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blood moistening My hair as I sit inside this hidden secret. For what is a<br> | blood moistening My hair as I sit inside this hidden secret. For what is a<br> | ||
nightmare but an embodied fear...and how can I fear My own creations.<br> | nightmare but an embodied fear...and how can I fear My own creations.<br> | ||
The end of a year is like a delicate raindrop splattering into My upraised<br> | The end of a year is like a delicate raindrop splattering into My upraised<br> | ||
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was not a raindrop that hit My palm but a drop of liquid fire. I shall never<br> | was not a raindrop that hit My palm but a drop of liquid fire. I shall never<br> | ||
forget its burn.<br> | forget its burn.<br> | ||
Sartan, angered at the events concerning the Infernals' Guild, turned His eye<br> | Sartan, angered at the events concerning the Infernals' Guild, turned His eye<br> | ||
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lifeless hand dead in front of my face. Sartan seemed to have forgotten Me as<br> | lifeless hand dead in front of my face. Sartan seemed to have forgotten Me as<br> | ||
He slashed His arms and dripped blood across His contorted feet.<br> | He slashed His arms and dripped blood across His contorted feet.<br> | ||
Slowly I cast out My awareness in a delicate mote of consciousness, and stared<br> | Slowly I cast out My awareness in a delicate mote of consciousness, and stared<br> | ||
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angry bees and the iridescent sky, full of shape shifting clouds of lavender<br> | angry bees and the iridescent sky, full of shape shifting clouds of lavender<br> | ||
and gold, began to darken. My gentle garden of dreams began to wail.<br> | and gold, began to darken. My gentle garden of dreams began to wail.<br> | ||
The corporeal form of a woman, merely sixteen, flickered into view between two<br> | The corporeal form of a woman, merely sixteen, flickered into view between two<br> | ||
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moment...almost forgetting Sartan's gruesome form. Then the elm began to<br> | moment...almost forgetting Sartan's gruesome form. Then the elm began to<br> | ||
blacken.<br> | blacken.<br> | ||
The tree twisted and warped, and the leaves crackled and screamed. A bead of<br> | The tree twisted and warped, and the leaves crackled and screamed. A bead of<br> | ||
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lover's face began to transform. It was Sartan's presence. It was the effect of<br> | lover's face began to transform. It was Sartan's presence. It was the effect of<br> | ||
the words slithering from His mouth.<br> | the words slithering from His mouth.<br> | ||
The man's beautiful eyes disappeared, replaced by gaping holes. Blood trickled<br> | The man's beautiful eyes disappeared, replaced by gaping holes. Blood trickled<br> | ||
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flowers as if eating. They writhed about, brushing over My lifeless ankle and I<br> | flowers as if eating. They writhed about, brushing over My lifeless ankle and I<br> | ||
shivered, or would have, though I did not feel it.<br> | shivered, or would have, though I did not feel it.<br> | ||
Thick sorrow thundered through Me as a beautiful black swan wandered into the<br> | Thick sorrow thundered through Me as a beautiful black swan wandered into the<br> | ||
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understood what Sartan was attempting. He was trying to make the nightmares<br> | understood what Sartan was attempting. He was trying to make the nightmares<br> | ||
real. He was breaching the veil of dreams!<br> | real. He was breaching the veil of dreams!<br> | ||
With alarm I gripped onto the lingering traces of power inside Me and followed<br> | With alarm I gripped onto the lingering traces of power inside Me and followed<br> | ||
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moment as I dug my fingers into the ground and cast Him out of My Realm. The<br> | moment as I dug my fingers into the ground and cast Him out of My Realm. The<br> | ||
ritual broke. Sartan stopped.<br> | ritual broke. Sartan stopped.<br> | ||
I rolled onto My back, gasping up at the churning sky and smiled as it began to<br> | I rolled onto My back, gasping up at the churning sky and smiled as it began to<br> | ||
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of steam from the bowels of the world, His twisted dirty finger drove into My<br> | of steam from the bowels of the world, His twisted dirty finger drove into My<br> | ||
eye.<br> | eye.<br> | ||
I've often wondered if mortals realize that a Goddess can feel pain. In that<br> | I've often wondered if mortals realize that a Goddess can feel pain. In that<br> | ||
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I could not feel or see My realm, I could not even see the essence of life<br> | I could not feel or see My realm, I could not even see the essence of life<br> | ||
about Me…I could see nothing.<br> | about Me…I could see nothing.<br> | ||
I felt Sartan's hand clutching My face, and heard His labored breathing as He<br> | I felt Sartan's hand clutching My face, and heard His labored breathing as He<br> | ||
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He might as well have laid My spine bare for what I felt. Time became<br> | He might as well have laid My spine bare for what I felt. Time became<br> | ||
meaningless. Years...who cared about the years...<br> | meaningless. Years...who cared about the years...<br> | ||
Pain gave way to blackness until I awoke in the arms of Eris. I knew it was<br> | Pain gave way to blackness until I awoke in the arms of Eris. I knew it was<br> | ||
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She had tried. I touched trembling fingers to My bloodied face and shuddered as<br> | She had tried. I touched trembling fingers to My bloodied face and shuddered as<br> | ||
the tip of My finger pushed My eyelid inward...<br> | the tip of My finger pushed My eyelid inward...<br> | ||
I look back on that day with almost bittersweet longing. Eris healed My body,<br> | I look back on that day with almost bittersweet longing. Eris healed My body,<br> | ||
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across the physical plane and offer some comfort and explanation...but Sartan's<br> | across the physical plane and offer some comfort and explanation...but Sartan's<br> | ||
attack had left me mute. I was silenced, blind, and broken.<br> | attack had left me mute. I was silenced, blind, and broken.<br> | ||
It was then I crafted my secret haven, spending my first night in darkness and<br> | It was then I crafted my secret haven, spending my first night in darkness and<br> | ||
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willingly. I had truly believed, if only for a moment, that He wanted My help.<br> | willingly. I had truly believed, if only for a moment, that He wanted My help.<br> | ||
And it was My help He received with a gleeful rape of My soul and mind.<br> | And it was My help He received with a gleeful rape of My soul and mind.<br> | ||
Perhaps I would have stayed thus, watching sick parodies parade across My skin<br> | Perhaps I would have stayed thus, watching sick parodies parade across My skin<br> | ||
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corner of My eye and slide down My cheek. I watched Phaestus' strong, ruddy<br> | corner of My eye and slide down My cheek. I watched Phaestus' strong, ruddy<br> | ||
face as He wiped it away with one rough finger. And then I watched Achaea.<br> | face as He wiped it away with one rough finger. And then I watched Achaea.<br> | ||
I was not to be forever silenced. Agatheis, fiery, glacial Agatheis, headed a<br> | I was not to be forever silenced. Agatheis, fiery, glacial Agatheis, headed a<br> | ||
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played and sang. A chord nestled within the hollow of My back, and a crescendo<br> | played and sang. A chord nestled within the hollow of My back, and a crescendo<br> | ||
tickled My palm. I could not contain My smile.<br> | tickled My palm. I could not contain My smile.<br> | ||
And yet even 'whole' as I am I often retreat to My secret sanctuary, to taste<br> | And yet even 'whole' as I am I often retreat to My secret sanctuary, to taste<br> | ||