poisonerlady @ 2010-12-20T01: 47:00 This is an extra xcapitolo of my fanfiction about Naruto , Room of Angel , E 'a fic with an OC multicapitolo quite unbalanced. What follows is an interlude that does not insert on EFP. Unfortunately history are blocked in the second chapter, the third is Conque poorly written lines. It 's a rather complex story for me. We say that is a sort of anti-stress therapy.
Aoi would be the mother of Shee-chan. Her daughter is taken away to be raised by the priests and priestesses in the temple. I have drawn inspiration from the free "Tales from Earthsea" , "The graves of Atuana'' is not plagiarism! I do not gain anything is the idea of a reincarnated priestess is drawn from many ancient myths.
Aoi pushed the door of the house of stone in her apron tied sides prosperous harvest in her hands kept a small gift. He searched the horizon with the gaze of the Desert, focusing on the small figure, that in the blinding rays of noon seemed an indistinct portrait oil stains. The child was two years old. He had today. Small, tiny, fragile as all children.
- Shee-chan ... - He called with hoarse voice, like a faint hum of bees, but the girl heard her anyway. He turned into a buzz Hair and trottolerò meeting. He had just learned to walk, but already her legs held up the strong, and there where the muscles lacked vivacity and force occur an unusual stubbornness. It was not a particularly robust but healthy child. He had no contract or measles or chickenpox. The light had not been subtracted from childhood blindness. And it was beautiful. Very nice. What made her that Aoi had long wondered if, eventually answered that it was his eyes. Big eyes, a brilliant golden, from the pupil ferina, were illuminated dall'indefinito. Flowers ancient and ever new. Experience ancient known and still unknown. Lives lived in other to live. There was eternity in those eyes.
How could such a creature to be born from her womb was a mystery that never would have known how to respond.
-Okaa-chan ... - The little girl was now a few steps, the white dress rustling in the dry wind.
How could such a child be who he was, who was, who would have been, was an even bigger mystery, which did not want to answer.
Aoi smiled softly, kneeling in front of her to stroke her soft hair purple.
-Shee-chan, look what I have here for you .- He opened the apron with an elegant gesture, showing the beautiful daughter three apples, the yellow skin and perfect. -I've left out just for you. It was a shame to let them dry or put them to boil, no? -
Leanan-Sidhe squealed with delight in touching the soft firmness of the fruit while the nose curled in order to understand better the sweet aroma and full bodied. Embraced Pulse the mother while small hands clinging to his hair. Immersed in the nose hair sucking a sweet aroma of honeyed marmalade. The skin of the neck and shoulders, smelling of violets, ginger and milk.
-Smells good-
-Oh yeah? And what I smell? -
- Mammel and biccotti! -
- And you smell of almond milk and a laugh .- slight spread in the air with the aroma of stewed fruit. Aoi was happy, in those moments. His daughter was there, she was there. There were other and nothing else and everything was perfect.
footsteps. Aoi sat up, jerked his head, make eye contact family, and the withering smile on his thin lips. Leanan-Shidee in its embrace tried to turn the little head, to follow the gaze of the mother, but she clenched her grip on her fragile shoulders, squeezing it so much it hurts, preventing it from turning. Leanan-Sidhe breathed a sweet smell, pungent. Smell of incense.
- Time .- A nasal voice but authoritarian.
-No .- His mother shook more embedding nails into his arms.
-Do not be silly, woman. It's time. Give it to me! -
-No! -
One patter, then Leanan-Sidhe felt grab my arm and pulling strong. Yanked dry. His mother had to loosen the grip for a moment and this allowed her to see her expression. Dismay, anger, fear. The girl felt tears in the eyes climbing them. Someone pulled her back but his mother did not demorse and his body was tossed back and forth until you hear a kind of pop, the sound of flesh against flesh and Aoi slumped to the ground. red lips left their color drip down his chin pointed.
was the first time that Leanan-Sidhe in life that he saw the blood. He tried to get close to his mother but someone held her, she was sure that someone taking the same as it was certain that someone was there with them but however hard he tried he could not grasp the forms, he could not see his face. Only. Qual. Damn. Odor. Di. Incense.
Aoi saw him raise the child, holding it away from itself. As he rode away and held her. While she is struggling. Kicking. He would see her again.
-WAIT! -
He saw the man stop, did not understand whether to pity or mere mockery. He stood up walked around taking it forward again to the little girl in tears.
-Shee-chan ... now you go with this gentleman .- Her voice was trembling a low hum.
-No .- voio went
-Go now with this gentleman, and he brings them to a place where you take care of you. Makes good Shee-chan. Mama loves you .-
Leanan-Sidhe felt the roundness of an apple in his right hand, but not even deign to look, careful to give good mind every detail of that face that had watched whole nights in his sleep, he had always guarded about his days lost in boisterous games and tenderness. As it is difficult to live a thousand lives, and for each of these repeat every action, every experience in which you already know enough to take bitter end each event. For a thousand lives before the priestess, the eldest, had been posting that. It was like opening a wound sutured already: even before the point you are ready to jump pain that will ensue so that the suffering of the body is the sum of the soul. So a child complains of two years as a thousand other girls before her, for a thousand other girls before her on the lips and can test the bitterness of abandonment have not yet occurred and the anguish of the inevitable. He knows with certainty that painful even forget the face of the woman who loves so much. Then the girl throws on that hot female body and poking his nose with the sweet aroma that seems to escort her mother from the first sleep, takes the very essence and hidden in a remote corner of your consciousness, away from prying eyes, from every oblivion.
Aoi tried to tighten it again when, in desperation, but the man did not wait longer. With an abrupt gesture forced the girl to come off, pushed away the woman. Aoi looked at ailing daughter, who had driven back the tears in itself be led away, away from her, towards the Acropolis on which stands the ancient temple. He remained motionless for a long, arms at your sides powerless, legs stiff as tree trunks trees. Stared at her child, even when there was no trace of her whatsoever, without blinking, regardless of the intense burning for hours and hours.
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