that maybe mama can see it.”
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"Is that so?"
Jahan smiled at the child, her voice was soft and immature but for some reason against his ears she sounded like the golden whisper of a violin. It was strange, it had a familiar note to it. Jahan leaned his head against the ebony tree he rested on and stared into the open flames.
"We can make it as big as you would like little lady." There was something about her, her childlike innocence and nature that brought his spirit to a lull. "You're pretty strong for your size aren't you?" Jahan focused his eyes on her, "You're a halfling, just like me", he said. "Well, if you can. It'll be your job to keep the fire going. Until your mother arrives."
Jahan put the lion cub to quick work and he himself drew the string of his silk bag open. He gathered a tea kettle and a black box of herbs, separating the ingredients and then combining them back into a brew which began to smell like sweet substance and lavender. Occasionally he would glance back up to the young girl before quickly retrieving a pair of small cups and placing them across his black blanket.
"There", Jahanghir muttered, as he checked back in on the cub. "Now my lady-", Jahan called out to her, "Would you like some tea young lady?"
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Halfling.
The moment it was spoken, her head tilted. It was not a word she had ever been called. Nor did she understand what it meant to be what it was. She was a Fanalis, a Corvus, and the tiniest, cutest girl ever seen — that was what she was told and all she ever knew she was.
But the idea of building up the pyre was enough to cast the confusion aside. In little time and a few trips to gather ample firewood (this time in smaller, more manageable quantities) was enough to cause the flames to burst up into the night skies.
When she turned to him in order to report it as a job well done, she was greeted with the construction of a simple picnic and a polite invitation she couldn’t refuse.
She nods and settles herself down onto the soft blanket, seeming to disappear into the blanched furs as she does so.
The scent of the brewing tea brought a recollection of the subtle aroma of the white gardenias that bloomed around their home. The floral hints and the sweetness that tickled her nose. A natural smell that she found strongest nestled in the arms of her mother left Venus most at ease and even despite its rugged treatment, that floral perfume resided in her borrowed coat.
“It smells like mama,” she muses. The little girl digs into her pockets, pulling out a wilted flower and holds it out to him. “Do you like flowers too?”
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Her playful voice danced across Jahan's ears and he felt as if it was as pure and heavenly as a newborn angel. He found curiosity in her spirit, and as she revealed to him a single flower he found his fingers wrapping around the green stem in her hands. His expression formed into a light smile as he tilted his head down and tasted the aroma of it's scent.
As he did he remembered a feeling that was warm to him, something that was as near to him as it was far. He opened his eyes and with just a soft sigh he replied, "Yes, I think they're quite beautiful".
"You're mother must be quite a beautiful woman", Jahan said as he looked back into the raging flame. The Bright presence of the moon levitating in the air continued to watch over them and the sound of a wolf's song hollered about the dark forest. Curiously, on occasion the sound of creatures shuffling through the brush resounded around him.
Jahan ignored them and their glowing orbs which peaked at them from the darkness beyond. He sipped his tea carelessly and continued speaking to the youngling as if they were the only two beings within the forest.
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The canids of the forest seldom bothered her for all the chance that it was her mother who sent them. That they served as another means to keep her safe. As she remembered their dearest Pluto, who spent a great deal of her childhood at an arm’s length. His howl was much greater and his form moreso.
When he asks about her mother, she skews her expression. Her hands pull her knees to her chest and she rests her head upon them. There were little words that she knew that held enough weight to describe who her mother was and none she knew for what she meant to her.
“Mama is soft.”
The silken qualities of her long hair. How it hangs over her like loose threads that she could weave her fingers through forever. Even the gentleness of her voice — there was nothing so simple that she could have coveted more.
“And she gives good hugs.”
It is then, she peers up toward the skies and gives pause to a hum.
“But…”
For all the smiles her mother had given her, she had witnessed the first tears. Rare as the rain that fell upon the mountain. A stone face broken into fragments, shattered porcelain. Her brows knit, hands pulling her legs closer to herself.
“Mama is sad,” the little girl says with a refined quietness. “I tried tickling her and giving her a big hug. But I think she is hungry. I know I get sad when I’m hungry.”
Though in fact, she knew not why her mother displayed such upset. It was strange. A change to be seen that made her feel uneasy.
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Hidden beneath the still waters of his expression, the sound of her playful musings turned into soft swells of melancholic notes which resonated against his heart. It was sad, for him he had not known his mother and for her; he could see the innocence. It was the innocence that made him feel she deserved a better chance than him.
As her small lips continued to express her grief Jahangir spoke out. He could not bear the girl's sad voice. Even though it was as light as a bird song; it disarmed him. Like a song of Peace she played on his heartstrings-- It inspired his soul. He could not be more gentle.
"Well..." Jahangir closed his eyes and thought before coming up with a solution.
" if she's hungry we should make her eggs." Jahan said and he smiled brightly, hopefully-- wishing that his smile would inspire her own. "Ostrich Eggs", he elaborated.
He reached down to stroke the girl's head and as soon as he would, he heard the deep rumbling of the wolves; a chorus of them. They bared their fangs, even boldly some would step just barely out of the brush. There may have been hundreds of them each with their glowing eyes in frenzied.
Jahan clicked his teeth and rolled his head staring them back down. The atmosphere had became tense but he did not move an inch from his place. Instead he brought his hand down upon the child's head. He gave her hair a doting stroke and that seemed to begin and uproar.
However in a moment a sound would pierce the midnight air against the full moon. More powerful and elegant than what had been produced through the rolling mountains by any other beast of the night. Jahan's spine chilled, it shook him to his sweat.
It's sound was both warm and cold to him. It felt like a memory...
To Jahangir, the alpha's song sounded like the warm shelter in the cold night. The protection of a wise brother he slept against. In some time.. Some time where he had slept without an eye open.
