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Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Najia's Sacrifice, Chapter One
the Goddess, give me strength!” Tia exclaimed. Having already tasted her
morning porridge, she knew that somehow Kender had replaced the sugar with salt
again. Just like he had put itch weed in the batch of new soap she had made
last week, and a garden snake in her bed the week before that.
she got up and went over to the pot, scraping the ruined porridge out of her
bowl. Over the last six years, she had grown fond of the little Pixie, but
sometimes it was hard to remember why
she had been so excited by his birth.
She must have been momentarily
touched in the head, she decided with a shake of her head. With a grin, she
remembered the many escapades Kender had gotten himself into since their move
to the Falkerie city.
of the pranks had been funny, she admitted to herself. One of the many times
Najia had been called before the council for being friends with Briam was
probably her favorite. One of the Elders had taken an immediate disliking of
Najia; apparently this very fact offended Kender. She smiled to remember the
surprise of everyone in the room as they had watched the wisps of hair rise one
by one to form a large horn, like a Unicorn’s, on the top of the Elder’s
balding head. By the time Kender was done, every last hair stood straight in
the air, twirled into the horn.
she recalled the mortification of the Elder when some poor Falkerie had entered
the room, and had exclaimed her shock over his new hairdo. Placing a hand on
his head, the Elder’s face had flamed in embarrassment as he fought to undo the
horn. Unable to budge the ridiculous horn and unable to leave before the
meeting was over; the Elder had glared at Kender for the remainder of the
Tia recalled the effort she had
put into apologizing to the Elder, but privately, she was glad Kender had stood
up for Najia when she could not. It made having him around a little bit easier
when she was the butt of his pranks.
best and worst prank had been at Armond’s commencement ceremony. Right before
Armond had knelt to accept his sword and position into the rank of the Elders,
his ceremonial garment fell from his body, as all of the stitching magically
disappeared. Armond had been naked underneath the garment, and to be fair it
was a very cold day. Needless to say, the ladies had had a field day talking
about how little they had seen.
In fact, they still whispered
about that day whenever Armond walked down the street. That had been the final
straw though, and in the end, Tia had been advised
to leave Kender at home with Najia whenever possible.
loud sound broke Tia out of her reverie; a mother’s fear for her child froze
her in place; it was the trumpets! The agreed signal that the Phoenix had
arrived for Najia.
Tia yelled as she ran for the stairs. The Phoenix were earlier than expected.
watched as Najia ran down the stairs hand in hand with Briam. The pair stopped
at the bottom to embrace quickly.
Briam!” Najia urged him. “I am ready! It will be okay!”
love you!” Briam declared, as he quickly kissed her again before leaving her
standing there, staring stupidly after him.
time, Najia!” Tia shook Najia’s arm to get her attention, and looked her in the
eye. “Are you ready?”
don’t know. I think so.” She bit her bottom lip. “What if I am not?”
need to stick to the plan, Najia!” Tia said quickly. “We can’t back out now!”
a deep breath, Najia smiled at her Mama, and nodded her head.
welled in Tia’s eyes as she gazed at her beautiful daughter. She was so proud
of her, of how she had turned out. There was some fear too, but she had to believe
this was a part of the Gods’ plan. Smiling into Najia’s bright blue eyes, Tia
shook her head to realize her little girl was now an adult. She was on her path
to destiny, and she couldn’t protect her from this.
don’t have much time; they came quicker than we anticipated,” Tia glanced at
the door. “Do you remember what I told you about Searing?”
Now as long as Kender remains hidden, they will have no clue how strong you
are.” Tia smiled into her daughter’s eyes.
front door flew open, and the pair found themselves staring at a huge Phoenix
man carrying an enchanted crossbow.
Now!” he ordered coldly.
as he backed out the door, Najia knew this was it; this was what she had been
born for. Her heart hammered a tattoo in her chest, and she willed herself to
stay calm. It was the only way she was going to complete this task. Gasping
suddenly, and nearly falling down just outside of her door, she knew her Seared
was very close by. Wryly, she realized the protection of the house had stopped
her from feeling his approach.
is far enough,” the too large Phoenix man growled, keeping his crossbow trained
Both women stopped, and
exchanged glances. Najia risked a peek at Tia’s hand to reassure herself, and
sighed with relief as Tia flashed the pink jewel a Unicorn had bestowed on her.
She returned her attention to
the scene playing out before her. Looking up, she saw Pegasuses circling the
area. There were a few Firebirds too, but most of the beasts circling overhead
were Pegasuses with riders.
After only a few moments, she
was spotted by one of the men overhead and a horn signaled that she had been
found. It didn’t take long for the Pegasuses to begin to land in a large circle
around her. One man jumped down to the ground and immediately approached Tia,
hostility written all over his face.
“So it was a Druid!” He sneered
in Tia’s face. “I hope you are prepared to die, woman.”
“Leave her alone!” Najia pushed
Tia behind her, and faced the man down. “Who are you to judge her anyway?”
Looking the man up and down
haughtily, she noted that he was tall for a Phoenix man, with the normal red
hair and gray eyes. Her studies had taught her that all Phoenix had these same
features, with only varying shades of the colors. But this Phoenix was truly a
giant, and if his reaction to her challenge was any indication, he was
obviously in charge.
Red faced, his hands curled into
fists, the man growled to the others around him, “Find Cahal. Now! We will finish destroying this place
after we kill the Druid.”
“No!” Tia pushed Najia out of
her way, and fell to her knees before the Phoenix man. “They are all innocent!
It is only me who is at fault! Please let me explain!”
“If that is how you chose to
waste your final words.”
