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This Fantasy fiction story has taken on a life of it’s own. The settings, and adventures along the way, are playing out in my mind daily. I get pictures of particular scenes popping up at some of the strangest times. Of course they are all inspired by my very talented niece, Pony’s art . If this is your first visit, you can catch up by going to part 1 of Friday’s Fantasy.
This particular story has become such a passion of mine, I think because it’s writing itself. On a normal story I have to work at the process. This one is just happening. I need to learn to channel other stories the same way, I would never stop writing.
The darkness crowded in on the pair on the lone horse, surrounding them in mystery, and suspense. A feeling of intimidation and uncertainty emanated from the trees, filling Tabitha with dread and fear. Yet holding onto Tirashar, she felt a strength and confidence unknown to her before. The shadows seemed to close in around them, flicking feeling fingers out to sense her fear. The moon shone partial in the sky casting increasingly unearthly, mysterious shapes behind trees, or by beside the trail. There was no doubt in Tabitha’s thoughts that Tirashar was fearless… but she herself was terrified. Tirashar continued down the trail, trying for as much distance as possible, with Tabitha clinging to her waist like a fearful child.
Tabitha was a young girl, only 16 years old. Slight of build, yet shaped beautifully, with feminine curves and softness. Her hair a dark brown, nearly black when tied up in a bun to keep it out of her work. Her eyes a soft deep brown, compassionate and feeling. Her face smooth and graceful, almost angular, uniquely beautiful. she had a small mouth with full, vibrant lips. She was a sight to behold when her hair was down, as it was now, reaching its full length, down past her waist.
Tabitha had never been a confidant person, a concomitant of being raised to be subservient. Faroje had made it abundantly clear to her at a young age that he took her in solely as a favor to a friend, her mother, who owed him more than just money. He had given her only what she needed to complete her chores around the pub, and survive. Telling her frequently, how much of a burden she was, and how much she had cost him because of her clumsiness. Reminding her constantly that no other would have a use for nor want her. She had lived at the pub doing Faroje’s bidding for the past five years. laboring away her youth, cooking, cleaning, and just recently those other services Faroje required. Tabitha shivered and clung to Tirashar even harder, as she thought of the shame and transgressions committed upon her by that monster. Trying to draw strength from Tirashar to keep from fading back into herself.
Unknowing of the thoughts in Tabitha’s head, Tirashar simply thought she was cold. “Don’t worry Tabitha, we’ll get to place we can stop and start a fire soon. You can warm yourself then.” she said with a compassion Tabitha was not used to.
Tabitha said nothing, not knowing what to say, and fearful of making Tirashar mad. She wondered what would happen now, how she could repay Tirashar for taking her from that place of subjugation and misery. Tabitha silently swore an oath to herself, “I pledge my life and service to this woman of kindness and compassion.” Tabitha knew she would do anything to help Tirashar, even to the extent of offering her own life. If Tirashar had heard the oath, she would be adamant about Tabitha never offering her life or servitude to anyone, including her, ever again.
Tabitha tried to think of pleasanter times, recalling her mother, trying to visualize her face. The picture in her head was fuzzy and without focus, fearfully Tabitha thought she was forgetting her. She recalled her last days with her. The devastating, wasteful disease that no one understood nor could cure. It stole her mothers happiness and beauty, and eventually caused her to be shunned by others for fear of contagion. Exactly what agreement was made with Faroje Tabitha had no knowledge of, except what he told her. She remembered her mothers last words before she left for the unknown. “Tabitha, if you come with me you’ll be shunned as I am, and marked by this demonic disease. I can’t put that burden on you, stay here, work for this man, he will keep you well cared for.” Tabitha thought her mother would have been destroyed by what Faroje had really done.
Darfrain rode hard, making good time with the advantage of knowing the trail. His thoughts were swimming with visions of Tirashar, Her flowing coral hair shinning wickedly in the fire light. The cold blue ice shinning from her eyes with deadly intent as she held that serpentine dagger to Faroje’s neck. The incredible beauty and strength he saw in this fiery warrior princess. Yes that is what I see her as, a warrior princess, full of strength and altruism. Thoughts of her clouding his mind, playing with his soul spirit. Shaking his head, Darfrain spoke aloud to no one, “What is wrong with you? Get your thoughts on the trail before the Gods take certain revenge for losing focus.” With considerable effort, he pushed the vision of Tirashar from his mind.
Darfrain understood, now, why his mother had told him he must go to this pub. “Darfrain, you will meet a person that will hold a vital importance to your spirit. I do not know who it is to be, but I see fire and ice… Such a vivid contradiction.” Cloemillia said with thoughtful expression, her hands searching out the features of his face to see what her eyes could not. “My son, this is of importance, it is being shown to me with such a clear vision of vague purpose. The only possibility is that a part of your destiny awaits you.”
Darfrain urged his mount on, he needed to catch up to them, quickly before they tried to set a camp in the wrong place. These woods were full of dangerous creatures, predators of the night, many of a mythical nature. The creatures were capable of many a devious and demonic acts and deceptions. Darfrain needed to find Tirashar quickly, for his own conscious well being. Fearing all tragedies possible, his heart hardened and pushed him forward towards his destiny.
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