The canids instantly fell in order, ushering themselves throughout their territories. Jahan looked back down at Venus. Her expression instantly melted his, "Don't be afraid child",
"I promise you that no harm shall come to you as long as you are besides me." Jahan tried to reassure her.
"While I am around. Nothing would even dare." Jahangir whispered to the young girl, before holding a hand to her ear as if he was giving her a big secret.
"You know Im really a King?" Jahan whispered. "Take a look at my crown", Jahan revealed to the girl his metal vessel. Pulling the black relic from within his robes.
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The young halfling did not fear the wolves as much as the ire of her keeper towards a man who had done her no harm. Perhaps, he knew something that she did not. For a moment, she quivers. Yet the beasts recede into the trees and from her mouth comes a sigh.
A pout forms on her lips, she crosses her arms.
“I’m not scared.”
Many of the creatures of the forest looked out for her. From the birds who sung beautiful tunes at dawn to the beasts that prowl in the darkness. It was what her keeper proclaimed to her and something she was keen to believe.
As he reached her level, she would return his gesture — her small fingers brushing through his thick raven hair. He was warm, just like the pyre that billowed behind him and the way his looked at her told her all she needed to know. She did not know what a king looked like but he met every description her mother ever gave of one in the stories she told; a great titan believed to have conquered the world with a sole declaration.
Upon sight of the crown displayed before her, she touches it. As though it were made of fragile glass, her fingers grazed across its obsidian-colored surface. In a sudden hop and gasp, she scurries off only to pick up a stick off the ground.
“I’ll be the knight and we can collect eggs for mama, okay?”
Even if she knew nothing about what an ostrich was — if it laid eggs, her mother would know how to cook them.
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Jahangir was on his feet as fast as she ran away, "Wait!", he called out to her as he followed her quick steps through the unknown trail. Jahan's keen eyes reflected the moonlight as he traced the younglings path through the woods. She moved through the foliage with agility and grace as if she knew every step and tree along the way of the dark mountains winding slope.
Jahan took his time keeping himself conveniently in eye shot of the halfling child, he sighed. "Where are you taking us?" He called out ahead.
Venus danced with energy and life, so much that her bright eyes could hardly keep up with her quick paces. Jahan marveled at her; she was the young girl caught within the eye of the Moon. They marched through the ambience of timelessness and as they did Jahan found himself to be captured by a dream distant to himself.
"For here I am," he whispered, "Basked in your love gilded blue", Jahan whispered as Venus crawled across his iris through the tops of trees, and he lost track..
Jahan whispered, "I can feel you' there.." he closed his eyes and recalled her visage a shining white diamond within his mind. His heart curled, and Jahan broke his first pace, opening his eyes again he was embraced by the forests loin.
"Girl!" Jahan shouted his voice cracking as he winced before calling out again in a softer voice, "Lady Knight! Where are you". Jahangir surveyed the grove that surrounded him, a patch of flowers bedded the floor amongst the winding trees that grew in all directions. His eyes investigated ever limb and branch in search for the young girl until one sight opened his eyes.
Within the largest and most sacred tree, like ornaments of creation birds rich in color and number rested together. At the center of which. A colorful red Avian much larger in size rested. Her appearance was surreal, and organism or rarity and ancient blood. However it drove Jahanghir's heart to race, and his eyes to dilate, he took a weak step forward; and then another. He closed in on the tree. and as he did the avian queen did not take an eye from his form.
In fact she suprised Jahanghir, she did not even react. He made it before her, and reached out gently. It was strange, as he disturbed the resting birds they became excited. Singing, chirping and surrounding him in flight, but they did not do one thing. They did not fear him. Jahanghir smiled, "So you all know me?"
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Impulsive as her father who was unbeknownst to her, she leads on without so much as hearing a second of his word. There was excitement in the search for the aforementioned creature and the start of a game with a newfound friend.
Venus was nimble footed. Her steps balanced with a natural finesse as she darted along the forest floor, then, betwixt the guise of the thick canopy. It did not take long for the sacred tree to come into view. A growth so large that even the strange man seemed to dwarf in comparison.
For a moment, it all seemed to unravel into a perfect scene as her friends flocked to his side to greet him. Yet there was something else that stole her attention. A looming presence that had not been there before. It seemed to poison the air, siphoning the breath from her lungs.
At the first glance of the being, Venus froze in place as her heliotrope portals glued themselves to its blood-tinted leer. This was a creature, strange to her, and long untamed by the hand of man. Buried beneath the frigid nerves that kept her in place, she knew that it was no friend.
And that terrified her.
Small hands bunch up the furs around her up above her button nose. The tiniest whimper came from her bitten lips. Tears like dew form along the edges of her eyes. She retreated further back into her furs as it cried out at her, spreading its wings into a fiery blaze.
Before she knew it, she was hunched down with her hands over her head. If this was the so-called ostrich the man spoke of, she wanted no part of it.
“Mama..,” she whimpered, sniffing back her clogged nostrils. “I’m scared.”
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Her wicked cry cut the spell Jahangir was under, he returned to reality-- his mind crashed against his heart which pounded adrenaline; and he took turned on his heel and disappeared.
His form flickered into life behind his daughters and the fiery blaze. Jahanghir's arm pulled her crying face into his arms.
"Lady Knight", Jahan's voice was deep and soft. He cooed to the youngling. Stroking her hair tentatively he never took his eyes from the beast as he peered over her shoulder.
Jahangir would have scoffed, 'an animal', he thought before he picked the young girl up in his arms and faced the beast. Venus sat up right within his arms clinging to his neck, the young girl sobbed and pleaded for her mother. Jahan rocked her in his arms slightly, "Lady Knight, take a look", Jahan pointed at the beast with his armored hand.