“Please understand, the
Falkeries are innocent!” Tia rushed as fast as she could. “I told them that I
had mated with a Falkerie man who had been wounded in an accident near my
village a few years before I stole Najia-!”
“Her name is not Najia!” the man
snapped at Tia. “Address her as Adara!”
“Adara!” Tia replied
immediately. “There was a Falkerie man who never healed enough to make the
journey back to their city around that time. I lied, and told them Adara was
our love child. She looks enough like them that they believed me, and have kept
us safe. They have protected her because they believed her to be one of their
own. We aren’t in the city because they believed I was her mother and they
couldn’t separate a child from her mother – a Druid cannot live within the city’s
“Send word to stop the fighting,
and find out where the hell Cahal is!” The Phoenix man looked perplexed by
Tia’s words as he addressed the warrior standing closest to him. “If you lie,
Druid-!” he broke off, realizing there wasn’t a threat he could use, as she
would be executed shortly.
Giving Najia an odd look, he
ordered Tia to stand and face Adara.
Najia knew she didn’t want to
see, but she also knew that she needed to know what the Phoenix people were
capable of. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched the man walk up to his
Pegasus, and pull an evil looking scimitar from its sheath.
“We all have our destinies,” Tia
assured her softly, as the man grabbed her hair and pulled her head backwards.
Staring into Tia’s eyes, she
couldn’t stop the feeling of absolute horror as she watched the man draw the
blade of his sword across Tia’s neck. Blood spattered Najia’s clothing as she
opened her mouth to stop him. The wind had been knocked from her body though,
and she watched incredulously as the man turned Tia’s face to his, and kissed
her. Still holding Tia’s now limp body up by her hair, he turned in circles and
displayed the dead Druid for all to see.
“I have killed the Druid who
stole the Chosen One from us!” he declared to the crowd of warriors that had
gathered. Using his free hand, he felt up Tia’s limp body, and tore the robe
from her. Laughing, he swung Tia into his arms and began dancing around, as the
warriors laughed and egged him on. “Shall I place her on my sword, and
introduce her to my instrument of death?” The crowd roared with approval.
“Have you no shame?” Najia
choked out, as he spun to face her. “She is dead! Is that not good enough?”
“Oh, such a sweet little
innocent!”the man taunted. “Would it
bother you if I fucked her dead body?”
“You are a disgusting, filthy
murderer!” Najia screamed in his face, truly disturbed by what she was
“I am willing to bet she is a
better lay in death than she was in life.” The warriors all laughed at the
“You are a disgusting pig!”
Najia was truly pissed off, and she allowed her body to erupt into flames.
Dropping Tia, the man quickly
backed away from her, his face becoming ashen.
“You are worthless compared to
my Mama Tia, but I will take your soul anyhow!” Najia summoned a fireball to
her hands, and felt a measure of satisfaction to see fear on the faces of the
Phoenix warriors. “How does it go? Oh, yeah. A life for a life.” She grinned to
see the shock on the man’s face as she incanted an old Phoenix law.
“You can’t use that!” he cried
desperately. “You share no blood!”
“The Gods chose her as my mother
two hundred years ago; my soul was founded in her womb.” Najia grinned evilly
at him. “I believe I can.”
Holding the fireball over her
head, she used her magic to launch the flames at the doomed man. Suddenly,
everything seemed to move in slow motion as she watched the fireball hurl
toward him. Regret gnawed in her heart as she realized she was anticipating his
death in a way that made her no better than him. Knowing the man was a casualty
of her destiny, she watched as the fireball exploded against his chest and sent
him flying backwards into a group of warriors.
Dropping to her knees, Najia
grabbed Tia’s hand and assured herself that the stone was still there.
Concentrating on what they had done to Tia, she winced as a great cry went up.
The warriors had discovered that their leader was truly dead.
She had already known that; the
man was dead as soon as the fireball touched his chest. Najia bit her lip to
keep herself from crying. She knew it would take time to really sink in that
she had just killed a man. There was no going back.
Chanting over Tia’s body, Najia magically
cast her body to the healers in the Falkerie city who were waiting. For the
first time in years, Najia felt very vulnerable and alone. Passing her hand
back and forth over the area where Tia had lain, she extinguished her flames.
As the flames dissipated, and the smoke cleared, she became aware of the fact
that she was circled by warriors who all had their backs turned to her; except
one. With only vague surprise, Najia found herself looking into eyes as blue as
“Hello, Adara,” the man greeted
simply. “I’m Cahal.”
Staring into Cahal’s blue eyes,
Najia felt confused, and oddly attracted by the man standing in front of her.
“My name is Najia,” she muttered,
weakly as she rose to her feet, forgetting that she was now naked.
“You will not call yourself by
that horrid name,” Cahal snarled suddenly. “I don’t care what the Druids named
you. You are my Seared, my intended mate. I wasted years looking for you
because of those fanatics. You are Adara, and it is time you became her.”
“I am Najia,” she repeated,
wondering why her Seared had to be so handsome. Feeling weak and woozy because
of how much energy she was using, Najia tried to keep her eyes focused on
“You will not go around calling
yourself by that Druid name!” he ordered her firmly. “Do you hear me?”
“Try to stop me,” she slurred,
weaving on her feet.
“I will!” he snapped at her,
before realizing that she had lost all color and was unsteady on her feet. “Are
you all right, Adara?”
“I think I am going to be sick!”
She gagged as she fell forward onto her knees.
Vomiting suddenly, Najia puked
all over Cahal’s pants and the ground. Violent tremors shook her body, and she
realized that she was probably a little in shock. Najia felt her muscles going
slack as the light faded from her vision. Not really believing this was
happening to her, Najia passed out.
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